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Sail to Despair

By: Coops812



It was another fine day for sailing, with fourteen knots on the beam, slight seas, and the warm tropical air with just a hint of the heady humidity of the approaching Wet season, SV Interlude, a Mottle 33, was reaching along with a comfortable six and a half knots on the log. They were now approximately halfway to the archipelago – still some three hundred nautical miles away – perhaps another three days if the projected forecast of weather conditions remained stable.

And it would be almost perfect too for Interlude's skipper, Ross, and his crew of one, Angela (who was also Ross's lovely wife of over fifteen years) - except for their recent act of mercy...

Ross was at the helm once more, the time at the wheel gave him some solace – always had actually – but now even more so. He knew he probably didn't really need to hand-steer – the auto-helm in these favourable conditions used little power – but helming was one of the fine pleasures of sailing – not to mention that his other favourite past-time whilst at sea, relaxing with a good book, was anything but 'relaxing' with their present company in close proximity. 

"She's a good-looking sort, matie..." 

Here we go again, Ross thought, as he feigned a smile in the direction of the older man who was leaning back against the stainless-steel lifelines nearby, eating yet more of Interlude's limited provisions – a can of tuna this time.

"Yep... I'm a lucky man alright, Nat... lucky indeed," Ross said, almost gritting his teeth. 

It must have been close to the tenth time in a little over 24 hours that Nat had commented on Angela's attractiveness – and it was starting to wear thin. 

"She's got really nice hair, matie... really nice...Nice the way it's all blowin' back in the wind an' all... Kinda free-lookin'... Yeah, you two are real lucky ta do this sorta thing when ya's both young enough..." Nat scooped out some more tuna with his calloused fingers and dropped it into his gaping mouth. He chewed noisily for a moment as if in thought, and then he continued, "Wish I'd been lucky enough when I was younger... but nah... work commitments... Some of us have ta work, hey matie?"

Ross looked in the direction of Nat's gaze once more. And regardless of the uncouth man's almost lascivious comments, he couldn't help but smile at the sight of Angela as she lay facing the bow with her back against the starboard shrouds. She'd been there for a couple of hours now – holding a particular pose – head almost thrown back, allowing her long blonde hair to flow without its usual well-banded ponytail that normally restrained it all from knotting in the breeze. 

Angela looked quite relaxed, resting partly on her elbows, and partly against the shrouds, her tanned legs were bare and open slightly, with one knee raised and positioned quite casually against Interlude's cabin. 

For a woman in her early forties, Ross could not fault how nice she looked in her black bikinis. It was the first time he had seen her wear them too – and although they looked fantastic on her, Ross thought they were quite cheeky in their present company. 

At a glance, her bikini top looked to be a fairly basic triangular affair – except the bottom edges of the cups were not fixed to the back-strap in the usual manner, but free move – a bit like a drawstring on a bag or pyjama bottoms. The beauty of this was it allowed the wearer to bunch-up the material of the cups until they were mere strips if she so desired, or she could position them so they fitted her shape better... 

Angela had them bunched-up about half way so they looked like little more than strips of single-layer lycra only a few centimetres wide – Ross had to admit that worn as such the top seemed to suit her smallish breasts quite perfectly – even if minimalist. 

The bikini bottoms were of a low-waisted Brazilian cut with rakish curves that exposed a generous portion of her firm round buttocks. The cut in itself was daring to say the least, but the highlight of the garment's design was the seam stitched into the fine material that ran from a vee in the waist-band at the front, to the middle of the band at the back – in effect, it looked like the bikini had been cut in half and then the left half restitched to the right half. When worn, the seam rode up neatly between Angela's buttocks and if she wasn't too careful, it also gave her an impressive camel-toe at the front – no doubt, something they were designed to do. 

"The young fella's doin' a good job, I reckon, matie... I might go forward again... That's what you sailors like ta call it, in'it? Forward?" Nat tossed the empty tuna can over the side, oblivious once again to Ross's insistence in not doing so with their rubbish, "Yep, the lad's a bloody good artist is all I can say... Gunna be a great portrait! Lucky coincidence your wife had all her arty stuff on board, hey!"

Lucky indeed – Angela was a total novice artist – something she'd only recently taken up. She'd brought her 'arty stuff' along as a first – determined to try a few seascapes along the way as a rewarding pastime during their passage north.

Ross took a deep breath and grimaced as he watched the shirtless-back of the heavily-tattooed wiry old man working his way forward toward where Angela lay posing for the young artist. Interlude was not a large vessel by any means and within a few steps Nat had come along side of Angela. 

Ross gritted his teeth as he watched the old man rest a gnarly hand upon Angela's bare shoulder in an all too familiar way like a caring friend might do – something Nat had now done several times since recovering sufficiently from his recent ordeal at sea. 

The old man looked back at Ross briefly and smiled – and Ross shot him back a look as if to say, 'Get your hand off my wife!' 

Now if Ross's look was meant as a sign of his disapproval, it appeared to have had absolutely nil effect upon the recalcitrant Nat. The old man now hesitated from stepping past Angela – and with his hand still resting upon her shoulder; he stooped over so his weathered face was quite close to hers and spoke softly to her as he began to draw small circles with the tips of his fingers over the front of her shoulder. Angela giggled a couple of times and shrugged her shoulders coyly as if he was tickling her – but he continued to talk to her whilst caressing her shoulder regardless... until the palm of his hand was resting on the lovely soft swelling of flesh, that in essence, was the upper part of her right breast.

Ross was beginning to fume with the older man's familiarity and he watched his wife's bikini-clad breasts heave slightly as she took a couple of deep breaths. As if it was a signal of compliance, Nat's hand crept downward another centimetre or two – and then Angela giggled again and wriggled side to side as if attempting to shake his adventurous hand off. Her misguided efforts appeared to have a contrary effect, making her pert little breasts jut out even more as her bikini top slipped to one side. 

Seconds ticked by as Ross stood tensely behind the wheel – he was ready to make a scene – he didn't care at that moment how close the old bugger had been to dying a couple of days ago, he was stepping over the line! 

And then as if almost on purpose, Angela raised her head once again to let her long hair flow back over her shoulders - effectively obscuring Ross's view of what Nat was doing! Angela seemed to be looking down her body as she lent back on her elbows – while the old man, still leaning over her, continued to chat softly. 

Ross could not see what he was doing, but in his mind's eye he was almost certain the old man's fingertips were working her top to one side – possibly drinking in the sight of one of her nipples... Perhaps he was flicking it with the tips of his fingers to draw it to erection... Perhaps! 

Ross swallowed hard as he thought of his wife's nipples – she had lovely nipples, without a doubt one of her best features, long and plump when hard and quite dark in colour...Almost as large as cherries and possibly twice as sweet...

Then Ross told himself he was being bloody-minded – as if his wife would allow such a thing to happen! Maybe he was getting paranoid; maybe it was the tropical sun and he needed some more water... Or maybe his long-dormant over-possessiveness was resurfacing after all these years?

Suddenly, as if to set his mind racing further, Angela let out a squeal and laughed, "Hey!" 

Nat chuckled – a shrewd look on his face. As he straightened back up, Angela looked up at the old man pensively. Had Ross been a few metres closer, he would have detected an unspoken exchange between his wife and Nat, and wondered as to its significance.

Slipping his hand back up to Angela's shoulder for support, Nat proceeded to make his way forward to where his young friend sat sketching. Nat took a small step just as the yacht lurched over the crest of a small wave and slightly off-balance, his bare foot came down between Angela's partly opened thighs – almost without thinking, the brief contact caused her to open her legs wider so as to allow Nat a firmer foothold... 

Once again, the old man took her reaction as some sort of compliance and he shuffled his foot backward until his heel made brief, but solid contact with the thin black-lycra covering her pudenda – slowly, he lifted his foot to continue forward, rubbing her momentarily as if his heel had an itch... 

Angela felt herself blush at the man's lewd contact – she wanted to believe that the initial contact had been accidental – but it was blatantly obvious to her that what followed was less than accidental. She wondered if she should have said something – you know, let him know that it was totally unacceptable behaviour – but his boldness had surprised her so much that her chance to react had passed – besides, she didn't think anyone else noticed, so she decided to ignore it this time. If anything like it happened again, she was going to be ready! 

Ross watched the old man sit next to Callum by the mast and pick up the sketch pad from the young man's lap. The old man nodded appreciatively and looked back toward Ross. 

"I'll be fucked! You orta see this, ol' matie," Nat called back to Ross, "The kid's brilliant! Amazing likeness of your gorgeous wife... she looks like a fuckin' centrefold!"

Nat looked from Ross and back down to Angela – she avoided his scrutiny and let her head loll backwards, once again with her eyes closed, and she smiled wryly, as if somewhat embarrassed by his coarse compliment. 

Nat noticed that her bikini top seemed to be slightly askew now and was only barely covering her otherwise perfectly erect nipples... 

Whistling softly in appreciation, he savoured the sight of her near-nakedness – her slim waist was tanned and flat-looking and her thighs, smooth and firm, if anything, now lay open even more invitingly than moments ago... 

Nat's gaze drifted to her tiny black bikini bottoms that his heel had rubbed against momentarily – the seam of the narrow strip of material was now wedged partway into her cleft and he noticed that a portion of her smooth outer-labia was quite visible on either side! 

He could feel his cock harden at the sight of her – if Angela was aware of how wanton she looked to him at that moment, she feigned indifference to perfection!

It had been a long time since he'd had the pleasure of lying between the thighs of a woman – any woman! Angela was like a dream come true – and seven years in jail had done little to abate his lust for women! 

Nat looked briefly at his young friend – a crooked smile upon his face – poor young kid shouldn't have been in jail at all – culpable driving had given him a five year sentence – once the old hands in jail had started to hit on the handsome young man, it hadn't taken much to convince him to escape with him during an afternoon of "privileged" road maintenance on one of the highways.

After being on the run for several days, they'd stolen a large boat from an unguarded marina. They'd planned on making it to the Spice Islands – only thing was, neither of them knew jack-shit about boats, and even less about navigation! Two days out they'd run aground on a reef and they'd taken to the dinghy – three days later – both nearly dead from dehydration, they'd been rescued by Interlude... 

Their recovery had been nothing short of amazing – of course, neither Ross nor Angela knew the pair of them were escaped prisoners – but they did think the pair's lack of seamanship was rather odd to say the least.

Nat now looked back at the partially completed portrait – Callum actually had two he was working on – one was a full portrait of Angela as she lay in-situ; outlines and shading almost complete and quite accurate, but with one exception – Callum had taken some artistic licence and had completely omitted her bikini! 

The second portrait was a far more detailed image of her from the waist up – here he'd captured her true essence magnificently; her long blonde ringlets framed her features perfectly; her eyes looked serene and her full lips appeared to have a beckoning gloss to them. And his careful shading accentuated the finely muscled definition of her neck and shoulders – the effect was so lifelike that it could have been a black and white photographic image! 

But once again there was an exception – Callum had completely omitted her bikini top – even as small as it was! Instead, he had only partially completed her breasts – the shape and size looked quite right of course, but the detail compared to the rest of the image was sadly lacking – his impression of her nipples and areoles were represented by no more than a few very faint outlines...

Of course, the missing detail wasn't lost on Nat and he was keen to see if he could help rectify the problem.

"Hey matie, I hope ya don't mind me sayin' so... But it looks ta me that Angie 'ere needs ta show her titties proper for young Callum 'ere to capture her full beauty for real!" Nat stated, while smiling sardonically.

Nat looked back down at Angela and although she appeared to be oblivious to his ribald remark, with her eyes still closed – he noticed her smile briefly. For fuck'sake she was a horny-looking bitch, he thought to himself.

"Unlikely, Nat, very unlikely!" Ross called back, trying to act blasé.

"Hey, don'cha go all Capt'n Bligh on us now! 'Ave a bit a fun matie! Be a ball-tearer of a portrait then, hey," Nat sniffed, "An' I reckon she wouldn't mind too much... Hey, Angie, ya keen for it?"

Ross gripped the wheel firmly – the old man was testing his patience once again! But he didn't want to show him that his comments were really bugging him – he didn't want to appear that he was a stick-in-the-mud – but most of all, he didn't want to let his jealous, possessive side rear its ugly head to his wife once again! God knows their early years together were fraught with one fight after another because of his sometimes extreme jealousy over her if she had so much as talked to another man at a party – or worse – if she had actually danced with one!

"Well, Angie, my little blonde-bombshell?" Nat pushed again, "Whaddayareckon? 'Ave a look at Callum's effort 'ere," he said as he carefully held up the second sketch for her to look at.

Angela lifted her head slowly and blinked a few times as she focused on the portrait held not more than half a metre from her, "Wow! It's fantastic, Callum, you are a truly gifted young man! I only wish I could draw half as good!" 

"Yeah, but what's missin?" Nat asked.

"Umm... Well... Let me see... I'd say my bikini top?"

"Some've the detail, Angie, the detail!" Nat shot back, "Let 'im get the fuckin' detail finished properly an' you'll have a portrait worth framin' me love."

"Oh... I don't know," Angela said dreamily, running her tongue over her plump lips.

She continued to admire the partially finished portrait – it was exceptional, and to think the young man managed it all while perched on a yacht as it pitched and rolled as they sailed along at six knots or so. With every other aspect of the portrait so incredibly accurate, it was somewhat unfortunate that the missing detail of her breasts made the image look quite unfinished.

"Um... Callum, just how long do you think you'd need to... you know... to finish the missing bits?" Angela asked pensively.

Vanity prevailed!

Callum pondered for a moment, "Orr... I reckon 'bout half an hour or so, I guess."

"Half an hour? Um... well... okay, I guess. I don't mind too much... But I think the final call is up to Ross..."

"Hey Roscoe, your call, matie, your call?"

Ross gritted his teeth and exhaled – Angela often sunbaked topless when they sailed alone and he had to admit that he loved it then. And then there'd been a couple of rare occasions on holidays that it had happened too, like over in Thailand recently she'd gone topless a few times. Of course, there were other couples there that were just as uninhibited, so he hadn't minded too much – not even when the handsome young pool boys brought their drinks over and smiled down at her and cheekily offered to "give pretty lady nice massage". 

So was this any different, he asked himself? He tried to be cool about it...

"Up to you, Ange, up to you really... It's your body..." Ross said, effectively capitulating. 

Angela looked back over her shoulder to her husband and smiled, "They're only boobs, Ross... Not like I'm going to be completely naked or anything."

Turning back to Nat she looked him in the eye, "Now if I do this, no blatant ogling, you old bugger, okay?"

Nat raised his bushy eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders as if to say, 'who me? I'm innocent.'

"This is for 'arts sake' okay? Not for your personal viewing pleasure, Nat," she stated, "And I don't think you should hang around watching either... I don't think I can trust you!" she said to him as she pursed her lips and pulled a face in mock admonition.

"Aw Angie, they're 'only boobs' aren't they?" Nat said sarcastically, "No matter... I'll go back if ya don't want me admirin' ya beauty a little longer."

Looking a bit slighted, Nat went to step past her again just as Angela reached for one of the shrouds to help pull herself up into a sitting position...

"Hang on a second," she said as she reached behind her neck and pulled on the thin ties to her bikini top, undoing the bow easily, "Take this back for me so it doesn't blow away."

Nat stood looking down at her, his right hand also gripping the shroud for support, and his foot once again planted neatly between her parted thighs, "Yeah, sure."

A puff caused the yacht to heel over a few degrees briefly just as Angela let the ties slip from her fingertips and the small garment clung tenaciously to her breasts for a few moments – the breeze holding it in place...

Nat watched her as she ran her hands behind her back to undo the other strap – her actions were perfunctory to say the least, like she'd done it a million times before. Then with one hand gripping the bikini top from the front, Angela successfully slipped the bow and pulled the tiny garment free and held it out for Nat to take from her.

Nat couldn't help but chuckle when her breasts came into view – lovely as they were – almost as tanned as the rest of her, with barely a noticeable tan line anywhere – and her brown nipples looked to be growing larger by the second! He would only have to move his knee about ten or fifteen centimetres and he would be able to test their mettle... 

"There ya go me boy... see if you can capture the beauty of those two tasty-looking mounds of flesh now hey," Nat said, as he pocketed her bikini top 'for safe keeping'.

"Okay Nat... Off you go please," Angela said, as she looked up at the older man.

Nat stole another glance – and he felt his throat go dry – he had a sudden urge to grab the woman from behind her head and pull her face into his crotch! His cock was hard and he wanted her to feel it – he wanted to twist her long hair in his fingers and force his cock in past her sweet lips – and he wanted to fuck the horny-looking bitch's face until his load shot down her throat!


Sail to Despair Ch. 02



When Angela had gone forward with the sandwiches for her husband and Callum, Nat had prepared himself for a sudden confrontation should she decide to tell her husband that she had just been raped. Not only had Nat armed himself with a 25 centimetre filleting knife from the galley, but he had also armed himself with the short spear-gun from the rack beside the port settee he'd been sleeping on. 

Although only vaguely familiar with spear-guns, he nonetheless had worked out the simple mechanism quickly and drawn back the surgical rubber loop to the second notch on the spear to maximize the weapon's power -- he'd also cut the line that would normally be used to retrieve the spear when discharged underwater -- this he felt would give him better range on the yacht.

And then he'd waited with his back against the forward bulkhead facing the companionway hatch -- the most likely approach of Ross should he rush him in a fit of rage. 

Silently, he listened to the muffled voices on the bow as Angela spoke with the two men who'd been busy working on the yacht's anchor winch. He could just imagine the look on Ross's face as he learnt what had just happened to his pretty wife. He felt a surge of adrenalin when he pictured Ross with a spear embedded in his chest when he came for him in his anticipated but foolhardy retribution. Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Nat eyed the weapon of his choice -- he was unsure if it would kill Ross cleanly, but if need be, he planned to quickly dispatch him with the filleting knife -- a calculated slash across the jugular should do that.

Of course, a thought had crossed his mind to take the offensive and go topsides to spear Ross regardless of whether Angela told him what had just happened to her. But he had discounted this for two simple reasons. Naturally he was looking forward to fucking the arse off Angela again soon -- and his threats earlier of hurting her husband should she try to resist him certainly paid off; the second reason was of a more practical nature -- he needed Ross to sail the yacht for him a little longer -- at least until he himself had picked up some more of the fundamentals of sailing. 

Nat heard footsteps on the side deck -- he could see thru the cabin port-lights Angela's smooth, tanned calves as she made her way aft to the cockpit.

Feigning sleep, Nat listened intently to Angela as she stepped down the companionway into the main cabin. He heard her take a deep breath, followed by the sound of the aft cabin door closing.

He waited several minutes longer -- totally focusing on the sound of the two men on the bow. Nat wondered if she had warned her husband -- Nat also wondered about the loyalty of his jailbird friend, young Callum. What side of the fence would he sit on, should it be necessary to take on Ross? It was plainly obvious to Nat that his young artistic accomplice had more than a passing fondness for Angela now since she modelled for him. Just how would the young man take it should he know that Angela had just been raped by his older friend? 

Nat surmised that had Angela warned her husband, perhaps she had been told to lock herself in the sturdy little aft cabin prior to any confrontation -- he was sure that Ross had several screwdrivers and a hammer to arm himself, along with either of the sturdy winch handles in the cockpit. Nat knew that he had only one shot with the spear-gun too -- and although very fit, Nat conceded that Ross was several years younger and also quite fit-looking!

But was Ross capable of containing the rage he would now feel should he know that his wife had just been violated? Could he contain it long enough to plan an attack of his own? And besides -- did Ross have the courage to take him on?

Some ten minutes had passed since Angela had gone to her cabin. Nat could wait no longer -- he'd made a decision. Should Angela's cabin door be locked from the inside he would take it as an indication that perhaps she was indeed hiding herself from a pending confrontation. Nat would then take the offensive -- he would surprise Ross from the forward hatch in the vee-berth where he had an opportunity to shoot him at almost point-blank range! He would take his chances with sailing the yacht without Ross's expertise -- besides, Angela certainly seemed a proficient sailor at least!

A wry smile crossed Nat's face. With Ross out of the way, he could then do with her as he pleased -- and when he pleased! Then maybe in a week or so -- or maybe even a month's time -- once they had entered the myriad of small islands of the archipelago and if their stocks ran low, he would prostitute her for fuel and food if need be. Or if the price was right -- he'd sell her to one of the brothels he guessed existed there -- he couldn't imagine that there would be too many attractive blonde western women available to the natives in those parts! 

Nat was psyched up for it now -- a surge of adrenalin coursed thru his veins. Raising himself from the settee, he placed the loaded spear-gun under a towel on the table and he took a couple of steps aft till he faced the cabin door. Placing his hand on the doorhandle -- he tried it slowly...

The handle moved downward freely, making a soft audible click -- it was unlocked!

Just before he pushed the door open, he had a sudden vision of Angela hiding herself behind it with a knife -- waiting for him. Nat withdrew the filleting knife from the band of his shorts and standing sideways to make a smaller target, he opened the door inwards...

Nat sniggered to himself as he peered into the small dim cabin -- he needn't have worried himself by the looks of things -- quite the contrary!

Just near the open doorway lying on the cabin sole was Angela's discarded sarong -- and to the left of it lay her bikini bottoms. Nat shook his head in disbelief -- there on the small neat bed, face downwards, laid Angela -- completely naked! 

The tension of a pending fight waned almost immediately. Stooping slightly, Nat stepped inside the cabin and quietly closed the door behind him -- snibbing the lock at the same time.

Angela didn't move a muscle. Her small, delicate feet were closest to Nat, her ankles some thirty centimetres apart. Nat let his eyes wander up from her feet, along the backs of her calf-muscles and toward her shapely thighs -- not a blemish anywhere he could see -- they were beautifully toned and tanned and her womanly hips flared out nicely. Her waist cinched in to a diameter that Nat could come close to encircling with his hands if he tried. Apart from a small, pale scar about fifteen millimetres long midway up her back and to the left of her spine, and but for a few freckles here and there, her back was a very attractive feature too -- firm and tanned of course -- it vee'd outward to her athletic shoulders that were now partially covered by her long blonde ringlets splayed out in all directions.

Nat diverted his gaze back downward to her buttocks -- to him they represented perfect symmetry. Her orbs were full and round -- the cleft between them a paler shade of an otherwise lightly tanned overall appearance -- she obviously sun-baked wearing a G-string on occasion.

With her legs slightly parted as they were, Nat could just make out the smooth, darkish pink of her engorged pudenda -- the delicate folds of her inner labia just peeking out from her small slit like the bright pink petals of a blossoming flower...

In Nat's mind, everything about her screamed to him to fuck her again!

And with that thought his cock hardened rapidly. Still without a word spoken between them, he untied his board-shorts and let them drop to the cabin sole, close to Angela's sarong. He too was now naked -- and his cock jutted out rampantly at a virile forty five degree angle!

Moving closer, Nat sat on the foot of the bed and reached toward her -- he felt her tremble briefly as he touched her right calf with the palm of his left hand. Resting his hand there for several moments -- she didn't move a muscle. Encouraged, he gradually worked his hand up along the back of her leg -- caressing her thigh in a series of exploratory figure-eight circles. 

Soon his hand is running back and forth along her right buttock -- Angela doesn't so much as flinch when his fingers trace the cleft between her buttocks, downward until his fingertips flick over her budding pink flower...

Nat's tender touch is now somewhat ironic, considering how he had taken her earlier. With his palm now facing her pudenda, he uses his middle finger to slowly work her open. What seems almost reflexive to his touch, Angela bent her left knee, drawing her foot up the bed and parting her thighs wider at the same time -- effectively giving Nat's probing fingers greater access to her moist slit.

Moments pass quietly -- just the waves against the hull and the rigging creaking occasionally -- and barely discernable squelches from between Angela's thighs as his fingers explore her, gradually working her pliant flesh open...

With her face still buried in the crook of her folded arms, she softly grunts for but a moment, just as Nat's calloused digit slipped into her vagina. Ever so slowly, it glided in and out -- soon a sweet, musky aroma began to waft thru the still air of the cabin.

He lowered his face to her buttocks -- and nibbling lightly on her firm flesh, he continued to finger her. Soon he withdrew his slickened finger from within her, and then with both hands, he pulled her buttocks apart to expose her brown bud. Moments later he was running his tongue from side to side, downward toward her beckoning anus...

Angela moaned softly, and drew her knee up higher as Nat's coarse stubble rubbed against her inner thighs -- his tongue darting over her sensitive anus caused ripples of nervous pleasure to cascade up and down her spine... 

Seconds later, she drew her other knee upward too -- and pushed her stomach into the firm mattress, arching her back concavely and thrusting her buttocks up wantonly...

Nat needed no further encouragement -- lowering his mouth onto her pudenda, he flicked his tongue along the length of her slit -- her sweet musky juices and some of his own semen from earlier have combined and the taste to him is not unpleasant in the slightest. It had been seven long years since he had tasted pussy -- and Angela's was by far one of the best that he could ever remember! 

She was almost kneeling now as he darted his raspy tongue up and down her slit and every now and then she would gyrate her hips slightly when his tongue found her shiny little bud for a moment or two. The temptation to position himself behind her and slam his cock in was almost too much!

And then as if she sensed what he was thinking, Angela dropped her hips back onto the bed and in one fluid motion, she rolled onto her back and pulling back her left knee, she opened her legs either side of Nat's semi-prostrate body.

Nat looked up at her -- her mouth was partly open and her chest heaved slightly, but she had raised an arm so that it covered her eyes as if hiding from the truth of what she was now plainly offering him. Looking down at her almost hairless pussy, he smiled inwardly -- there was just a narrow strip of short, fair-coloured pubic hair that seemed to point like a guiding arrow from her mons veneris to the retracted hood of her shiny, bright-pink clitoris. 

Nat quickly repositioned himself and lowered his face to her once again and Angela mewed like a kitten as his inquisitive tongue focussed on the nub of her erect clitoris... 

It had been quite some time since she'd received the pleasure of cunnilingus. Ross, although such a good husband to her in many ways, had been sadly neglectful in the bedroom for over a year now -- work stresses he had put it down to. He'd actually taken long-service leave for the sailing adventure in the hope of solace and to make some sort of recovery toward renewing his vigour. Angela of course had hoped their relationship would blossom again once at sea too -- and up until now it had shown signs of improving...

Now she lay before a horrible, heavily-tattooed old thug as he attempted to pleasure her -- but what choice did she have? And although she was not to know how close Nat had come to just murdering her husband, she knew that giving herself to her assailant was the best course to take for both her and her husband's sake. And if she was going to give herself to Nat -- she would do it convincingly -- whether it was just something she would have to do in secrecy until the two unwelcome guests left them, or to bide time until Ross could overpower the brute. Angela stole a glimpse of the man between her legs as he worked on her -- swallowing deeply, she ran her tongue around her lips -- there was no denying that the old coot was good! Running her hands down to his almost bald pate, she began to grind herself into his face. Yes -- it was an intoxicating feeling to have a gifted tongue work her over after such a long time!

Soon, a finger entered her pussy again for a few moments and then withdrew... She was so close to an orgasm that she barely registered as Nat's calloused finger now prodded her wet, puckered anus. His well-lubricated finger slid into her rectum quite easily and he began to draw it in and out... It was a totally new sensation for her -- a finger up her bottom at the same time that her clitoris was thoroughly licked... And she was surprised at how good it felt -- almost too good!

Nat felt her fingers digging into his scalp as she tensed up -- but still he continued to flick his tongue rapidly over her clitoris. Suddenly she let out a guttural moan as she arched her back into his face! It had taken barely two minutes, but without a doubt she was coming!

His finger in her arsehole was pistoning back and forth as she came, extending her orgasm for perhaps half a minute or longer. Then gradually Angela's clenched thighs relaxed and she lay there breathlessly, while Nat continued to lick and rub his nose into her wet hole...

Almost a minute passed...

"If you're going to fuck me... you... you better hurry up...We haven't long..."

Nat looked up from between her open thighs -- he could see that her chest was still heaving slightly as she recovered from her orgasm. He focussed on her breasts and their beautiful nipples -- hard as ever and inviting to say the least...

"So ya didn't tell ya 'usband I take it?"

"Of course not... I... I don't want any trouble..."

"So, ya jus' gonna let me fuck ya whenever then, are ya?"

"I... I guess so... So long as you don't hurt us..."

Nat was surprised by her total capitulation to say the least -- it certainly wasn't what he had expected a short time ago!

"That's very fucken 'onarable of ya, Angie," he sniggered, as he began to manoeuvre up her body.

Angela closed her eyes as she felt his lips take in one of her nipples -- he suckled for a few moments and then moved to her other nipple and continued...

"Nat... we haven't time for this now... I nervous... Just do it please!"

Nat looked up at her as he bit lightly on her large nipple -- he increased the pressure until he felt her flinch slightly -- then he drew back on it and let it pop from his mouth...

"Fucken gorgeous nipples Honey! I could chew on 'em all day long!"

Raising himself, he repositioned between her open legs and grabbed a pillow from next to her head and roughly forced it under her buttocks so as to raise her hips and allow an easier entry.

"I want ya to open your eyes, Angie... I want ya ta see me big ol' slug goin' in to ya hungry cunt! It is a hungry cunt, ain't it? I'm guessin' ya like a cock more'n what ya been gettin' it?" he sniggered.

"Please don't flatter yourself, I'm doing this because I have no choice!"

"Yeah, okay... But ya still like cock, don't ya?"

"I... I like sex, yes!" Angela blurted, "With my husband though, you bastard!"

Nat laughed at her mockingly. His cock was fully erect of course -- he held it with his right hand and was stroking it slowly.

"Tell ya what... I want you ta guide me in! Gimme ya hand."

Angela allowed her hand to be coaxed down onto Nat's cock -- with some initial trepidation, she wrapped her fingers around the shaft some halfway down from his big knob and with no further encouragement she tilted his length until it brushed against her splayed pudenda...

Nat chuckled lewdly.

"Just stick it in would you!" Angela said abruptly, "We haven't time to muck around!"

"Rightio then!"

Nat lent into her and watched as her inner labia stretched around his knob and then disappear back inside of her vagina -- he withdrew partway and quickly pushed in even further!

"Oh gawd!" Angela groaned, as her hand slipped from his shaft, allowing him to enter her completely.

"Still gotta tight little cunt!" Nat exclaimed, as he began to screw her, "Even after ya already been fucked once today!"

Nat reached behind her legs and drew them up until he was gripping her by the ankles -- and then he began to fuck her with earnest! 

He watched with delight as her small breasts jiggled back and forth with his every thrust. Her hands now gripped the back of her own thighs, holding them open as far as she could manage.

Nat fucked her like that for a few minutes -- he knew that he wasn't going to last much longer, the feeling of her tight vaginal wall was like a thousand tiny fingers caressing his shaft and knob with every stroke!

"I... I want you to do me from behind..." Angela blurted, "Like before... I want to feel what you did to me again..."

Nat chuckled again, "Ya fucken love it don't ya, ya married slut!"

"I'm... I'm not a slut, you old bastard! I could count on one hand how many men I've slept with!"

It was true of course, Angela, now nearing her mid-forties, had been with no more than five different men in her entire life! To Angela, her past lovers had been decent men that had never pushed the boundaries with her. What Nat had done to her earlier had been new -- totally new -- and now in her heightened state of arousal, it was a feeling she was eager to experience once more. 

Nat withdrew his cock unceremoniously and rolled Angela over -- quickly he pulled her hips upward so she was now kneeling, but with her head resting on her forearms. Her wet pussy glistened with her copious lubrication -- it didn't look so small anymore now.

"Ahh... ahhh... gawd... tha's it..." Angela moaned, as Nat's slug sunk back into her, "Do that thing to me again... mmm... aww... gawd..."

Nat coaxed his long cock in further until he was sure that he was pressing up against her cervix -- that was what she wanted...

"So ya like that do ya?" Nat snarled sardonically.

He felt the resistance of her cervical opening dilating before the pressure of his pointy knob.

"Huh? Is that what ya wanted?"

Nat gripped her hips firmly and pushed in even further -- he listened to her groan painfully for a few moments as her cervical opening began to envelop his glans...

"Oh gawd... oh gawd... tha's it! Tha's it! I'm coming! I'm coming!" Angela blurted, "Yesss... yesss...Don't stop! Don't stop!"

Nat was as far in as he could go -- and most of his knob was in an almost vice-like grip as Angela orgasmed. She writhed and pushed back against him as her fingernails dug into his buttocks in an attempt to force more of his cock inside of her. For several moments she shuddered and moaned -- then she collapsed like a ragdoll, her orgasm finally spent.

"Ya do like that, doncha? You've come like a fucken great geyser too!"

Nat slapped her arse with the palm of his hand, "Well? Was that what ya wanted?"

She didn't answer him -- and he slapped her buttocks again.

"Ooowa! Yesss! That's what I wanted... Happy now?" 

Her orgasm had been intense -- far stronger than the one brought by her stimulated clit. It was a combination of pleasure and pain that she just couldn't quite put her finger on -- but she had liked it indeed!




Sail to Despair Ch. 02



Although not far off coming himself, Nat withdrew his cock from her once again -- he felt a growing contempt for the woman now -- he had given her his best; he had wanted her to feel discomfort and humiliation as he fucked her -- but instead she had enjoyed it, thoroughly!

Time for something new...

He slipped two fingers inside of her sopping pussy easily and drew out some of her copious lubrication -- and then quite hurriedly, he worked a finger back inside her anus -- she offered no resistance. Quickly, he reamed her back-passage -- her butt gradually tilting upward to meet his knuckles with every thrust. He hesitated momentarily as he worked a second finger inside her rectum and she flinched, however fleetingly. Bit by bit her sphincter relaxed to his expert ministrations and he smiled sardonically at his handiwork.

"Ya like a finger or two up ya bum, hey?"

Angela didn't respond -- well not verbally anyway. Instead her pelvis rocked to and fro almost in harmony with his thrusting fingers and each time she exhaled she grunted softly. Not even Ross had ever tried to do anything so humiliating to her before -- and she was now wondering why... 

Withdrawing his fingers, Nat admired his handiwork -- whether she knew it or not, her arsehole was now ready to be fucked! He pulled her hips closer as he lined up his cockhead against her enlarged, moistened brown-bud. His cock was so wet and her crack so well-prepared that his knob popped past her dilated sphincter almost effortlessly!

"Orr gawd! Nat! Gawd! Nooo... Not in there!" Angela cried out vainly. 

She collapsed back onto the bed with his cock still implanted in her anus -- desperately, she tried to wriggle up the bed away from him. But it was useless -- Nat gripped her tightly around her waist and waited several moments for her to cease her pointless struggling. Then he positioned his feet either side of her thighs and squatted over her buttocks -- his long cock bent downward at an almost acute angle remained embedded in her.

Angela screwed up her face and dug her fingers into the bed-sheet -- but it wasn't so much for any terrible discomfort she was experiencing -- it was more the thought of a man wanting to screw her in there -- it had been a taboo of hers since she could remember! 

"Ya like this too, hey?" Nat snarled near her ear as he began to work his cock, "I reckon ya do!" 

"Umph... umph... gawd... No... nooo I don't... I don't..." she growled, with her chin resting on the bed, "Just... just hurry would you, you bastard!" 

He knew he wasn't going to last long -- her cunt was nice -- but so too was her arse! And with each calculated stroke, he sensed her gradual capitulation. He relaxed the grip on her slim waist and prised her buttocks apart -- she made no attempt to draw away this time -- quite the contrary, she was beginning to rock back against him!

Angela bit her lip softly as the old man sodomised her -- but it wasn't from pain -- it was to stop herself from making any noise; noise that would indicate to her attacker that the weird feeling she was now experiencing was actually unusually pleasant... Something she would've never imagined!

For not much more than a minute or two, the only sound in the small cabin was of Nat's thighs slapping against Angela's buttocks with every stroke! 

She released the sheets with her right hand, and surreptitiously, she found her clitoris with her delicate fingers -- and as Nat increased the tempo in his rapidly approaching climax, Angela frigged her hard little button vigorously! 

Nat froze suddenly and then shuddered behind her, "Argh... argh yeah... argh yeah!"

Angela could feel his cock pulse inside of her -- she thought that she could actually feel the heat from his seed as it filled her too! And, quite frantically, she rubbed herself for several moments longer as her own orgasm swept over her!

"Hmmm... you're an old bastard... You know that?" Angela gasped breathlessly as her orgasmic contractions gradually subsided. "Why... why did you want to do that to me? Didn't you... didn't you like my... my little pussy?"

"Humph! I knew you'd like it!" Nat said, a derisive tone in his voice, "I liked both ya holes! And later ya gonna suck me orf too... See how ya manage a big cock in that cultured mouth of yours for a change!"

Angela felt a twang of anxiety well in the pit of her stomach at his lewd suggestion -- she knew that her ordeal was probably far from over. And even with a small electric fan moving some air, the closed cabin was now quite hot -- claustrophobically so. Both of their bodies sheened with sweat, although the whole thing had taken probably less than fifteen or twenty minutes. 

"You better go... Please..."

He said nothing as he withdrew his withering penis from her battered hole. She felt him get up from the bed and she collapsed, rolling onto her back and at the same time drawing the crumpled sheet over her nudity. She watched him as he stepped back into his shorts in a perfunctory manner and she couldn't help notice how calm and carefree he looked at that moment.

"Have you raped many women?" she asked softly. 

It was now Nat's turn to screw up his face, as he looked down at her contemptuously. "Jus' what're ya sayin'? Was that rape, hey? Humph! Ya fucken loved it, an' don't go kiddin' yourself otherwise!" 

"I... I never asked for it... I didn't have a choice!"

Nat turned and was about to unlock the cabin door when he looked back at her. "Show us them tits again would ya!"

Angela felt her face flush.

"Don't go all coy on me now Angie. Go on!"

Angela obeyed and lowered the sheet.

"That's better! Fucken nice little titties... I'm gonna enjoy playin' with them big nips tonight when ya suckin' me orf!" he stated, a crooked smile crossing his weathered face, "Rape? Huh!"

Angela watched as he turned around again. Cautiously he opened the door and stepped back into the narrow passage way to the main cabin.

* * *

With Callum's assistance, Ross had finished repairing the winch sooner than he'd expected. Gathering up the few tools, he carefully placed them back in the soft tool-bag -- pleased that not a thing had become the property of King Neptune in the meantime!

"Okay Callum, thanks for your help. Let's get back to where it's a bit more comfortable!"

Although not a particularly swelly day, there was still some metre and a half of sea-state. Sitting for an hour or so with you head down on the bow of a yacht can become rather unpleasant -- and Ross was impressed with the younger man's fortitude to stay and assist him, rather than take the easy option like Nat his friend had and keep out of the way. Ross had of course chatted with the young, good-looking youth too, and found him to be quite intelligent and knowledgeable. He liked him. He certainly didn't feel the same way for the older man whom he found to be quite belligerent for the better part! Callum would make good crew without a doubt.

"Grab Angela's sandwich box please. And remember, one hand for the boat as you go astern -- I don't want to test our man-overboard technique just now if we can help it!"

Ross checked the plotter and the autopilot as he came up to the steering binnacle -- still on course and making reasonable way. That night they should be dropping off the continental shelf and by the morning they should be passing the first of the small islands in the Banda Sea. Several of the islands were not much more than extinct volcanoes -- and although picturesque with their tree-fringed shorelines, because of poor anchorage they weren't permanently inhabited. They would sail past only a few miles off, to stop at the small group of islands wasn't on the itinerary, but it would be a break in the scenery and offer a photo opportunity.

Callum stepped into the cockpit, instantly appreciating the shade of the Bimini and grabbing his drink bottle, he took a big swig of the warm water. 

"Yep, that's a good idea lad! Keep the fluids up, won't you," Ross said softly, a bit like a father would to his son.

Not wanting to disturb his wife while she was sleeping off-watch, Ross quietly explained to Callum the basics of the electronic navigating equipment once again and he pointed out on the chart the islands they would pass close by in the morning. 

Then Ross cocked his head to one side -- he could hear some muffled exchanges from down below and he figured both his wife and Nat were now awake a bit earlier than he expected. 

"I'll go get us an early sundowner -- I think we deserve it, don't you!"

So familiar was Ross with his yacht, Interlude, that his bare feet made not a sound as he stepped down the companionway into the main cabin. He had half expected to see Nat lounging lazily on the port settee or sitting by the nav' station -- but he wasn't there. Perhaps he was in the head, he thought?

Ross was about to open the top of the fridge, when he heard the aft cabin door open. There was a short, narrow-passageway under the cockpit combing leading to the aft cabin, and Ross turned his head around at the sound of the door opening, expecting to see Angela appear. Instead, he was surprised to see a sweaty, shirtless Nat. 

"G'day Nat... We're about to have an early coldie to celebrate our success with the anchor winch. Want one too?"

Ross noticed the older man's eyes shift nervously toward the table amidships -- Ross looked over at the table too. Nothing was on it -- although something wrapped in a towel lay on the cabin sole beneath the table.

Ross looked back at the older man -- his unusual countenance unnerved him and suddenly he felt very uneasy with the pit of his stomach twisting and turning like a bucket of earthworms. 

"Ange? We're going to have an early sundowner. Would you like to join us? Angela?" Ross called.

He waited a few moments for a response.

"Angela?"

"Umm... Oh... I might... I might just rest a bit longer, thanks Honey," Angela called back, her voice sounding husky.

Even the tone of Angela's normally clear and precise voice alarmed him somewhat. Or was it just his old paranoia playing tricks on him again, he wondered? 

Ross watched Nat as he edged away from the passageway to stand next to the companionway steps -- it looked as if he was about to go up them. Ross turned back to the open top of the fridge and pulled out three cans of beer that had been placed there earlier to chill.

"Here Nat, take Callum's beer up with you too, please, I'm just going to check-in on Angela for a few minutes. I'll be topside soon."

The main cabin wasn't overly large of course and after thrusting the cans to Nat, Ross had to squeeze past the older man in his flustered haste to check on Angela. He could feel the sinewy, tattooed-shoulders of the man flex at his brief touch -- to Ross the older man seemed to be wound up like a clock spring!

Ross stooped thru the low, narrow-passageway and entered the cabin. He looked down at his wife lying back on one of her elbows -- her face reddened and her hair a tangled mess -- she looked shell-shocked at his sudden appearance!

"Are you okay?" Ross asked with obvious concern in his voice.

"Yes, yes of course!" she shot back, "Just let me sleep a bit longer would you!"

Angela laid her head back on the pillow and rolled onto her side under the thin white bed sheet.

"Sure...Just checking on you, that's all. We fixed the winch."

"Good to hear. Now please close the door on your way out."

Ross was about to turn for the doorway when he glanced down at something catching on his foot -- it was Angela's sarong. Nothing unusual about that -- but his heart skipped a beat when he noticed her bikini bottoms next to them.

"Are you naked under that sheet?"

She didn't answer him -- but merely sighed deeply. He knew that she often slept naked -- but he felt that it was completely inappropriate now.

"Was Nat just back here with you?"

Ross stepped closer to the bed, "Angela, was he? Do you think it wise to be naked with him around?"

"Oh for God's sake, Ross, I'm under a sheet!"

"What did he want?"

"Nothing! We were just talking, that's all!" she said, clearly annoyed at his questioning her, "Now please let me rest some more!"

Ross stood looking at his wife's small frame under the thin sheet -- she was certainly sounding odd. He shook his head and was about to leave, when the small oscillating fan blew a waft of stale air toward him -- and then he noticed it -- the quite unmistakable aroma of recent sex!

Quickly, he leant toward the bed and pulled the sheet from his wife -- she was naked of course and what was worse was the strong, musky-smell of sex emanating from her was almost overpowering! Confused, Ross looked her up and down and noticed a wad of tissue between her legs -- something she would often do after they'd have sex to catch his come as it oozed out of her!

"What in the fuck has just happened here?"

"Nothing! Nothing! Please just go away, Ross! Leave me to sleep some more!" Angela pleaded as she attempted to cover herself with the sheet once more.

"Has that old prick just rooted you?" Ross bellowed, "Tell me I'm fucking imagining things here!"

Angela had tears welling in her eyes now, "Nooo, of course not! Are you crazy?"

"Show me!"

"What? Show you what?"

Ross tore the sheet from her again and roughly prising her legs open the wad of tissue fell away to expose her swollen and reddened pussy. He felt his anger seethe.

"He forced me!" Angela blurted as the tears streamed down her face.

"What?" Ross's heart was pounding like it would pop out of his chest at any moment, "Did he just rape you?"

"Yesss..." Angela cried as she threw her hands up to her face, tears streaming down her cheeks.

It was the last thing Ross heard -- the blow to his head was swift and accurate. He fell facedown like a bag of spuds -- unconscious.

Angela looked up at Nat as he stood in the doorway -- he'd used one of the unopened cans of beer as an effective weapon.

"Please don't hurt him anymore... I'll do what you want..."

"Rape hey? Hmph!" he sniggered sardonically.

* * *

Nat had Callum help him drag the unconscious Ross to the mast-step near the forward bulkhead. There he had Callum practice his rope skills and tie him securely, adding a gag to keep him quiet. 

Callum appeared solemn but compliant -- and over the next few hours the pair of them discussed what they were going to do without Ross to sail the yacht. Nat was happy to learn about the tuition that Ross had given his young accomplice earlier and how he was now modestly competent with both the auto helm and the basic functions of the chart plotter. They now both understood enough to trim the sails if need be, so this sailing thing wasn't going to be too difficult after all, Nat decided. 

Nat had felt strongly about getting rid of Ross -- but in the end, it was only because of Callum's pleas that he hadn't merely tossed Ross overboard to feed the sharks. Instead, the two of them had reached a compromise -- they'd decided on making for one of the closest islands and there they would maroon Ross and continue on north. It sounded a good plan.

* * *

When Ross came to, it was dark. His head ached severely and he was thirsty. From his confined position tied to the mast, he could just make out the faces of his wife and Nat in the luminescent glow of the instruments in the cockpit.

Slowly, as his eyes adjusted some more, he could see that Angela was wearing her sarong as a skirt -- her breasts were bare. Nat was standing behind her as she appeared to be checking on their course -- his hand caressing her shoulder. Ross felt the anger rise upward instantly and he struggled with his bonds -- but they held fast.

Sensing some movement on the port settee, Ross could make out Callum laying there. The boy looked him in the eye briefly before turning away ashamedly. 

He watched Callum get up and step over to the galley to pick something up. As the boy turned back around, Ross could see that he had a bottle of water. In three steps the boy was next to Ross and he squatted down. Callum lowered Ross's gag and after opening the bottle, he put it to his lips and allowed him to drink the whole six hundred millilitres. 

"Will you help me?" Ross whispered to Callum, "Please? You're a better person than this... I know you are. And I know that you like Angela... I'm sure you don't want to see her defiled any more than I do."

Callum didn't answer. He replaced the gag and stood back up and then looked back down at Ross. Ross was sure that he detected some pity in his countenance. 

He watched the boy turn for the companionway.

"He's come to," Callum called up to Angela, "Seems okay. I've given him some water."

Angela smiled at the news, obvious relief upon her face.

"That's good ta hear, matie," Nat said, "Now I want ya to come up 'ere and keep an eye on things for a bit. I think you've 'ad enough sleep now."

Callum did as he was told -- and Ross could just make out Angela giving Callum a perfunctory handover of the watch -- wind speed and direction; course and bearing; a reminder to keep a lookout for shipping -- and to clip his harness on -- rules of the watch when alone.

"Okay, Angie, I want ya down below in ya cabin now," Nat ordered, "I'll be there in a minute or two." Ross watched as his wife stepped down the companionway. She stood looking at him for several moments -- her look was forlorn and helpless. He could now just make out what he thought were several small bite marks on her breasts -- noticing his gaze, she covered herself with her hands and looked downward ashamedly, and then turned for the aft cabin without saying a word to him.

Nat came down below several minutes later and chuckled at Ross as he seethed up at him with pure hatred in his eyes. 

Dropping his shorts, Nat lets his semi-hard cock spring free. "Gonna git me some more of ya wife's nice little twat, skipper... Fuck she loves a big ol' cock matie! Guess ya didn't know that about her though, hey?"

Ross struggled violently with his bonds as the old man continued...

"Ya shoulda been awake earlier... Fucken not too bad given a gobbie either! Not quite deep throat stuff, but she tried pretty 'ard! Swallowed most of me sprog too! She shouldn't need ta eat for a day now I reckon!"

Ross's eyes were nearly bulging out of his head as he twisted and turned in his bid to break free...

"I'm thinkin' of letting me young matie up there 'ave her tomorra night... I don't think she'll mind too much. Do you?" Nat asked, rhetorically, "You be right with that, Angie? Let the young fella slip one inta ya tomorra?"

Nat took a last look at Ross and sniggered before making for the aft cabin.

He listened to the two of them talking -- and he clearly heard Angela ask Nat to close the door -- but he also heard Nat saying it was too hot with the door shut and that he didn't give a fuck if Ross heard them.

Ross tried to block out the torment of the next twenty minutes or so -- but it was as useless as trying to escape his bonds. And it was almost as if the old man was putting on a show of fucking Angela -- as if he wanted Ross to hear them.

But what was worse was the unmistakable sound of his wife in the throes of orgasm -- something that wrenched at his heart like an iron fist!

When they'd finished, Nat came out to the galley and removing the leg of ham from the fridge, he sliced off a large chunk. He turned to Ross and stared at him as he ate -- he was completely naked and Ross looked down at the old man's long, slickened penis and thought that he would vomit in his gag at the sight of it. 

"Told ya that she loved it, didn't I?" Nat stated callously, his mouth full of ham, "AND in any of her tight 'oles too, matie! Fuck she goes orf!"

He stood staring down at him a few moments longer.




Sail to Despair Ch. 02



"I'll keep ya posted, Soft-cock!"

Then Nat turned and disappeared back into the cabin.

* * * * *



Sail to Despair Ch. 03



It was without a doubt one of the longest nights of Ross's life. With the exception of Angela's watch in the early hours, she was 'entertaining' her captor for the better part. And the old bastard seemed insatiable.

On daybreak, she came back out of the cabin wearing the same sarong from the night before. And as she went topside, she completely avoided Ross's scrutineering eyes.

He guessed that Nat must have been finally catching some sleep in the aft cabin.

Ross watched as Angela spoke briefly to Callum who was standing by the wheel. Then she opened up the port cockpit locker and removed a bucket with a lanyard attached -- it was what they used to wash with to conserve fresh water while at sea. 

Angela untied her sarong and poked it in a rope bag -- she was completely naked now and seemed oblivious to young Callum's admiring gaze as she made for the stern. 

There was a trick to filling a bucket with seawater when doing about six knots -- and if you weren't careful, the bucket could drag out of your hand. Angela knew what to do of course --she bent over the lifelines and in the slight eddy below the transom, she quickly filled the bucket. Then turning to face the bow, she poured the contents over herself from head to toe.

And Callum watched her every move with widened eyes.

She soaped herself up with the special soap they had that lathered in saltwater -- working the bar over her methodically. And she watched Callum watching her from less than two metres away.

Ross wasn't sure if his wife was aware that he too was watching her from the semi-darkness of his makeshift prison. Nor was he sure just what she was playing at with the young man either. Had she designs on the boy too now?

Even from where Ross was, he could make out her soaping up her breasts -- and he could see her smile at Callum as she worked the slippery bar down her firm stomach and between her thighs to her pussy -- moments later she turned and slowly ran the soap over her buttocks too, in an almost deliberate attempt to allure her young admirer. 

Then she said something to her closest audience -- he nodded and stepping out of the cockpit, he too made his way to the stern. Bending over in front of him, she placed the bar of soap back in its plastic container and stood back up. Resting a hand on the boy's shoulder, possibly for some balance, she passed him the lanyard to the bucket and spoke softly to him for several moments. He nodded a few times to her instruction, and then he quickly lowered the bucket over the transom and pulled back on it a moment later.

Angela clapped and cheered gleefully while nodding to him.

He raised the bucket above her head and carefully, he poured the contents over her as she used her hands to wash off the soap. Ross was gobsmacked to say the least -- the whole scenario was almost identical to one that they had played out together on numerous occasions in the past -- now here was a youth young enough to be her son assisting her with her morning ablutions! 

Callum refilled the bucket several times and repeatedly poured it over Angela as she turned and writhed beneath the stream of soothing water -- the soap had washed off after the second bucket, but the boy had continued to refill the bucket and pour it over Angela regardless.

Angela spoke to him briefly and he nodded after he emptied the last bucket over her. Standing there dripping in the tropical breeze -- her nipples hardened from the effect of the early morning wind-chill. The boy stood facing her, barely half a metre away, eying her up and down but seeming to not know what to do next...

Then Angela spoke softly to him for a few moments and Ross could see him nod in agreement. It was then that he thought that perhaps his wife was coercing Callum to assist her in something more important than helping her wash.

Ross watched as Callum removed his shorts in front of his wife -- tying them securely to a lifeline so that they wouldn't blow overboard. The boy was now also naked and it didn't come as a surprise to Ross to see the young man's penis begin to swell and thicken!

Now Angela bent over the transom and gathered some water -- and as she reached up to pour the contents over the much-taller youth, he placed his hands around her waist, as if to steady her thoughtfully as Interlude heeled from wave to wave.

With his hands still around her waist, Angela turned and bent over to retrieve the soap -- she hesitated and looked over her shoulder at the young man, quite invitingly it seemed. Callum smiled, and taking the hint, he ran his hands gently over her buttocks. Ross could see that the youth's penis was now near vertical -- and so close to the cleft of his wife's buttocks.

Still bending over, again Angela said something to the boy and he nodded once more. Ross watched in sickening awe as he moved in closer to her. Like a perverted voyeur, he watched as the boy leant against his wife's upturned buttocks -- with the shaft of his cock wedging neatly along her crack until only his bulbous knob was jutting from above her cheeks. 

Angela rested with the palms of her hands on the top of the aft cabin -- and she let the boy wander his hands over her damp body as he pressed into her. He moved both hands up from her firm, round-buttocks, along her sides and beneath her chest -- soon he was fondling a breast in each of his hands, his long, artistic fingers manipulating her hard berry-like nipples...

Helpless to interfere, Ross looked on with growing alarm to say the least -- had he misread her intentions after all?

And then as if reading his mind, Angela turned her head and looked toward the open companionway, her eyes seeking out Ross's from the darkness below. Even though it was most likely that she could see him as well as he could see her, she smiled feebly and mouthed something to him -- it was an unmistakable 'I love you'. Ross instantly felt some reassurance surge thru him. 

Callum released one of her breasts and reached for his penis -- moving back slightly from Angela's butt, he pushed his hard organ downward, while bending his knees to lower himself at the same time. It looked clearly to Ross that the youngster was now intending on screwing his wife also! Surely this wasn't a necessary part of Angela's plan?

But it would appear that it was. Ross watched as Angela shuffled her feet apart and still leaning on her hands, she arched her back inwardly to rotate her pelvis toward Callum invitingly.

She looked back at the boy and said something to him -- again he nodded -- and then she looked toward the companionway to the eyes that she knew would have been watching her...

Callum pushed his penis up and down her swollen pudenda several times -- and looked around guiltily as if to see if anyone was watching them. There was of course, but if the boy was aware of Ross peering up at them from his confinement, he seemed to be obtusely oblivious to the fact at that moment! 

Ross watched in horror as Callum slowly flexed his slim, boyish backside forward a few times -- he was now almost certain the youth had entered his wife! 

Red-faced, Angela looked back toward the companionway briefly -- then she turned her head to Callum and spoke softly again. Ross watched the boy flex his buttocks again and with both of his hands on Angela's buttocks, he pulled her toward his groin firmly and held her there for perhaps ten seconds or so. The boy's face had a look of extreme pleasure upon it as he looked skyward for a moment, and then back toward Angela's buttocks -- obviously pleased with himself so far.

Then the boy began to move his hips back and forth slowly. Angela looked downward for a moment and then stole a glance back toward the companionway. Ross could see that she was biting her lower lip softly as the boy continued with her. Seconds later, she turned her head once again, but this time she looked over the coach-house of the main cabin -- her gaze focussing on something in the distance. Ross could see a look of realisation cross her face. Suddenly, Angela stood upward as best she could with the boy firmly embedded in her and looking off into the distance off the port bow, she pointed excitedly!

"Land-ho!" she cried out clearly. 

But Callum ignored her cry and continued to grip her buttocks with youthful determination now -- pulling her back against himself as he now tried desperately to fuck her some more.

And even from where Ross was sitting, he could hear the boy's almost pathetic plea -- 'would she please let him finish!'

Angela pulled a face at him -- but she bent back over to how she had been moments before sighting land. With her face only a few centimetres from the cabin top and her long, blonde-ringlets flicking in the freshening breeze, she let the boy continue pleasuring himself within her. He pummelled into her rapidly now with short frantic strokes -- selfishly seeking his own release before she changed her mind!

And it didn't take long either -- not much more than another half-minute had passed before he tensed up behind Angela and looking skyward, he boisterously unloaded himself into her. 

Now if it hadn't been bad enough listening to Nat screw his wife for half the night, to actually witness her being reamed from behind like a piece of handy meat was horrifying! Ross now wondered if it was actually a part of Angela's plan to win the boy over to help them -- or if she just didn't care what happened anymore?

He was soon to find out.

* * *

Nat stirred groggily when he heard Angela's cry of land-ho. He looked beside the bed and noticed that the loaded spear-gun was still where he had left it wrapped in its towel and felt relieved. Then he lay on the bed listening and thinking -- he guessed the first of the small islands were not too far off -- Angela had said to him they would make land not long after daybreak. Now, apart from the waves surging past the hull, he could hear shuffling feet just behind the low roof of the cabin. 

He continued to listen to the shuffling and occasional thumping of feet and could just make out Callum's voice a couple of times -- he wasn't too concerned tho -- he knew that the boy had his back. After all he owed him for keeping the sodomites off him when in prison, didn't he.

A minute later he could hear water running onto the deck -- and then he figured it out -- Callum or possibly Angela were having a wash as he'd seen Ross do a couple of times before using a bucket of seawater.

Several minutes passed before he finally rose -- he slipped on his shorts and peered into the main cabin cautiously -- all was in order -- Ross was where he'd been all night. He looked totally pathetic too.

Entering the main cabin, Nat looked over at Ross and smiled, "Yep, she loves it in any hole, matie, any of them pretty holes I gotta tell ya! Taught her a few new tricks too!" he chuckled.

Leaving Ross to struggle uselessly against his bonds, Nat headed topside into the fresh morning air. Angela, standing by the wheel, has her sarong wrapped around her again, only this time it is tied just under her armpits in what appeared to be a belated act of modesty.

"Morning my little bit of crumpet." Nat grinned, "How's that hungry little cunt of yours today?"

Angela looks at him with a docile, almost benign expression on her face, "Its sore, you old bastard! Everything is sore!" 

The breeze picked up a corner of the light material of Angela's sarong and blew it apart -- Nat chuckled to himself to see that she is still naked underneath and with her feet apart for balance, the quick glimpse he got of her swollen and reddened pussy confirmed that she probably was sore too. 

He looked over at Callum putting away the bucket -- Nat can see that both of them have washed as he had suspected.

"Did I 'ear ya say there was land?" Angela nodded and points ahead into the distance. There, a little over five miles away is one of the small volcanic islands Callum had told him about the night before. 

"Beauty! Now 'ere's the plan that me an' Callum 'ave come up with. So as we don't 'ave ta put up with ya miserable, dickless 'usband anymore, we are gonna drop 'im orf on one of them islands today! If he goes 'appily, I'll leave 'im with some food and fishin' line and some stuff so's he don't 'ave ta starve!"

Angela had known about this plan -- Callum had divulged it to her in secret during the change of watch thru the night. She also knew that only some of the islands had permanent water, but wasn't too sure which ones. Indeed her bathing that morning had of course been a blatant attempt to win Callum over to help her -- and although she had intended on letting him touch her, if he felt so inclined -- she hadn't been prepared for him upping the ante to such high-stakes! But if her plan worked out, to screw the young man would have been a minor sacrifice to rid her of the old madman -- and to possibly save her husband's life too! 

She would do it again with the boy in a blink if she had to!

"We should be there in about an hour," Angela said, "Looking at the chart, there's a small beach on the leeward side of the island. We should be able to anchor just off the reef for a short while I guess."

Angela wasn't far off either -- just over an hour later they furled the big genoa and starting the motor, she faced the bow into the breeze and had Callum drop the mainsail into its boom-bag. Then with Callum on the bow to keep an eye out for bommies, she expertly manoeuvred Interlude to a safe spot in about ten metres of water just short of the drop off and dropped the pick. 

"Right, I'm gonna go check the place out first. I don't wanna drop ya pathetic 'usband off on some island that 'as people on it, hey!"

Angela knew there were no permanent people on any of these islands because of the poor anchorages -- but she didn't want to tell Nat that. 

She had Callum assist her to lower the small, flat-bottomed aluminium dinghy from the davits. Angela stepped into the craft and tied the painter to the Interlude's stern cleat. 

Callum watched her checking the fuel and the waterproof, plastic-box that contained some emergency rations and flares. Then after preparing the motor, she bent over to start the little outboard. He grinned to himself -- she seemed not to care in the least that each time she bent to start the outboard her sarong had done little to cover her beautiful buttocks from his admiring gaze!. 

With a few sturdy pulls of the starter cord, the motor fired up in a small cloud of two-stroke smoke and was soon idling nicely. 

Such competence she showed, Callum thought -- and so sexy too.

Taking her hand as she climbed back aboard Interlude, Callum looked down at her tired-looking, but still attractive face, he smiled fondly at her, and as she stood next to him she reciprocated just as warmly. This encouraged Callum to place an arm around her slim waist -- he wanted her to think that he was offering her some support on the gently rocking yacht, but it was more a Freudian slip of possessiveness. For an older woman, he found her absolutely adorable and he naturally wanted more of her.

Now armed with the spear-gun and carrying his old pair of sturdy runners, Nat stepped past Angela and Callum, thru the gate in the lifelines and down cautiously into the waiting dinghy. 

"Hang on a minute!" Nat said, "I think you should come with me Angie! Just ta keep things kosher like! And maybe I'll give ya one of them knee-tremblers ya like so much on land for a change!"

Angela felt herself flushing with some embarrassment at his lewd suggestion, but she had half expected him wanting her to go with him and she was ready with a reasonable response.

"Oh, that is sooo tempting, Lover! But not such a good idea! We're only about fifty metres from the reef. If the wind shifts and Interlude drags her anchor, she'll run aground! I need to stay on board to keep an eye out."

Nat sighed at this unfortunate logic, "Fair enough. Keep an eye on the pair of 'em Callum, or I'll 'ave ya guts for garters! I'll be about an hour, I reckon." 

"I'll be waiting for you," Angela replied in a sweet melodious tone, at the same time she pulled her sarong upward to her stomach with her left hand and with her right, she ran a finger down her slit, briefly drawing her flesh apart. "And sooo will be my lonely, lonely pussy!"

"Hmmm... fucken' nice one, me little slut!" Nat chuckled up at her lewdness, "Gonna enjoy some more of that soon, I can tell ya!" 

Angela felt Callum's fingers around her waist grip her tighter as he drew her closer to his side. The little act of possessiveness was not lost on her, in fact, she felt encouraged by it -- it was what she had wanted. Angela placed an arm around the boy as they watched Nat fumble unsteadily with the painter, and she squeezed him back and knocked her hip into him a couple of times playfully.

Casting off the line, Nat looked up at them both, "Now don't ya go gettin' any designs on me new woman, young fella, she's mine 'till I say otherwise! 'Ere what I'm sayin'?"

Angela felt Callum grip her tightly again as he nodded to the gruff old-man -- she knew he was intimidated by him too.

Nat motored off toward shore, safe in the knowledge that the small dinghy should easily outrun the lumbering yacht should Angela get the better of Callum and try to sail off without him. Then he smiled to himself at the other insurance precaution he'd taken -- sitting in his pocket was a small, yellow float about the size of an egg with Interlude's ignition key attached. That, he'd surmised wisely, would make it far more difficult for them to sail off without him. 

What Nat didn't know was that running the electric anchor winch would drain the battery very quickly without the engine running too -- and with some fifty metres of chain out, it was unlikely the yacht would effectively weigh anchor at all! His foresight in taking the key at the last minute was a comfortingly wise one indeed. 

For about two hundred metres, Nat motored over the shallow reef, in places it was too shallow for the dinghy to pass, so standing up to see better, he would negotiate the occasional small break in the coral and the patches of narrow, sandy channels in the colourful, fish-abundant coral labyrinth. Soon he was dragging the dinghy up onto a beach made up of coarse sand and broken coral fragments, polished smooth by the countless waves that normally rolled ashore.

Nat looked back at Interlude -- all seemed in order. He was now more than happy to have some solid, unmoving ground under his feet too. Heading off, Nat wandered into the interior of the island thru the scrubby foreshore -- then he walked for several hundred metres each way along the beach, keeping an eye out on the yacht at all times, Soon he was satisfied that apart from some flotsam and jetsam of man-made origin, the island appeared to be uninhabited. And although he hadn't spotted any freshwater, the place would certainly do to dump off Ross, he concluded. 

Turning back in the direction of the dinghy, Nat thought of Angela and smiled to himself knowingly. He pictured her standing next to Callum earlier and rubbing her swollen pussy at him as he sat in the dinghy and he could feel his cock stir once again. Without doubt she was the best piece of tail that he could remember having -- and he'd had a few in his early years! 

Then he thought of a further humiliation he could act out on her husband before he marooned him -- and his cock swelled some more. He'd decided that once back on the yacht, he would drag Ross up onto the deck of the yacht and make a show of fucking his wife in front of him -- he'd make him watch as he rammed his slug into her the way he knew she liked it! Maybe he'd do her from behind as she lent on her husband's knees? Then the limp-dick could watch her face up close as he shot a load inside her cervix again. Nat smiled at the thought and sniggered to himself. And then he'd just throw him overboard -- the fucker could just swim ashore while Angela licked his pole clean! That should give the cuckolded uppity prick something to think about for a while, he smiled whimsically.




Sail to Despair Ch. 03



It had been about an hour after he had landed, and as he was making his way back to the dinghy, he noticed that the small craft was a lot further up the beach than where he had left it! Alarmed, Nat ran toward it and soon realised what had happened -- the tide had gone out! He looked out toward Interlude and was horrified to see that much of the shallow reef that he had passed over earlier was now exposed!

"For fuck-sake!" he bellowed, "What now?" 

His head was spinning -- just what was it about tides again? Was it every six hours they cycled?

* * *

Angela had sat on the combing of the cockpit with a pair of binoculars watching Nat as traipsed around the island -- she knew that the timing was critical. Hours earlier she had calculated the tides for the island group -- if they had anchored any later she knew it would've been too late to go ashore and Nat would have seen the pitfall of landing on the island during the ebbing tide -- and of course, arriving too soon would have given Nat a chance to return before the reef became exposed. 

Yes, the timing had been good, as well as a handy bit of luck too at last. Now she chuckled softly to herself -- Nat wouldn't be going anywhere for hours and by then they should be long-gone! And if Nat was smart, he wouldn't try to chase them in the dinghy either -- a six hour head-start would put them miles away and he would definitely run out of fuel before then. No, the smart move would be to use the signalling mirror in the dinghy's emergency box to attract any shipping that passed nearby in the days to come -- it also wasn't uncommon for fishing boats to frequent the reefs surrounding the islands on more than the odd occasion too. Angela surmised a little disdainfully that he'd probably be someone else's problem before too long! 

She turned and looked at Callum, "Well, it's worked. Are you going to stick to your part of the bargain too now?"

Callum looked from Angela and then back to the companionway -- Ross was still tied-up down below -- Callum had wanted to see if Angela's plan worked before he committed himself to the complete betrayal of his jailbird friend. 

"And you won't give me up to the authorities?" Callum asked.

"You have my word."

"Can I hold you again first?"

Angela looked toward the shoreline -- she could hear Nat on shore swearing and cursing his misfortune and she smiled inwardly. Then she turned and looked up at Callum -- he was a biggish sort of lad and she knew that he could overpower her easily if need be -- she knew that he was so close to capitulation -- but she had to be certain; she had to put some more icing on the cake.

"You can hold me again if you like, Callum," Angela said softly.

"And later... Can I sketch you some more?"

Angela cocked her head to one side at his childlike request and smiled, "Why, of course."

Callum sniffed briefly and then added, "I want you to pose for me naked... without your husband watching us..."

She raised her eyebrows at this further detail -- not so childlike after all!

"I... I think we should be able to manage that too," she sighed softly.

Callum smiled wistfully at her affirmation -- he had some very imaginative poses in mind for her -- it was going to be something he would enjoy immensely.

They looked at each other quietly for a few moments, and then Angela stood up from the combing and stepped toward Callum. He opened his arms, drawing her toward him and she placed her arms around his shoulders and held him close. 

"Thankyou for helping me," she whispered into his ear.

He looked into her eyes and lent forward until their lips touched -- it was the first time she had been kissed in many, many days. Her lips parted willingly as his tongue probed her mouth -- and such was the relief she felt at ridding herself of the belligerent Nat, that she kissed Callum back just as passionately...

Soon, his hands explored her nakedness underneath the thin sarong and he cupped her breasts, tweaking her hardening nipples -- and their lips didn't part. Angela explored his youthful body with her own hands -- his chest felt nice pressing against hers -- smooth and hairless, like how all the young men prefer it these days, she thought. Soon, he was cupping a cheek of her buttocks in each of his hands -- slowly grinding her firm flesh with increasing pressure as he drew her groin against his hardening cock.

Angela ran her hands toward the front of his shorts and deftly undid the button and Velcro fly -- drawing out his hot penis; she felt it swell in her diminutive hand. He kissed her harder now, as she stroked his length and ran her thumb over his sensitive glans. Then she pushed his cockhead down toward her naked pussy and shuffled her feet apart -- he was so much taller than she was and she felt him bend his knees in a bid to make better contact with her.

But he was still far too tall for her -- and all she managed with her urgent fumbling was to make him wince slightly as she bent his engorged cock down at a painfully acute angle. Even so, for several moments he rubbed his cockhead awkwardly against her moistened slit...

Not to be beaten, he manoeuvred Angela around the cockpit until the back of her legs were against the low top of the aft cabin. She knew what he was doing and allowed him to shuffle her buttocks up onto the cabin until her small feet were raised up from the cockpit sole. The height was now was almost perfect. 

Their lips broke apart for a moment and Callum spoke softly in her ear, "So I can screw you again too?"

Angela looked up into his eyes -- she could clearly see his lust for her. She was still gripping his cock and stroking it gently -- only a few centimetres from her puffy labia. 

"Not now..." she whispered in his ear, "Let's release my husband and get underway again first... The sooner the island and that bastard are astern of us the better!"

"Please Angela, just a quick one?" the boy asked, his growing frustration sounding ominous, "You... you want me to help, don't you?"

Releasing he penis, Angela scowled back at him instantly -- the youngster was effectively blackmailing her now! But almost just as quick, she softened her resolve. They hadn't gotten away just yet -- and the boy, as innocently-appealing as he may appear to be to her, could still decide not betray Nat -- he could still overpower her and have sex with her regardless, and then wait for Nat to return!

"Okay then... Just a quick one..." she said, "And then we go. Okay?"

The youth nodded at her, "Sure! It'll be just a quickie... I promise..."

Angela lay back on her elbows and drew her feet up onto the cabin top either side of Callum's hips as her sarong fell open to expose her nakedness underneath.

"And then we go... Okay? You just do me and we go!"

"I'll be quick... Don't worry... I'm almost coming just looking at you! And then we'll go...I promise..."

Callum wasted no time -- to him, her plump, wet-pussy beckoned him and he quickly positioned himself between her raised thighs. He pushed his cockhead down to her slit and worked his round, plum-like knob up and down her flesh for several seconds, effectively opening her still-puffy inner-labia -- and then he flexed forward...

Angela closed her eyes and screwed her face up as he began to enter her -- although the boy didn't have an overly large cock when compared to Nat's, she was quite tender from her night with the madman. She did have to admit that the boy did have an unusually large round knob -- and she felt herself stretch as his cockhead popped past her hymenal ring.

Callum interpreted her momentary discomfort as a sign that his cock was more than she was used to.

"Am... am I hurting you?" he asked thoughtfully, as he slowly moved.

"Hmmm... I'll be okay... Just... just make it a quick one tho... okay..." 

With the back of her thighs against his abdomen, Callum gripped her legs and began to screw her with increasing tempo -- he knew it wouldn't take long... 

"Ughh... ughh...yeah... good job... mmm... tha's nice... ooh yeah... give it to me..." Angela moaned, partly to encourage him to come quickly, but also partly because his youthful cock did actually feel quite nice inside of her too! At the angle he was fucking her, his big knob was doing some wonderful things inside of her.

Angela undid the small knot of her sarong under her armpit and let the garment fall open, "Play... play with my nipples too... mmm... ughh... ughh... Tha's it... Pull on 'em... Argh... gawd... argh... yesss... Good boy... yesss... quickly... quickly... Give it to me...faster... umph... umph..."

Callum heard it first -- a sound coming from toward shore -- and he stopped fucking Angela in mid-stroke with a look of alarm crossing his face!

"Why have you stopped? Mmm... have you come already? Have you?"

"No! Look... look over there, Angela!" 

Angela turned her head toward shore and couldn't believe her eyes -- that recalcitrant old bastard was nearly halfway across the reef dragging the shallow-draft dinghy behind him! She'd forgotten that he'd taken his sturdy old runners with him -- and it was quite obvious that the shoes were doing their bit to protect his feet from the sharp coral!

"Quick, get off me Callum!" Angela cried.

Callum looked from Angela to the direction of Nat and back to Angela again -- he knew he was about to come. Surely there was time!

"I want to finish! Can't I finish first?" he said somewhat petulantly, like a spoiled little boy. 

"Nooo! You can finish later!" Angela scolded in a motherly tone.

Callum still gripped her firmly, "But do you promise?"

"I promise...I promise..." she assured him, "We have to go! He could be here before we raise the anchor at the rate he's going!"

Callum allowed himself to be pushed back from Angela and he felt the coolish mid-morning air caress his slickened shaft as it popped out of her. He stood almost stupefied as he watched Angela got up from the cabin top, and leaving her sarong behind, she rushed naked down below to release her husband at long last.

Angela grabbed the boat knife from under the companionway and went forward to her bound husband and quickly and efficiently sliced thru his bonds. 

"We have to move quickly Ross," she said to him, as he pulled down his gag with his bloodied and swollen hands.

But Ross had been tied up for so long that his legs were numb from lack of circulation -- and his shoulders had been cramping painfully for hours too -- he could barely move!

"Ange... he... he... fuck... Ange, he... he took the key to the engine!" Ross stammered.

Angela looked back at her husband in disbelief -- and then turning toward the nav' station, she could see that the ignition key was indeed missing!

"Nooo!" she cried, as she thrust her face into her shaking hands.

"Ange... The safe... There's a spare key in the safe remember!" Ross said with an unusually cool tone in an effort to sooth her escalating panic.

Yes of course, Angela thought to herself, the safe! It was where they kept their travel documents and other valuables -- included the spare keys!

Quickly she made her way into the aft cabin -- the small area still smelt of stale sex from the cum-encrusted sheets and bedding from the night before. She threw off the mattress and opened up the locker to give her access to the small, sturdy safe -- now for the combination...

"What was it again?" she murmured to herself.

"Angela, Nat's only about fifty metres or so from the edge of the reef!" Callum called from above.

Angela's fingers fumbled with the combination -- twice she thought that she'd had it.

"Ross, what am I doing wrong? What's the combination again?" 

She heard a noise behind her, and turned to see that Ross had half dragged, half staggered himself into the cabin -- he looked terrible, she thought.

"Same as the anniversary of when we met... Remember?" he said.

"I've... I've forgotten! Tell me please!"

"The fifteenth of January, 1988. The night I took you in the light of a full-moon in the park after our mutual friends' wedding..." Ross said flatly, somewhat disappointed that she'd forgotten.

"Hurry Angela, I can actually hear Nat now! And he sounds pissed right off!" Callum called down the companionway.

With trembling fingers, Angela punched in the code once again and tried the handle. The safe opened! Pulling things out in disarray, she found the spare key and turned for the cabin door, hesitating a moment as she stepped over the semi-prostrate form of her husband in her haste.

With a foot either side of him, she caught him look up at her nudity, his head only about thirty centimetres from her swollen pudenda.

"Ange... can you put something on please... please?" Ross asked.

"Ross, don't be so pathetic! Wasting time to cover up my nudity will fade into insignificance if that old bastard gets hold of me again!" she said to him clearly and concisely. 

Angela left Ross in the aft cabin and bending over, she rushed back toward the nav' station down the low narrow passageway. With fumbling fingers, she finally inserted the key and turned it -- and then she pressed the black-rubberised start-button and the Yanmah fired immediately to her immense relief!

Angela made her way up the companionway steps and back into the cockpit and looked over toward the determined madman half-dragging the dinghy behind him. He didn't have far to go!

"Bitch! Don't you do anything fucken stupid now!" Nat bellowed from about eighty metres away, "I'll fucken cut ya limp-dicked 'usband in ta little pieces an' feed 'im to the sharks if ya try an' fuck orf on me!"

It was obvious to Angela that Nat could now hear the engine running, which would account for his now almost desperate and reckless attempt to clear the coral he was marching over.

"Callum, go forward and keep an eye out on the direction of the anchor chain as I winch it in," Angela commanded, "I want you to point in the direction it lays for me so we don't get it tangled around any rocks down below!"

Standing by the wheel, Angela slipped the Morse-control forward and felt Interlude edge ahead. She looked down the companionway to see her husband gripping the steps forlornly, holding a pair of bikini bottoms out for her -- but she ignored his trivial offer with growing contempt.

"I hope you and Callum did a good job on that winch yesterday!" she said as she pressed the winch remote button on the steering pedestal.

"It's coming up!" Callum cried from the foredeck back to Angela.

Nat bellowed again, "Callum ya young prick, I'll make ya eat ya own fucken cock it ya don't fucken stop 'em right now!" 

Slowly but surely, Angela raised the anchor without a hitch -- it was not always that easy, she knew from past experience, sometimes Ross would have to dive to untangle the chain from a rock or two if they had swung thru the night -- they'd been lucky not to have moved since laying it out just over an hour or so ago.

"The anchor's clear!" Callum called excitedly. 

Angela pushed the control down further now until they were doing about two knots -- carefully and expertly, she swung the yacht away from the jagged reef and made for the open sea. She knew that they were not safe yet -- Interlude's maximum speed under motor was only about six knots and the dinghy could do twice that!

She looked back toward Nat to see him stepping into the dinghy -- it appeared that he finally had enough water underneath him to try and start the motor!

Callum came back into the cockpit and he placed a protective arm around Angela, "I'm committed now, Angela, aren't I? Have you any other weapons?"

"Nothing! We only had the spear-gun!" Angela looked at him again briefly and noticed that he'd picked up her sarong from the cockpit sole. Both of her men seemed to want her to dress it seemed! She stood with her legs parted for stability as the boy wrapped the garment around her waist like a skirt, leaving her breasts exposed. And if she cared at that moment, she didn't show it in the slightest.

With her heart pounding in her chest like she'd run up ten flights of stairs, she felt the boy's hand rest on her waist in an obvious bid to comfort her. She didn't mind. Then pushing the Morse-control down to maximum revs, the yacht slowly picked up speed and finally they began to put some distance between them and Nat, as he pulled frantically on the outboard's starter cord.

"Looks like he's having some trouble starting the motor," Callum observed drily.

"Can be a bit tricky... I bet he's flooded it!" Angela said wishfully, "Now I want you to get the sails ready... We can sail faster than motor on a day like today!"

Callum gave her a quick peck on the lips, and turned to see Ross looking up at him almost blankly before feigning a feeble smile at him. Suddenly Callum wondered if Ross was planning on any retribution -- he trusted Angela of course, but wasn't so sure about her husband tho, especially after what he'd been forced to endure the last twenty-four hours.

Then Callum turned his head back toward Angela briefly and took in her almost elegant poise at the wheel -- she looked the epitome of what he imagined to be a sailor's perfect dream at that moment. From the ringlets of her long, blonde-hair blowing back over her tanned shoulders to her delicately, small-feet with their red-painted nails -- and with the sarong her only covering, as it hung loosely from the curves of her womanly hips, he smiled at the way her small, but shapely-breasts jiggled slightly each time she turned the wheel and corrected the coarse -- her large, brown-nipples, with their puckered areolas, seemed to be in an almost constant state of arousal too, and he could just imagine them pierced with a gold barbell in each, holding them out tantalisingly...

She was never more beautiful to him than at that moment. 

Then suddenly, over Angela's right shoulder, something in the distance caught Callum's eye -- he was almost certain he'd just seen Nat fall backward in the dinghy. He focussed intently on the tattooed figure as he stood back up -- and Callum could see that he was holding something in his hand as he waved it about frantically as the small dinghy rocked from side to side precariously.

"Oh shit!" Callum exclaimed excitedly as he pointed toward Nat, "It looks like the starter cord has just broken!"

Ross looked up at them from the companionway steps; "Busted has it? Been meaning to fix that!" he said laconically, but with an obvious tone of relief, "Was going to be today's job...If I hadn't been waylaid yesterday of course... It's a bugger of a thing to fix without tools too!"

Angela turned to confirm what Callum had just witnessed. Smiling with instantly renewed vigour, she turned back to Callum and reaching for his hand, she drew him toward her and kissed him deeply -- then pulling away, she looked adoringly into the boy's eyes, "I think we'll be okay now... Go run the main up would you, I'll head us to wind."

"Hey! What about me?" Ross asked in a slighted tone.

Angela looked down at her husband forlornly -- she could only imagine what was going thru his mind after the turmoil of what he'd also been forced to endure. Just what did he think of her now after her night of abuse and Nat's crude descriptions of pleasuring her? Had she seemed a willing participant to him in the end? And of course, just what did he think of her after effectively seducing Callum and ratifying the deal to have the boy help them? He'd always been such a jealously, possessive-husband in the past -- how would he feel now about his tainted wife? 

"Callum, take the wheel for a moment please, just hold the present course of 330 degrees."

Angela stepped toward the companionway and kneeled down to look directly into her husband's tormented eyes -- she gently placed her hand behind his battered and swollen head and leaning closer, she kissed him briefly on his dry and cracked lips.




Sail to Despair Ch. 03



"I love you Ross," she whispered softly in his ear, "Please don't be jealous."

He smiled reassuringly to her, "I know you do... And I love you too... I'll be okay with it."

Angela returned to the helm and slapped Callum on the buttocks playfully to hurry him up toward the mast -- and looking back down at her husband she reflected wistfully on his words -- just what was it he going to be okay with, she wondered to herself?

Soon the main was up and the big genoa was unfurled. Ever diligently, Angela trimmed the sails for course and shut the engine down and within minutes they were heeling to port once again and reaching along at just under seven knots in a slight sea. Regularly checking their progress as they pulled away from the island, she felt a growing exhilaration as Nat and the dinghy became just a small speck against the backdrop of the remote island... 

Feeling safe at last, she looked off into the distance ahead while she continued to steer manually -- with her sarong blowing back carefree around her hips and the breeze caressing her tender and abused pussy nicely.

She listened to Callum and Ross talking down below as the younger man dressed her husband's wounds and then she felt the niggling fingers of remorse creep into her soul as she thought of what she had done to save them both...

But as horrible and, at times, cruelly-dominating the old man had been to her, she knew that he was right about one thing -- it would indeed seem that she had become rather fond of big, brutish cocks after all! It hadn't been all pain and suffering and she knew that she should feel guiltier than she did...

Then she thought of Callum. He was really such a lovely boy. Her husband had been right about him too. She now knew that he would not only make good crew -- at least until her husband made a full recovery -- but he could also assist her with her other 'needs.'

She closed her eyes and smiled inwardly -- so far Ross hadn't said a word about her and the boy -- although it was obvious that he knew of their recent unfulfilled intimacy. Perhaps he would be okay with it, she wondered? Like how he now seemed to be okay with her near-nudity around the boy? 

Angela looked down below and caught Callum smiling up at her, and she smiled back. With his back to Ross for a moment, she read the boy's lips as he silently said something to her; she didn't have to be an expert lip-reader to know what he was trying to say -- he wanted to fuck her again, and soon! She smiled once more and felt her nipples harden at his boldness, and raising her eyebrow, she slowly and silently mouthed 'maybe tonight' to him. 

Then with a look of almost serenity upon her face, she focused back on the horizon and the pangs of guilt she had felt minutes before gradually subsided. She now realised that with Nat's 'lessons' in the last twenty four hours she had indeed learnt something new about herself. 

She was now looking forward to posing for Callum again -- and the thought made her pussy tingle with anticipation. 

"Callum my sweet, when you've done mending my husband, would you mind bringing up my sunglasses... oh... and the sunscreen too please? I'd like you to rub some over my back and shoulders while I steer for a bit longer..."

Angela wasn't going to be pushed around anymore -- if she decided that she wanted to sleep with the boy then she just jolly-well would! Things had changed and Ross would just have to accept it. And while they were at sea, no one else need know -- and in port, the boy would merely be their crew to anyone observing.

"Ross, I think you should go lay down in our cabin and rest for a few hours," Angela called below, "Callum can keep me company for a while now... He wants to do some more sketches of me too... I'll come down to you later and we can talk about a few things..."

Angela was now looking forward to the remainder of their sailing holiday -- she felt that her long sexual El Niño was about to become a far more pleasant La Niña. And if she tired of the boy -- or he of her -- then there were always eager young adventurers in the marinas and sailing clubs looking for crewing positions.

Smiling to herself, Angela could feel her already heightened-lust increasing at the wicked thought -- inadvertently, it would seem that the dirty old-bastard may have actually set her free!

* * * * *

Dear reader, if you made it this far with my little tale, I wish to thankyou. You may be interested in a story I wrote under another name several years ago that featured Angela in first person -- it's titled; "Sailing to Pleasure Island" -- by coops181.



Sail to Despair



"Nat!" Angela growled, as she looked up at the vacant look on the old man's face while he continued to stare back down at her, "Nat...off you go please," she said again, placing her right hand over her breasts in a belated attempt at modesty.

Nat grunted and shook his head as if waking from a trance, "Erm... yeah, okay... okay."

Angela leaned toward the centre of the boat just as Nat stepped past her, his knee brushing against her shoulder lightly. Once he was behind her and back in the cockpit with her husband, Angela straightened back up and lowered her right hand – her breasts were now in full view of the young artist for the first time and a tingle of excitement fluttered in the pit of her stomach at her bold exposure to the handsome young man.

But even to Callum, Angela's breasts looked divine! Although not large by any stretch of the imagination, what they lacked in size, they made up for in shape and obvious firmness. And with her resting back on her arms the two deliciously-rounded orbs barely sagged at all – and to think she was twenty years or more his senior too! 

He gulped a couple of times as she sat posing, her back dead straight and her small hands resting on her thighs – she seemed to be purposely holding her shoulders back and taking deep breaths every few seconds as she slowly ran the glistening tip of her tongue over a part of her top lip... 

And there was no denying it – there was something about Angela that he found increasingly attractive.

Snapping out of it, Callum looked back down at her breasts with an artistic eye and took in every detail – and as he studied her, he witnessed her brown nipples swell quite rapidly until they resembled large berries, possibly some fifteen millimetres in diameter and quite easily just as long! He noted they had a flattened appearance on the tips where they each had a small indent... And where they sat on her areoles, their diameter was smaller – they were just begging to be plucked – or so he thought to himself!

He was going to enjoy adding the detail to his sketch.

"Ah, Angela... would you mind taking up the pose again please?" Callum asked her huskily.

Angela smiled at the youth and lent back again to resume her former posture – only this time as she drew her knees up, she relaxed and let her right knee fall to one side...

"Is this okay?" Angela asked demurely.

Callum blinked a couple of times involuntarily as he looked over at his subject – from what he could see now he was more that satisfied that he could finish not only the upper body portrait, but because of the way in which her bikini bottoms had now ridden up her cleft, the full-length sketch was going to benefit from some added detail too! 

* * *

Well-over an hour later Angela finally rose from posing and turned to face her husband who was laying back reading a book – the autopilot engaged. She was thankful that the old perve Nat was nowhere to be seen – it would appear that he'd lost interest in what was going on upon the foredeck and had gone down below to sleep.

"Hey Honey, he's finished!" Angela called out as she made her way back to the cockpit.

Ross looked up at his wife and smiled – she looked so at ease standing there topless in front of him that he said nothing to the contrary.

"Gee those bottoms are a bit on the rude side, Ange!" Ross commented.

"I know! I think they might actually be a bit too small... maybe?" Angela whispered incredulously, as she peered down at them, pulling a face of mock alarm, "They keep riding up... I think you can pretty much see my lips!"

Ross rolled his eyes and shook his head – she was quite right of course – there was more than just a glimpse of her hairless and noticeably-puffy outer-labia peeking out from the bikini!

"So how'd the young fellow go then?"

"Oh... I guess he could see it all too!" she sighed, shaking her head and rolling her eyes skyward as she attempted to draw the minuscule garment back over her pudenda.

"Hmmm... Right... No, I meant with the portrait?"

As if on cue, Callum stepped into the cockpit and sat down. He looked pooped – windblown, sunburnt and thirsty.

Angela smiled at Callum and quickly stood next to him, sidling up close to the youth and resting her arm casually upon his bare shoulder – she'd made no attempt to cover her breasts and there was an unmistakable look of almost motherly adoration as Callum offered Ross the large sketchpad.

"Crikey! This is bloody brilliant young man!" Ross cried out as he looked at the close up image of his wife, "And it is definitely good enough to have professionally framed!"

Ross carefully folded back the pad and looked down at the second image – the full-length portrait.

"Shit mate, amazing stuff... Not too sure I'll be able to put this up on the wall at home though," Ross said, "Pretty much erotica isn't it?"

Callum had of course completed it as a nude as he'd intended – he'd managed to capture Angela in a different light to that of the topless portrait – that is to say, in the full-length image, Angela's pose looked as if she was about to receive a lover – her lips were slightly parted and her eyes looked directly at you in a sultry manner.

But it was the detail of her nudity that was even more magnificent...

Not only had Callum taken artistic licence in omitting her bikini bottoms, but he had drawn her legs so that her knees were raised and spread apart, her small feet appeared to be resting so that her soles faced one another and your eye was drawn inexplicably to her engorged pudenda that seemed to beckon a waiting lover.

Ross looked at the full-nude in awe – the detail of Angela's hairless vulva was almost picture-perfect. Again some artistic licence showed her inner labia to be larger than what they actually were, and he could just make out what he took to be her clitoral hood peeled back and her nub of erectile tissue almost beckoning to be touched – it too was a little more pronounced than in reality. And he'd drawn her mons veneris without a hair on it, when in actual fact she had a very small strip of manicured pubic hair there, no wider than her ring finger...

In Ross's mind, the youth had captured Angela's inner beauty in the more tasteful upper-body portrait – and even though he had managed a perfect rendition of her breasts and nipples, he was serious about wanting to frame it for his study wall.

On the other hand – the full-frontal was something a young man may masturbate over.

Ross closed the large sketchpad and looked back at Callum, "Yep, very nice job, Callum, very nice indeed... thankyou."

Angela seemed to be leaning against the young man now, and his right arm was around her waist and resting on her hip with his thumb hooked into the narrow band of her bikini. Her bikini had shifted again – and if she wasn't oblivious to it, she was certainly nonchalant that her groin was now mere centimetres away from the side of the young man's face... 

If he turned his head toward her, his nose would have just about touched what he had so carefully drawn minus the bikini!

"Honey, perhaps you should wrap your sarong around you now?" Ross suggested, as he handed the sketchpad back to Callum, "I think your modelling is over now, don't you think?"

"Oh Ross, what's it matter now? Seriously?" Angela shot back defensively, narrowing her eyes and pouting with feigned petulance.

"I'll be going forward to fix the anchor winch soon. Honey, I don't think you should be back here like that for too much longer... Nat could stick his head back up at any minute!"

Angela knew Ross had a point of course, and almost begrudgingly, she broke from Callum's grip and withdrew her sarong that was rolled up inside the port rope bag. 

Callum watched her as she unravelled the sarong with her back to him – it was the first time he'd had a good look at Angela's butt – and he noticed that her bikini afforded her about as much modesty from the rear as from the front. 

Nice rounded bum, he thought, not skinny and flat like a young woman's – no, Angela's unblemished butt was full and provocatively shapely... 

He took a few mental pictures of it, just as she wrapped the short, colourful sarong around her body just beneath her armpits. Callum vividly imagined sketching her while she knelt down with her bum in the air – minus her bikini of course. He could imagine her laying with her face on her arms as she pro-offered her naked butt to her lover as he moved in behind her – and he could clearly see her distended pudenda glistening with her juices in anticipation – her smooth flowering petals peeled back in all their glory – bright pink and beckoning – ready to draw in her lover's long, thick shaft... 

Yes, he'd like to sketch her like that, he smiled inwardly.

Angela turned back around toward him just as she finished tying the sarong. She smiled and shrugged her shoulders as if to say that her capitulation to her husband's request seemed all a bit silly now. 

Only moments from his own lewd thoughts of her, he smiled back with strained innocence – in his mind she now looked just as sexy in the cheap, partially transparent wrap as moments before... and he felt a growing fondness for the older woman.

"Ange, it's going to be dark soon, you'll be on the second watch at 2100 hours," Ross said as he made his way forward with his small toolbox, "Maybe you should get some sleep."

Angela watched her husband move down to the bow and clip on his harness as he sat down to work on the recalcitrant winch with his back to the stern.

Resting her hands on her hips, Angela wiggled her butt from side to side and softly mimicked her husband. "Put some clothes on... Get some sleep! Christ, Callum, anyone would think he was talking to a child!"

Callum chuckled, "You certainly don't look like a child, Angela."

"Thanks young man, I like you more and more," she said with a lilting tone, "Perhaps you would like to keep me company this evening during my three hour watch?"

"Sure!" Callum said without hesitation, "But what would I have to do? I'm not much good with boats you know."

"Oh, don't worry Pet, Interlude practically sails herself!" Angela said as she stepped toward the companionway, "Autopilot on, we might have to trim the sails a few times and then pretty much just monitor our progress in the Log... Stuff like our speed, course and position every hour... Oh, and we keep a lookout for ships too... All pretty easy peasy!"

"No worries then Ange, I'll look forward to it."

"I'm getting something to eat and drink Pet, would you like something too? A beer and a sandwich maybe?"

"You've won me!" Callum exhaled sharply as he watched Angela disappear down below – yes, he was becoming truly smitten.

"Hey Callum, would you come up here for a bit please?" Ross called back, "I need you to hold something for me."

Callum sighed – it was the last thing he wanted to do. "Yep, okay, coming!" he called out. He hopped up and stuck his head in the companionway opening, "Gotta help your husband, back soon."

Angela smiled back at him, "Okie dokie, Sweetie. Careful the grouch doesn't bite you!"

* * *

Nat had been sleeping on the leeward settee – the rattling in the galley had woken him and he tilted his head up and looked back toward the sound. Angela. He sniggered to himself as he watched her busy herself making sandwiches. She'd wrapped her sarong back around herself he noted – but this time it was up under her armpits like a dress, not like a skirt which was how he'd seen her in it before. The frilly edge of the material came to just below her buttocks – he wondered if she was still wearing the little black bikini under it.

"Gonna make me one too, Sugar?"

"Oh Christ! You gave me a fright, Nat, I thought you were asleep!"

"Yeah, was... You woke me ya noisy bitch!" he chuckled.

"Well, Nathaniel, if you talk to me like that again, I definitely won't make you anything!"

"Nathaniel, hey? Smart-arse bitch, aren't ya?" he said in a jesting tone, "Who told ya that? Fuckin' young Callum the cocksucker, I bet?" 

Nat swung his legs off the settee and stood up a little shakily – he still wasn't quite used to the motion of the boat when he was down below – actually made him feel a little queasy at times.

He made audible chewing noises as he took a few steps to the galley. "Gis a look at one of them sangas, Luv," he said as he came up behind Angela.

"Go away, Nat, wait until I'm finished would you!" Angela growled as he reached around her to grab one of the ham and pickle sandwiches.

Nat stood close behind her as he stuffed the sandwich in his mouth, "Where're the other two?"

"They're on the foredeck working on the anchor winch," Angela stated.

The galley was to port, so that whilst they were on starboard tack, it was to leeward – Angela could sense the old man slowly moving closer to her with the motion of Interlude until he was actually pressing against her from behind.

"Nathanial, would you please give me some room, I'm trying to make sandwiches here!"

"Orr fuck orf, Angie, let an ol' fella rest a minute would ya?" Nat said, making no attempt to move away as he finished his sandwich. 

"So how'd the young fella go with ya picture? All done? Get the details of ya pretty titties okay?"

"Yes, he did a good job, Nat, now please give me some room!"

"I wouldn't mind havin' another peek at your titties, Luv... Reckon it'll be okay?" Nat asked gruffly as he placed his hands around her slim waist.

"Nat, cut it out, please!" Angela growled with a tone of increasing annoyance. 

"Tell ya what, even better than a look, lemme 'ave a feel of them puppies instead," he whispered into her ear as his hands crept around the front of her waist and began to move up her stomach toward her breasts.

"You dirty old bastard, get your hands off me!" Angela cried a little louder as she dropped the breadknife and tried to force his hands away with hers.

"Listen, if ya raise ya fucken voice again, I'm gonna smack ya in that pretty gob of yours!" Nat threatened venomously, "And if you wanna scream an' carry on and that fuckin' dickless 'usband of yours comes back 'ere to check out what all the commotion is about, he might just find 'imself swimmin' with the sharks with a spear outta his own spear-gun stuck in 'is guts! Ya got me loud an' clear?"

Angela froze on the spot – suddenly petrified! He seemed to have changed in an instant – was he a total lunatic or something, she wondered? Her heart racing, a dozen flight or fight scenarios went thru her head – the serrated breadknife was now on the sole of the galley by her feet – a small paring knife was within reach but she wasn't confident that she would be able to inflict much of an injury with it on the fit, wiry old man. And if she screamed for Ross, maybe he would carry out his threat – armed with the small spear-gun he would certainly have the advantage...

Angela loosened her tenacious grip on Nat's hands – what choice did she have at that moment, "Oh gawd, Nat, you're incorrigible! Just a quick feel, alright?"

"That's me girl," Nat chuckled, a moderate tone returning to voice, "That's me girl..."

Nat moved his hands upwards in one fluid motion – and Angela grimaced as she felt his gnarly fingers squeezing and rubbing her flesh thru the thin material of her sarong. He worked on her breasts with obvious relish for probably a minute or so – and all the time his face was close to hers as he sniffed her noisily, drawing in her scent and whispering his dirty thoughts.

"Okay, Nat, you've had your fun now... Let me go please," Angela said clearly, trying to sound assertive.

"Fuck orf! I'm jus' gettin' started!" he whispered into her ear, "Ya feel that sticking in ya back don't ya? That's me ol' fella... you've made me 'ard as a fuckin' rock!"

Angela could feel it too – and she closed her eyes at the horrible realisation of what the old man most likely intended on doing to her – her only hope was that either Callum or Ross came back unexpectedly and perhaps used a winch handle to knock the old bastard out before he could get to the spear-gun that lay next to the settee he'd been sleeping on!

"Why are you doing this to me, Nat? We've been good to you... We rescued you... You could have died out there had we not found you! Haven't we treated you well? Why?"

"Coz you're a fuckin' cockteasin' bitch aren't ya... Gettin' around in ya skimpy little bikini... Ya cunt just about hanging a sign out that says 'fuck me boys!'" Nat growled caustically.

"Nat, that's not true... Just because a woman dresses provocatively, it doesn't mean she's making herself available to any man with an erection!" she pleaded.

"Yeah, that's what ya think, hey?" 

Nat slipped a hand inside the overlap of her sarong and ran his hand over her quivering flesh until he found her nipple and Angela could feel the tears well-up in her eyes at the coarse touch of his fingers on her sensitive flesh...

"Oh gawd... Careful, Nat... you're hurting me!" Angela cried as she felt her nipple being rolled and pulled between his thumb and fingers, just as his other hand edged down toward her stomach again.

"Nice, Angie... They look good... Feel good... And I'm guessin' they taste fuckin' good too!"

Angela stood trembling with her hands on the edge of the galley bench as the old man fondled her – resistance seemed futile at that moment – it was obvious to her that he was not going to be satisfied with playing with her breasts and when she felt his hand move down over her stomach, she knew what would be next...

Nat ran his fingers along the band of her bikini for several moments, savouring the moment of her capitulation – then he slid his fingers down the front of the tiny garment, feeling the seam where it divided her flesh – feeling the warmth and the dampness...

"Okay...Open ya fucken legs for me... Like ya did up on the deck earlier on when me foot was between 'em..." he growled into her ear, "Yeah, you know what I'm talkin' about..."

Angela stood firm – but more like a rabbit caught in the beam of a hunter's spotlight than in an act of defiance. So Nat forced a foot between her ankles and kicked her legs apart some thirty centimetres or so – now his fingers were able to peel aside her bikini and work her flesh open...

"Uuh... uuh... Please... not too rough... Nat..." Angela mewed, squirming from side to side and tensing up as he tried to insert one of his digits inside her vagina, "Owwa... You're hurting... you're hurting me... Uuh...Nat... stop it please... That's enough!"

"Fuckin' tight little cunt, hey? Might be a struggle to poke me big ol' slug up there I reckon!"

Nat couldn't wait any longer – he was going to find out if his cock fitted the bitch sooner rather than later! He quickly removed his hand from between her legs and reaching down with both hands – roughly, he pulled her bikini down to her ankles and lifted one of her feet out of it. 

"Oh, please don't do this Nat... Please don't... Can't we work something out? Maybe... maybe I can give you a hand job or something? Maybe... um, maybe I can let you play with my boobs whenever we're alone? Maybe you'd like to suck on my nipples instead? I... I know you liked them... But please don't... please don't rape me...."

Nat said nothing – he merely undid his board-shorts and released his long, thick cock – it had been quite a long time...

Angela felt powerless as he hurriedly manoeuvred her into position – pushing her in the small of her back, he bent her over the little galley bench and roughly pulled up her sarong. He chuckled lewdly as he ran his calloused fingers over her buttocks – his groping of her bare flesh made her skin crawl and at that moment she thought that she was going to be sick...

"Fucken nice arse, hey... No sag or 'orrible pimples or anything... Round an' plump enough, but 'ard too..." 




Sail to Despair



Nat squeezed and prised her flesh roughly, digging his thumbs and fingers into her orbs like he was kneading dough – pulling her cheeks apart from one another so her hairless little anus began to stretch open... 

With her butt cheeks pulled apart, Nat lowered his face and dribbled some saliva on to her brown bud – he watched her sphincter contract as his spittle pooled in the crevice, and then relax again. Dribbling some more saliva onto it he chuckled as her sphincter contracted and relaxed once again...

"Nice arsehole too!" he said to her as he began to rub his saliva over her bum hole with his pointer-finger, "Would ya like ta 'ave a stiff cock up there?"

"Nooo! Not that!" Angela sobbed, "Please... don't... I... I don't like anything up there..."

"Is that right?" Nat drawled sardonically, just as the tip of his finger slipped in past her tight ring. 

"Orr... Please... not... not up my bottom..."

Nat chuckled again as he gradually worked his gnarly finger in past the second knuckle – withdrawing it slightly, he felt her sphincter relax – and then he jammed his finger back in as far as it would go...

"Ouch! Oooh gawd... gawd... umph... Nooo... not in there..." Angela cried, clenching her buttocks in a vain attempt to prevent his finger entering her again. 

Nat leaned over her and whispered in her ear, "So you'd rather me ol' cock slipped up ya puffy little cunt then would ya?" he asked, as he slowly moved his finger in and out of her anus.

"I'd... I'd rather you left me alone, you bastard!"

"Not an option... Arsehole or cunt... What's it to be?"

Angela felt tears welling in her eyes as the old man fingered her bottom, "Not... Not my bottom... Please... It hurts... I... I don't want you in my bottom..." 

Nat chuckled lewdly once again as he belligerently felt around the inside of her rectum with the tip of his finger – relishing her discomfort as she squirmed from side to side while she groaned softly. 

"Tell ya what, I'm gonna keep fingerin' your arsehole until ya relax it some more... So the sooner ya loosin' it up, the sooner I take me finger out!" he said, dribbling some more saliva down onto her anus and continuing to work her flesh.

Angela closed her tear-filled eyes and swallowed deeply as she willed her sphincter open – incredulously, the discomfort abated – but almost immediately, his fingering picked up pace in her now pliant hole... Soon a second finger was being forced inside of her. 

"See... Not so bad, is it? Huh?" he grunted in her ear, "Reckon me cock'll fit in there now!"

"Please nooo, Nat... umph... umph... You... you can screw me then... My pussy... Please, do my pussy... You'll like it... ah... ahh... You will..."

"Will I just?"

Abruptly, Nat withdrew his fingers from her! The sudden vacuum made a popping sound like a child would make when flicking a finger out of their own mouth. He smiled at his handy work – her anus was now gaping open – seven years in the slammer had made him an expert at preparing the unwilling for anal sex! 

But as tempting as it was, it was really pussy that he now craved – he'd just wanted to hear her capitulate – and when she did it gave him an immense feeling of power!

Reaching down, Nat gripped her left ankle and forced her foot over onto one of the companionway steps – opening up her trembling thighs.

Positioning himself between her thighs, he bent his knees slightly so his cock brushed against her smooth, glistening pudenda – then using his right hand, he gripped his shaft and rubbed his glans back and forth several times across her moist flesh – slowly working the lovely thickened lips of her labia apart...

Angela could feel not only the heat of his shaft pressing against her, but she could feel the size too!

"Nat... I think... I think you should finger me first a bit first... Don't just push it in... I'm quite small..."

"I can tell ya gonna have a tight cunt...But ya also as wet as the sea out there!" Nat sniggered, "And I wanna feel that tightness give it up as me ol' fella slips inta ya!"

Nat's blood-engorged penis was not only quite long, but his unusually pointy knob flared back like a church bell and seemed quite out of proportion to his thickly-veined circumcised shaft – it was as if his cock had a snout – quite perfect for burrowing into tight holes...

Slowly he flexed his hips forward.

"Aw gawd... aw gawd... this can't be happening... Please no... please no... gawd... uh... uh... oooh gawd... noooo..."

Nat watched the snout of his purple knob nuzzle in past the delicate folds of her inner-labia – he could feel her warmth drawing him in and he smiled to himself – seven years it had been, seven long years... 

He released the grip on his shaft and once more worked the round orbs of her buttocks apart – and then he flexed his hips forward again until her inner-labia appeared to retreat inside of her as they stretched around the fullness of his knob... 

Nat could feel the resistance of her entrance – and he applied more pressure, slowly rotating his hips to burrow the eager snout of his penis inside of her, further and further... 

And just at that magical moment when his knob finally popped past her hymeneal ring, Angela tensed-up, drawing a sharp breath and at the same time she threw her head back – and then she seemed to relax, letting out a soft mewing sound as she slowly exhaled.

"Ya like Nat's fat knob hey?" he sniggered as he withdrew partway and pushed back in slightly deeper. 

"Umph... gawd...nooo...you bastard..." Angela grimaced, her head still thrown back.

"Tight little fucker, aren't ya... Fucken bendin' me ol' fella a bit... Gotta work some more of that sweet juice outta ya darlin' 'ole..."

Nat withdrew almost completely, drawing her pink lips outward with the rim of his knob, and then he plunged inside her again. He stopped with his cock a little over halfway in her and savoured the moment – the feeling was exquisite – he could almost feel the walls of her vagina caressing his sensitive glans...

He began to flex his hips back and forth – and after a few strokes it was as if a tap had been cracked open – his shaft now glistened with her lubrication... 

"Now that's more like it Angie... ya gotta nice cunt ya know... Pretty damn tight for an ol' married bitch tho... I'm guessing your 'ubby 'as a little pecker an' me ol' fella is the biggest you've 'ad!"

"Haaa... don't... don't flatter yourself..." Angela gasped between strokes, "I've... I've had bigger..."

Nat cruelly thrust himself in as deep as he could go until the tip of his cock hit her cervical opening – and he held himself there.

Angela gasped at the sudden discomfort, "Oooh gawd...not too hard... Please, not too hard!"

"Had bigger huh?" Nat snarled, "Well, maybe ya 'ave... Maybe not... But don't matter a fuck ta me... Don't reckon ya get ta feel a big cock in ya too often anyhow's..."

"What... what're you doing? Gawd... What're you doing?" Angela asked as she felt him increase the pressure against her cervix again, "You're hurting me... Ugh... gawd...stop it!"

Nat chuckled as he worked the snout of his knob against her cervical opening – hell; they were made for babies to pop out of, weren't they? Surely a cock would fit in there at least partway! Nat had a bitch once way back before jail that used to love it – or so he remembered.

It was the oddest feeling Angela had ever experienced during sex – the discomfort, although still dominating her senses – had now gradually manifested itself to the point in which she knew she was going to orgasm at any moment!

"Arrh... arrh...aaah... pleeease stop... arrh... arrh... mmm... nooo..."

Nat had barely a centimetre of his shaft to go before he was in to the hilt – he was applying pressure gradually, easing a moment, and then applying pressure once more – and each time her cervix dilated some more...

Finally, he was in as far as he could go – the flared rim of his knob falling just short of breaching Angela's cervical opening. And then he felt it – she started to shake beneath him as she let out a long guttural moan – and almost immediately he could feel her vaginal walls contracting around his motionless shaft...

"Mmmm... noooo...gawd noooo... You... you bastard... What... what did you just dooo tooo meeee..."

It was then that Nat noticed Angela's hands were gripping him by his skinny buttocks and seemed to be pulling him against her as her vagina vigorously contracted around his shaft – he knew then that the horny bitch had just cum! 

Moments passed without either moving or saying anything – Angela felt spent as the last vestige of her orgasm withered from within the pit of her stomach and she became aware of her hands still resting on Nat's hips...

"Have you finished?" She asked him almost breathlessly.

"Nup..."

"Please hurry... They'll be looking for their sandwiches soon."

"I'm gonna cum in ya..." Nat said to her, "Maybe even shoot a load straight in ya baby bag..." Nat said quizzically as he began to grind into her again, "How's that grab ya?"

Angela said nothing.

Nat increased his tempo and with every thrust Angela would grunt softly – now seemingly quite resigned to her tormentor's pending release within her...

And it didn't take that much longer either – barely a minute. 

"Aw fuck yeah! Uh huh! Fuck yeah! Ahh fuck yeah, that's it!"

Angela screwed her face up as she felt the old man jab away once more at her cervix just as the flood of his hot semen began to fill her...

She closed her eyes again when his pulsating knob found its mark once more – still partially dilated, the discomfort this time was minimal. Thrusting his cock in deeply, he unloaded the final dregs of his semen directly into her cervix. Angela did not want to believe it of course – but for just a moment, there was a pleasantly-odd feeling that waxed and waned thru her loins as the old man's penis throbbed within her... a feeling that intrigued her. 

"Are you done now?" Angela asked as she lay there quite motionless.

"Done!" Nat grinned, "Done like a dinner! Fucken 'A' class root, Angie, nicest fucken pussy I've 'ad in years!"

"Well, let me up please..."

Nat watched his withering slug slip from her engorged, slightly reddened pussy – a great dollop of thick white semen trickled from her and dripped onto the galley sole. He stepped back, allowing Angela to straighten up and turn around – she looked him in the eye for a moment without expression before she bent down to pick up her bikini bottoms.

"Nat..." Angela said as she stepped into her bikinis and slid them back up her legs, "no one is to know, okay?"

"What?" Nat sniggered, "You gonna let me get away with that without tellin' ya 'usband?"

"I... I don't want any trouble," Angela stammered softly, "I'll get over it... Another day or so and you and Callum will be off at Banda or one of the other islands..."

Nat smiled, "Guess so... Was pretty good though, wasn't it?" 

Angela shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, "I've had better..."

"Is that right?"

Nat reached forward and placed his hand on her breast – squeezing it gently and tweaking her engorged nipple thru the thin sarong, "Ya fuckin' cum tho didn't ya?"

Angela felt herself flush and she looked down guiltily, "That was like a reflex action... quite involuntary... I... I didn't enjoy it at all... You... you forced me remember..."

Angela looked him in the eye once again and swallowed – it had all happened so quickly – the whole thing had taken probably no more than five minutes or so. One moment she was innocently making sandwiches – and then almost the next, she was standing in the galley –her bikini bottoms soaked with Nat's thick sperm oozing out of her as he fondled her breasts in an act of post-coital consideration! 

"Forced ya hey? Didn't take too much tho, did it?" he snarled contemptuously, "You know what? I reckon ya just a horny bitch that loves a bit a cock on the side... Probably figured on lettin' the young fella slip ya a length sooner or later, hey? An' who knows... maybe he still will!"

Angela said nothing – inwardly, she knew that part of what he said was true – there was no denying she felt an attraction for Callum. As for her being unfaithful – it had been two years since she'd let herself be 'taken' by another man – and coincidently that had been on a sailing adventure too... 

Angela's mind drifted back... 

Ross and she had sailed Interlude to a remote island several days out of their home port – an island on which Ross had some native friends. One his friends, a former pearl-diver, had taken quite a fancy to Angela – and she was somewhat taken by him too. Angela had made a bet with him for an old pearl that hung around his neck – a rare black pearl. It was meant as a bit of a game, or so Angela had told herself at the time – a race to a special rock on a headland nearby. She felt she couldn't loose as she'd a head start and had 'cased' what she thought was the shortest path there...

Angela smiled at the memory... If she lost, he was going to give her not one pearl, but six! The six that had been implanted along the length of his thick penis!

Her husband had conveniently fallen asleep next to the fire on the beach the evening of the race – of course; he was totally unaware of not only the race, but also of the bet between his friend and his wife. 

She'd actually thought she had won the race too at first – until she took the last few steps toward the 'special' rock and discovered the black man waiting for her in the moonlight...

And he'd given her his six pearls that evening on the rock – the feeling of which Angela had dreamt of many times since...

"Hey, you alright?" Nat asked, slightly bewildered at her faraway expression.

Angela snapped back to the present and stared back at her tormentor as he fumbled with the sarong's tie above her breasts, "Just what do you think you're doing?"

"Gonna take ya up on your offer earlier... Wanna taste ya 'ard buds 'ere."

Angela stood motionless as her sarong fell open – the man scared her to say the least – and being stuck out in the middle of the Arafura Sea on a 33ft yacht with an intimidating madman was going to require careful diplomacy – both her and her husband's survival could very well depend on how she now reacted.

Nat lowered his head and drew in one of her engorged nipples and suckled noisily for several moments before moving to her other nipple and doing the same...

"Fucksake! I'm gettin' 'ard again!" Nat mumbled as he nibbled on her flesh. 

His hand went down to her bikini bottom and quickly peeled it to one side and then easily slipped two digits insider of her.

"Aaah... Come on Nat... that's enough," Angela hissed as he rapidly worked his fingers in and out of her vagina, "They'll be here any minute looking for their lunch... Stop it please!"

"Yeah, jus' a minute... Gonna slip me ol' fella in ya again... Bit of encouragement..."

Almost in a daze, Angela was lifted up onto the small galley bench. She looked down Nat's sinewy body and was surprised not only to see that he had a full erection once more, but was taken aback by the size of it! Not having been with too many men in her life, his cock looked far too big for his body – much bigger than Ross's and very close in size to her island friend's appendage – only Nat's very unusually shaped knob looked even more menacing!

Nat pulled her buttocks to the very edge of the bench – the height was good. 

"Lift ya legs up on the bench..." Nat ordered, "Yeah... that's it... Now hold ya bikini ta one side for me... Yeah, show me ya gash... Nice!"

Angela swallowed deeply as he lined himself up, "I don't believe this is happening... Gawd..."

She felt like she was caught in a bad dream – she was trying to run but nothing seemed to work – she wanted to push him away, but instead she was holding her bikini to one side, offering herself to him – she wanted to clench her strong vaginal muscles and prevent him from entering her, but oddly she found herself leaning back to make herself more accommodating – and she tried not to watch, but she was intrigued as his pointed knob began to slip inside of her...

"Just hurry would you... aaw... aaw... gawd... umph..." Angela grunted as he began to fuck her, "There... mmm... there you've had enough... Come on Nat!" 

Angela was getting seriously anxious now, she could hear the mainsail luffing as the wind shifted slightly – it would be only a matter of moments before Ross would either come aft to re-trim the sails or he would call out for her to do it! 

Nat seemed to pay little attention to her concern, he gripped her hips with a look of determination as he fucked her vigorously, "Fuck you've gotta nice cunt!"

"Angela!! What in the hell are you doing back there? Would you trim the sails please?" Ross bellowed from the bow.

"See, look I told you!" Angela said to Nat as she took some control, "You can finish later if we have an opportunity." 

Nat begrudgingly removed his slickened cock from within her and moved out of the way as she slid off the bench and retied her sarong.

"Our secret, Nat... No telling Callum, okay?"

"I was right," he said, as she picked up the container of sandwiches and headed up the companionway steps.

Angela stepped out into the cockpit and looked back down at the craggy old man, an utter sense of relief washing over her, "Right? How so?"

"Ya love a bit of cock don't ya..." he sniggered, "An' I bet ya lookin' forward to having Nat's big ol' slug tear ya up again and makin' ya cum like ya did before... reflex an' all!"

Angela ignored him – she turned and placed the container on the cockpit bench and picked up the winch handle to trim the genoa. A bit of fine adjustment on the mainsheet and Interlude was back up to speed. 

Picking up the container once more, she stole a glance back down the companionway – Nat was still there looking up at her smugly. Angela ignored him again and stepped out of the cockpit and moved cautiously down the side deck to the bow. Ross looked up at her as she knelt down to pass him the box of sandwiches – reaching for a sandwich, she noticed he had winch grease smeared over his hands. Callum took a sandwich too and thanked her.

"How's it going?" Angela asked.

"Slow... Would have been good to remove it completely and work on it down below, but the mounting bolts have seized," Ross said, chewing on his sandwich, "Probably another hour I reckon..."

"That long?" Angela asked, "Do you need me for anything else?"

"Nah... should be okay... young Callum here is doing a good job holding stuff for me. Just fill in the log book on the hour tho please." 

"Alright... Um... I might have a sleep for an hour or so then... Get ready for my first watch this evening," she said. 

Angela turned to Callum and noticed him looking at her intently. "Are you still going to keep me company tonight?"

"Yep, sure Angela, sure! Looking forward to it!" Callum confirmed warmly.

"So what's Nat doing, Ange?" Ross asked absently as he consumed another sandwich.

Angela felt her face flush at the mention of the old man's name, "Erm... he was asleep on the settee... Made him some lunch too. Do you want him?"

Ross sniffed, "Nah... Leave him down there out of the way... Let me know if he gets annoying tho, Babe."

"Uh huh... Will do..."

Angela made her way back to the cockpit with trepidation – her heart was racing and her legs felt like jelly as she sat on the port combing. Ross didn't suspect a thing – of that she felt certain. But the way Callum had looked at her unnerved her somewhat – it was as if he had picked up that something was wrong; as if he knew her better than her own husband...

Angela hardened her resolve – she was going to go down below and lock herself in her cabin and sleep. Yes, that's what she would do!




Sail to Despair



She looked down the companionway and could see Nat lying back on the port settee, exactly as he had been half an hour earlier when she'd gone to make lunch. Determined now, she quickly stepped down below without saying a word and made her way to the narrow passage that led to the 'stateroom' cabin in the stern of the boat. 

She looked down at the small double bed that took up most of the cabin and she felt the tears well-up in her eyes. What on earth had she just let happen to her, she wondered?

Angela closed the cabin door behind her and took a step inside. Almost dreamlike, she removed her sarong, letting it drop on the floor. Next, she slipped her damp bikini bottoms down her thighs and stepped out of them. She then ran her hands over her naked body from her shoulders, down over her breasts and to her flat stomach – closing her eyes, she thought of the orgasm she had experienced earlier. She had not felt something like that since her native pearl-diver took his winnings two years ago – a memory that had all but consumed her at times...

Angela felt a wave of guilt wash over her – and she collapsed facedown onto her bed, close to tears. 

The cabin door was unlocked.

She waited pensively...

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