I turned the wheel and the big yacht headed away from the Honolulu Yacht Club and out into the wide, blue Pacific. I set a course south, southwest and when we were clear of Oahu, flipped on the Autopilot for the long voyage to Pago Pago.
My best friend, Johnny Tong, had agreed to help me get across the ocean since my sixty foot yacht was a bit much for one man to handle. Also on board were Johnny's girl friend Sue, my girl friend Ann, the cook Jimmy Chung, and my deckhand Linda.
Sailing across the Pacific is not a task to be taken lightly. The distances are vast and can be dangerous if you are out of the shipping lanes, as we were. I had purposely chosen to stay out of the cross ocean traffic because I didn't want to risk colliding with a freighter at night. We were well provisioned and carried enough diesel to run on the aux engine for two days.
Eight days out of Honolulu the wind began to pick up. We were sailing along at a brisk nine knots. The radio weather told us that we were in no trouble. I checked the satellite weather and saw some fairly heavy weather ahead of us.
"We better get her secured before we hit the storm. It looks like we'll have to ride it out," I told the crew. They all knew the drill and quickly rigged for the coming onslaught.
"Danny, are we in trouble?" my girlfriend asked.
"No, I don't think so. The storm isn't that big. We should be clear by midnight."
Wrong again! By midnight we were battling huge waves and lots of wind. I had struck the sails and we were moving on the auxiliary engine. I sat in the wheel house trying to keep the boat on course and headed into the storm. I wanted to check our GPS against the weather satellite, but I couldn't leave the wheel. I got Johnny to check it for me.
He looked up at me from the navigation station and I knew it wasn't gonna be good news. "The storm has grown in intensity and size since this afternoon. We are barely half way through it."
"We'll just have to press on. We have no choice. Get the girls and the crew into survival suits and get the raft ready, just in case," I ordered.
The storm was turning into a typhoon. It was raining hard and it was all horizontal. I was just glad there weren't any coconuts and tree trunks flying along with it. At five in the morning, it wasn't any better but at least it had stopped getting worse. We were all taking a beating from the storm. I had thought three different times about calling in an SOS but I realized we were far from the shipping lanes and far from help. We would have to do it ourselves.
Dawn broke cold and wet with intense winds and mountainous waves. I had been at the wheel for ten hours. Thank god I had that extra diesel tank installed.
Johnny came into the wheel house. "Satellite weather says we have another four hours of this crap. Do we have enough fuel for it?"
"It's not like we have a choice. What we've got will have to be enough!"
As we chugged on, the storm finally weakened. The waves had calmed to only ten or twelve feet. Johnny took the wheel and I dragged my tired butt down to the master berth.
Ann was waiting for me, shaking like a leaf in the bed. "Danny, are we really gonna get out of this?"
"If we don't run out of fuel in the next couple of hours we should be okay," I said as I snuggled in beside her.
"My god, you're frozen!" she exclaimed.
"Such is the life of the skipper. Luckily, I have a maiden beside me to warm me up."
She giggled and wrapped her arms and legs around me. She felt so good and warm. I put my icy hands on her big, warm tits and squeezed. She screamed like she'd been shot. "Oh god, you're gonna kill me," she whined.
"Hold still, wench and do your duty!" I commanded.
"Yes sir," she replied, but she still wiggled and thrashed.
As I thawed out, I could feel my cock getting rigid as it pressed against her warm little butt. She pushed against it.
"The skipper hereby declares a breeding break!" I announced.
"We're in the middle of a typhoon and you want to breed?"
"Yup, let's hop to it."
She shucked her underwear and I shucked mine. By now my dick was at full mast. She was lying on top of me. I pressed into her. She was warm and wet. She moaned quietly. I started to thrust into her and she returned my thrusts. It wasn't all that easy, getting some nooky during a storm, but humans are a determined group so I stroked on. I felt her pussy tighten around my cock. Her cunt muscles massaged my rock hard maleness, sucking the cum out of it. She screamed as she came. I emptied my balls into her and held on tight. She lay twitching on top of me. I was shaking too. Hell, I'm not superman. Soon her head dropped onto my chest and she snuggled into me. Sleep overtook me. It had been a hard and vigorous few hours.
When I woke up, we were sailing through a fairly calm sea. The sails were up and we were once again cruising. I got up, had some breakfast and went to relieve Johnny.
"How long have we been on cruise?" I asked.
"About two hours. The storm broke and left us with this," he said, pointing to the four foot waves.
"Did you check our position?"
"Yeah, the storm blew us ninety miles off course to the south. We're on a heading to get back on course in about ten hours."
"Great job Johnny. Go get some rest."
"Yeah, rest, hahaha, I heard you resting last night."
