Shady Ship

Everyone in this story is at least eighteen years old.

Things really start ramping up.

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"That was Irene screaming." Jenna said, sitting on her bed while she zipped her coat. Her friends stood, Devon the sole one with a weapon.

The eighteen-year old Black male trained his pistol on the wall, as if intending on opening fire.

"I have a couple bullets for a certain someone if they snatched up that Italian honey." Devon said.

"So, that's the secret. We're looking for golden honey. Not gold." Kyle said in an attempt to be amusing at the wrong time.

Amanda laughed, bent over, brought her hands to her knees, did not stop laughing, as if Kyle had told the world's cruelest racist joke.

Her friends did not speak.

Devon scoffed. He said, "Funny. You're laughing at your brother's lame joke too hard, like he's been giving you some good fucks."

Amanda stopped laughing, straightened.

Kyle crossed his arms, leaned against the wall.

"That's the kind of joke you come up with? Man, you're sick in the head." Tucker said, more willing to defend the twins than anyone else. He shrugged. "Whatever. Irene needs us."

Devon took three steps closer to Tucker, bent his elbow, letting his pistol's barrel train on the ceiling. His dark brown eyes more menacing than Tucker will ever be, he said, "Don't insult someone with a gun."

Jenna threw her arms up, lowered them.

"You two really going to kill each other over a incest joke?" Jenna said in an attempt to defuse the situation. Devon moved his pistol into his pocket at an slow pace. Tucker bowed his head. "Tucker, never say anything rude to a guy with a gun. Devon, don't make incest jokes. Someone we all love needs help. So, act like you're all mature eighteen-year olds."

Devon emitted an burdened sigh. After a moment, with as much reluctance as his bloodlust, he said, "Sorry."

He made eye contact with the twins and Tucker, took quick steps out the room containing the beds everyone longed to be back in.

Stacie squeezed Jenna's arm with sweet affection.

The friends joined Devon in the hall.

His silver revolver was one weapon, but it made the unarmed teenagers seem as safe as people under an army's care.

While taking steps towards the area they hoped Irene was in, a vicious sound made them stop taking steps.

"Is there a-?" Jenna started saying.

"Impossible." Devon said, yet pulled out his revolver.

Goosebumps spread across Jenna's skin. Stacie held onto a goosebump-ridden arm, touching her through her coat.

"I heard it before. Earlier." Kyle said, as terrified as Jenna. "I figured it was just a shady ship, making you hear things that weren't really there."

"Okay. You all can investigate. I'll find Jenna by myself." Tucker said, now walking backwards. "Unless someone wants to come. She did scream. Any takers? I don't have a gun on m-"

Tucker stopped talking, but his mouth remained open.

He no longer walked, as if someone super-glued his legs together.

His eyes remained trained on an point a distance past Jenna, past the other teenagers.

Another roar.

"Mountain lion!" Tucker said before making his escape.

Jenna and Stacie turned.

The creature lunged.

It gave Devon a struggle.

While its first to-be victim remained the sole Black person in the group, Kyle grabbed Amanda's arm, ran towards Tucker with her, saying, "Hey, man! Wait!"

Jenna shook her head.

She took a step forward, unlike Stacie, who took a step back. Free from her best friend, Jenna said, "Devon, drop the gun!"

The cougar continued tearing into Devon's right arm with its jagged teeth. The revolver remained in the Black boy's right hand.

He dropped it.

"Fucking shoot it!" Devon said, lunging forward to slam the vicious creature against a gray wall. He sounded more burdened than Jenna ever heard from him.

Devon didn't stop baring his teeth.

Jenna didn't stop trying to save Devon's life.

The cougar didn't stop its mauling.

Jenna sprinted, snatched the revolver from the floor, aimed.

Pumping up its struggle, the cougar writhed.

Devon moved too, trembling harder, shaking his head, more terrified and agitated without his weapon.

Jenna pulled the trigger.

A bullet tore into the cougar, causing it to release its teeth grip.

Jenna opened fire on it again, but the animal retreated, dripping blood along the way.

Devon, taking heavy breaths, dropped onto his knees before moving his coat sleeve to inspect his right arm.

No bite.

He laughed hard, as if Jenna had wounded the cougar with a water gun.

"Its teeth stayed in the sleeve. I'm alright. I'm fucking alright." Devon said before rising to his feet. He wrapped his arms around Jenna in a tight hug. Holding the revolver, Jenna hugged him. "I love you more than I love that Persian bitch who I kept banging after I nutted."

Jenna laughed, Devon's strong arms around her.

She opened her mouth to prepare her, "I love you, too."

"What the hell happened?!" Tucker said, fury mixed into his shock and terror, focused on Jenna's hug with Devon. The Black and the blonde separated. Tucker's fists were clenched, like Stacie's. "You really shot it, Jenna?"

Jenna nodded before bending over. She handed the revolver to Devon.

After moving her hands to her knees, her heart pounded at an rapid pace, Jenna said, "Yeah. But it's still alive."

"I'm going to look for Irene. The twins went down some steps. Since you have to open a door to get to them, they should be safe from any other animal up here." Tucker said. He tapped his fingers against his legs, making eye contact with Jenna. "I was going to go with them, but realized I couldn't just leave you. That was before I heard the shot."

"Hopefully, Kyle and Amanda are okay." Stacie said, letting the others hear her voice.

"Go find her with Tucker. Me and Devon are going to track the cougar." Jenna said, speaking quicker than usual, as if she had something else to do that didn't involve tracking a wounded cougar that had a bullet in it. Stacie didn't move from her spot. "Go! And I love you."

One brief but tight embrace between the two best friends and an "I love you, too" from Stacie, the blonde was left with Devon as her sole company.

Neither of them planned to hunt the cougar right away.

Jenna's pussy was wet, despite not having her clothes off yet. Her sweltering lust made her long to see Devon's big black cock.

The Black-on-White interracial stigma made her wetter.

His revolver safe inside his pants pocket, Devon held Jenna's hand while guiding her into a room filled with bunk beds connected to the walls, similar to the other room they had slept in.

Devon pinned Jenna to the wall, like he did the cougar.

Jenna brought her hands to Devon's sides before he kissed her with passion mingling with an unleashed lust.

With a desperate intensity, they took off each other's clothes before moving onto the floor.

When Devon lied on the cool gray, as naked as Jenna, the White girl wrapped her fingers around the boy's huge, Black cock.

It was at that moment, Jenna knew she would never regret what she was going to do.

She did not bury Devon's cock in her mouth. No, she let the huge member slip into her pussy.

On top of the Black boy who had his own revolver, Jenna moaned with glee and pleasure as she took his entire cock.

She brought her hands against his chest, kept them there, let them remain against the person who she had saved before they embraced in that hall.

Devon's black cock buried in her warm, moist pussy, Jenna sighed before moving her hips a bit quicker, riding him.

Leaning against Devon, letting her breasts complete with pink nipples mash against the Black boy's chest, the blonde slid her hands to Devon's neck, touching it with care.

She kissed him. Not like before, the kiss was softer, sweeter, better in a way, Jenna's lips caressing Devon's.

They had a friend in trouble, a cougar on the loose with the intent to kill, but what mattered to them the most was the loving sex, which most humans would never choose to give up if they had a choice.

Jenna hugged Devon close to her as she continued to kiss him.

Wrapping his powerful arms around her slender waist, Devon pulled her closer to him.

Jenna slid her lips from his, nuzzled her face into his neck, kissed him with a pleasant gentleness.

"That's nice, blonde honey." Devon said.

His words made tears almost form in Jenna's eyes.

She longed to tell Devon she was grateful the cougar had established the plight that brought their loving sex. Instead, Jenna said, "I love you, too."

"You're a couple minutes too late. But it's nice hearing those words come out of your blonde honey mouth." Devon said before stroking her long hair.

"It's never too late." Jenna said.

She let a soft moan leave her mouth as she rode Devon faster, coming down harder on his big, black cock.

"Need this honey under me." Devon said.

Jenna yelped in surprise when Devon rolled them over.

He was now on top of her, looking down at her as he pumped his huge cock in and out her loving, pleasing pussy.

"Wow, you're so good!" Jenna said, her satisfaction obvious.

She grinned at him.

He lowered his lips to hers, wrapped his arms around her.

Jenna put her arms around him, trailed her fingernails across his back.

She wrapped her legs around his waist before saying, "Keep giving me your big, black cock."

"Anything for this blonde honey." Devon said as he did not stop having loving sex with her on the huge ship's floor.

He buried his face in her neck, pressed his lips against the soft spot between her neck and shoulder.

Jenna released soft moans.

She moved her hips in perfect rhythm with Devon's.

Devon trembled as his body readied itself to cum for Jenna, readied itselt to shoot hot cum into her warm pussy.

"Please, keep loving me." Jenna said.

The Black boy pumped quicker.

In seconds, Devon grunted into Jenna's ear as his cock shot heavy, heated cum inside her.

"I'm cumming too!" Jenna said as Devon continued filling her with his hot cum.

Jenna moaned as her pussy squirted warm wetness, clenching around the black cock, milking it more into allowing flesh.

All that with love.