Aurora - Goddess of the Dawn

This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are 18 years or over.

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TERRA NOVA- The good times continue.

A combination of Champagne, weed and unfettered sex, wind, water and hot tropical sun, had supercharged Watson's senses, bringing the world into breathtaking focus. He could feel the throbbing pulse in his penis, feel the mass of his balls, the sound of his brain, the sweat on his skin. He could sense the ebb and flow of air as he breathed, feel the weight of the sky. The fizz of individual particles, popping in and out of existence. The life force.

"Know what I'd like?" a faraway voice said. It sounded like Tanya's.

"No." someone replied. Could have been Bragg.

"A nanna nap."

"Ah." Watson nodded, smacking his lips. "A little post-sex siesta. Sterling idea."

"What do you reckon, Beck?" Bragg said, patting his leg. "Wanna come to bed with me?"

Watson caught the merest flicker in Beck's eyes, body language he could read like a book. No. She didn't. "Err... Beck." he said, "Why don't you just nip down to your own cabin, Chook? Give poor old Roger a breather?"

Bragg opened his mouth to dismiss the old man's concerns but Tanya got there first. "Probably not a bad idea. If we're gonna pick this up later."

"Are we?" Bragg asked eagerly.

"If you're still up for it." Watson shrugged. "That was the idea."

Beck stepped in front of Tanya and held out her hand. "Would you like to come and sleep with me, Tan?"

Tanya looked left and right, searching for the lucky contestant. She pointed at herself. "Me?"

"Uh huh."

"Why I'd love to."

"Oh, poor old Tan." Watson groused, "why don't you leave the poor-"

"No! No." Tanya hastened, "I'd love to, I mean it. A little bit of girl-time. That's fair enough, wouldn't you say boys?" She looked at Watson. "If that's okay with you?"

"Sure." Watson hefted a shoulder, "But don't let her get started on her crusade. Once she gets started you can't shut her up."

Beck blew a raspberry and gave her old man the two fingers.

"If she opens her mouth I'll stick my tongue in it." Tanya said, taking Beck's hand. "Come on. Let's all go have a little R and R." She winked. "That means Rest and Rebekah."

Watson stood and stretched till his joints popped. "I wonder what the poor people are doing?" he mused. "Come on, gang. I'll set the alarm for a couple of hours."

While Tanya followed Beck below-decks, Bragg passed Watson the bottle of Champagne. Downing half the contents, Watson wiped his mouth and handed it back.

"Damon," Bragg said, "I just want to tell you how grateful I am." This, from a man, who considered any form of gratitude beneath his dignity.

"It's been a blast, hasn't it?" Watson smiled as Bragg raised the bottle in a toast. He briefly considered returning the thanks, for access all areas to the millionaire's trophy wife, but no. It would do Bragg no end of good, for once, to feel beholden.

Polishing off the bottle, Bragg turfed it overboard then heaved a deep, gassy belch. "Sex, drugs and French Champagne. What more could you ask for?"

Watson watched the bottle bob up and down once or twice then disappear. "Hate to tell you this, Rodge," he said warmly, "but when Beck finds that bottle, she won't let you look at her, let alone fuck her."

Bragg blinked at him, taken aback. "Pardon?"

"Littering. You see, according to the Gospel of Beck, littering should be punishable by death."

Bragg gestured vaguely in the direction of the dearly departed bottle. "That's littering?"

"Well it sure ain't tiddly-winks."

"Even if no one can see it?"

"Oh she'll see it, I can promise."

"Oh. Gee." Bragg looked around anxiously, "I'm sorry, I had no idea."

"Tell you what." Watson patted Bragg on the back. "There's fins and a mask in the locker near the swim platform. It's not very deep. You nip down and get that bottle and I won't say a word."

* * *

Tanya and Beck went to bed, but they didn't quite go straight to sleep. While Beck found Tanya's husband to be pushy and a little bit rude, Tanya herself was kind and gentle, and clever and funny and fun. Beck threw aside the lightweight doona to expose the semen-stained blue cotton sheets. Sitting at first, she lay back, then pulled Tanya down on top of her, legs spread, arms welcoming.

For a long time they kissed, Beck grinding her mound against Tanya's, before lavishing each breast with a long, nipple-tingling suck. When she was done, Tanya commenced working her way from Beck's mouth to her nipples, to her belly button and on down to her groin. Beck was soon squirming and writhing, Tanya's short dark hair gripped in her fists, her head tossing and hips off the bed. Forestalling another orgasm lest she wear the girl out, Tanya broke off, right on the brink, then rolled onto her side and stroked Beck's hair. Beck took her hand. "Finger me?"

"Not too tired?"

Beck shook her head. "Nuh."

"Goodness me. Whatever you're on they should be feeding it to our athletes."

Beck spread her legs as Tanya trickled a finger up and down her slit before burying it up to the knuckle in her hole. "Tan?" she asked. "Can I finger you?"

"Hold on a sec, let me move up."

Tanya repositioned so Beck could slip a couple of fingers into her semen-slick vagina. "Mmm.." Tanya cooed, "that feels nice."

Beck tried another finger, and Tanya relaxed her to let her slide in. "Do you like that?" Beck asked.

"No." Tanya said flatly, "I flippin' love it!"

The woman's insides felt like liquid fire, simultaneously yielding and resilient. "Would you like me to stick another one in?" Beck asked.

Tanya hesitated. "...Beck. Do you know what fisting is?"

"Where one girl puts her hand in another girl's... umm..."

"Pussy. Right. So you know what it is?"

"Uh huh." Beck nodded. "I saw it on a porno."

"Did you now? What did you think?"

"I didn't believe it was possible at first." Beck said excitedly. "They were only young, like in their twenties or something, and their pussies just looked too dainty. But they did it. The first girl put two fingers in her girlfriend, then three, then four, then she squeezed in her thumb. In the end her whole hand went inside." Beck circled her wrist with finger and thumb, just above the wrist bump. "She went in this deep, I'm not kidding. It was awesome."

"Well Beck..." Tanya took a deep breath and tried to calm her racing heart, "How'd you like to fist me?"

Beck pulled her fingers out then propped herself up on an elbow. "Fist you?"

"If you want."

"Will I fit?"

Tanya nodded. "Oh, you'll fit, believe me. Want to give it a go?"

Beck looked around, weighing the challenge. "It won't hurt?"

"Who? Me?" Tanya shook her head. "Just the opposite."

"You sure?"

"Trust me."

"Fisting..." Beck mused, then suddenly made up her mind. "That would be awesome!"

Tanya pivoted on her back on the bed until Beck was between her open legs. "Okay, then." she said, raising her knees, letting them fall outwards for maximum spread. "Here now, Becky, give me your hand."

Beck did as she was asked, almost quivering with excitement. Another secret fantasy about to come true.

"Just start with a couple of fingers, okay?" Tanya said, then pressed Beck's fingertips to her thumb. "When the four of them are in, bring your little thumb up like this, and once you're all the way in fold your fingers over it." She demonstrated. "Like this. Okay?"

Beck tried to imagine some hard-knuckled fist rummaging around in her own delicate insides. "You sure it won't hurt?"

Tanya stroked Beck's cheek. "Of course it won't, Sweetheart."

Beck looked at Tanya's smooth pussy, then at her hand. "Not too much of a stretch?" she asked, unconvinced.

"Honey, trust me." Tanya said, patting her mound, "After all the times I've been fisted I can still slice carrots with this thing. It'll be okay, I promise."

Beck knelt eagerly between Tanya's spread legs. She'd watched Watson's pornos over and over, fantasising she was the pretty young woman with the dark hair and freckles, ramming her fist deep into her girlfriend's shaved pussy. Tanya dragged a couple of pillows over and propped them under her shoulders the better to watch. Beck pressed her fingertips together as she'd been shown, as Tanya pulled her pussy lips apart, revealing her hole. She was very, very pink and very, very wet, and the musk of her arousal smelt like candy.

Beck's fingertips sank into the warm, wet constriction and she hesitated.

"Go ahead, Honey," Tanya said huskily, "you're doing just fine."

Beck licked her lips and nodded. The second joints disappeared into the glistening pink flesh and then she was up to her knuckles. Tanya tensed, giving Beck an encouraging squeeze. "How does that feel?"

Beck uttered a breathless giggle. "Amazing. I can feel your pussy squeezing me."

"Hang on, Baby. Okay, I'm all relaxed now. Come on, push a little more."

Beck did as she asked and after an instant's resistance, her knuckles slid under Tanya's pubic bone and she was in. Head back, Tanya raised her hips off the bed and gripped Beck's wrist. "Oh god, Beck, that's it. You're fisting me."

"My whole hand's inside you." Beck whispered.

"That's it, Baby, ball up your fist."

"Like this?"

Tanya nodded. "Uh huh." Wrapping a hand around Beck's skinny wrist, she commenced easing the girl's hand in and out of her slurping vagina. Beck stared at the sight, mesmerised, Tanya's bulging pussy, the pink inner lips clinging to her skin. Tanya's insides felt all wet and goopy, the muscle walls like warm, slippery rubber, and there was a knobby thing that must have been her uterus. Tanya continued driving Beck's fist deeper and deeper, past the bony lump on her wrist. Huffing and grunting, thrusting her hips, her head thrashing from side to side, she was jackhammering herself into a state of sexual oblivion. "Oh Beck!" she gasped after a few minutes' furious hammering, "Oh Beck!"

Just when she seemed so close to orgasm, Tanya suddenly stopped. Throwing a leg over the girl, with her fist still buried deep in her guts, she rolled over and got up on all fours. Ass in the air, she gave Beck's wrist three or four encouraging thrusts, then lowered her head onto her forearms and let Beck have at it.

Up on her knees, hand on Tanya's butt for purchase, Beck pumped her hand in and out, stirring it a little for added excitement. Tanya bit down on her arm to stifle a scream. "Oh fuck!" her muffled voice panted, "that's... just... fuck... king... incredible. Just like that, Baby, just like that!"

Tanya was rocking back and forth in time with Beck's thrusts. Beck wriggled her arm again and Tanya gyrated her hips, trying to drive herself all the way down to Beck's elbow. Beck watched her arm, glistening with Tanya's juices and the residue of her old man's sperm, sliding effortlessly in and out of the tight, sucking hole. "Holy fuck!" Tanya squealed, as an orgasm heaped itself up somewhere over the horizon, gathering momentum like a runaway train. "Oh Beck, you're so deep. So deep! Fuck me, Baby. Fuck me!"

Tanya, Beck suddenly realised, was out of her mind with pleasure and about to go off. In a flash of inspiration, she used her free hand to feather the woman's engorged clitoris, sending her gnashing and squirting and snarling straight over the edge. Had Watson not been in the shower, and Tanya's husband overboard on a submarine scavenger hunt, they would have both come running. As it was, the climax ran its course undetected and Tanya fell on her side, Beck's fist still lodged firmly up under her diaphragm.

Little by little, Tanya's clamping muscles relaxed until she was able, bit by bit, to expel Beck's arm. "Oh, look," Beck piped. "You're giving birth to an arm."

Tanya looked at her. "I never thought I'd hear myself saying this, but I almost wish I'd given birth to all of you."

Beck's knuckles fetched up against Tanya's pubic bone and she flattened her hand, making it as slender as possible for the final withdrawal. It popped free and Tanya's gaping hole oozed fluid, then gradually closed, reforming like something out of a Terminator movie until it had resumed its normal, eye-pleasing dimensions. Beck spread her fingers, examining the aftermath. Pretty much what she got when she fingered herself, clear, slippery slime, but lots more of it. Checking the high-tide mark, a couple of inches above her wrist, she gave it a sniff. Delicious.

Tanya struggled upright and pulled Beck into a tight embrace. Arms around her, she fell on her back, and they lay, one on top of the other, heaving with exertion. "Was that okay?" Beck asked, brushing the hair from Tanya's eyes.

Momentarily unable to speak, Tanya shook her head. "No," she said at length, "it wasn't okay. It was mind-blowing. It was awesome. It was un-frikken' believable."

"For reals?"

Tanya raised her head and gave Beck the eye. "You sure you've never done that before?"

Beck's cheeks bunched with a smile. "First time. Honest."

"Then you are a gifted natural. God dammit, I wish I could take you to Polo Club."

"To what?"

"Never mind. That was spectacular, Becky. Thank you."

Beck shot Tanya a cheeky grin. "Can we do it again?"

"When I can see straight."

Beck wiped her hand on the stain-mottled sheet. Tanya's dribbling body fluids would make an attractive addition to her wet-spot collection, until washday, next time they reached land. She looked at Tanya. Lathered with sweat, she was covered in goosebumps, in spite of the tropical heat. A salt-starched green towel hung on a hook beside the door, and in a fit of maternal devotion, Beck flicked it free then proceeded to pat Tanya dry. Tanya looked up at the diligent little blonde, eyes turning misty with adoration. "Thank you, Rebekah. That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me."

"We don't want you catching a cold now, do we?" Beck smiled, channeling her old man. Duty complete, she tossed the towel aside and lay down with her back to Tanya.

"Here." Tanya said, wrapping her arms around Beck's hot little body. "Why don't we have a nice little nap? God knows we've earned one."

Beck yawned a huge yawn. "Don't go without waking me."

"Wouldn't dream of it." Tanya yawned in reply. Sex, dope, French Champagne, topped off with more sex and a deep, thorough fisting. Suddenly she was having trouble keeping her eyes open.

"Sweet dreams, Tan." Beck whispered.

Tanya kissed the top of her head. "Sweet dreams, Little Mermaid. See you in an hour or two."

* * *

Almost two hours to the minute, Tanya stirred, slowly realising where she was and with whom. Beck was snuggling into her, fast asleep, one leg flopped over Tanya's belly, her hard little pubis mashed against Tanya's hip. Busting for a pee, Tanya gently lifted Beck's leg and rolled away onto her back. The girl's eyes fluttered open and she woke, smacking her lips.

"Tan?"

"Morning Gorgeous." Tanya smiled as Beck propped herself up on her elbows.

"Morning?" Beck frowned. "Did we sleep all night?"

"Joking, Darling. Up a daisy, I've gotta go to the loo for a pee."

"Just go off the swim platform." Beck suggested, rolling off the bed and getting to her feet. Luxuriating in a stretch, she stood scratching her ribs as Tanya came up beside her.

"Let's tidy up this bed."

Together, they straightened the cum-stained sheets, smoothed the coverlet and fluffed-up the pillows. "There you go." Tanya said, ticking Beck under the chin, "Orderly space, orderly mind."

"You sound like Damon." Beck grumbled.

"Why thank you, Darling. I'll take that as a compliment."

Beck led the way, tiptoeing into the saloon and up the companionway, emerging into Aurora's cockpit under the dark blue awning. Stepping through the open gate, they dropped two steps down to the wood-panelled swim-platform, a few inches above the languid water. Squatting down, side by side, tails hanging over the edge, they unleashed a double stream of aromatic pee into the ocean. Beck farted, then commenced giggling uncontrollably as Tanya looked around in mock surprise.

"I just heard a frog."

"Tootus marinas" Beck replied through her laughter, "The horny sea toad. They're very rare."

Tanya briefly tried to conjur a Tootus marinas of her own but to no avail. Squeezing out the last few drops, she looked around for toilet paper. Finishing at more or less the same time, Beck scooped up a handful of brine and washed herself off. "Should have known," Tanya sighed, "what use is dunny paper to a mermaid?" After splashing herself she stood, flicking water from her fingertips. "Guess I'd better go next door and wake up the birthday boy."

Beck gathered her hair over one shoulder and commenced weaving it into a thick, platinum plait. "So what's the plan, Tan?"

"Well, I don't know about you, Becky-boo, but I'm starting to feel a tad peckish. What do you say? Let's rouse the boys and make them get us some lunch."

While Beck headed down below, Tanya hopped nimbly from Beck's boat onto hers. Sneaking forward, Beck crept into Watson's cabin, all the way up forward, and eased the door open. He was dead to the world, lying naked on his side on the sheet-strewn V-berth. Easing onto the bed, Beck crawled up beside him until her face was level with his flaccid penis. Extending her tongue, she teased his pee-hole, then gently sucked his knob into her mouth.

"Roger? Rodge?"

Tanya's voice was shrill with alarm and brought Watson precipitously awake. Beck shot up to her knees as Watson sat, blinking.

"ROGER?"

Footsteps thumped across Aurora's deck and Tanya stuck her head through the hatch. "Roger? Are you down there?"

Watson was already making his way aft with Beck in hot pursuit. When he reached the saloon, Tanya was head and shoulders through the open hatchway, peering into the relative gloom. "Damo? Is Roger with you?"

Watson shook his head. "No. What's up?"

"He's gone!" Tanya huffed, then disappeared back the way she had come.

"Gone?" Watson echoed. "What do you mean gone?"

"He's not on the boat!" Tanya snapped, jumping ship. Leaning through the hatchway of her own vessel, she peered inside. "Roger! Are you hiding down there? I don't think this is very funny you know."

Watson followed anxiously. He'd ordered a stoned, drunken, hydrophobic lawyer into the water and now he was missing. His eye settled on a Champagne bottle, in a stainless steel bucket near the starboard helm, its label waterlogged from apparent immersion. Beck bounded from boat to boat and mounted the sixty-footer's superstructure. Standing by the mast she turned slowly around. "There he is!" she yelled, jumping up and down, pointing.

Watson scrambled up beside her with Tanya close behind. "Don't take your eyes off him, Chook!"

"I won't." Beck's voice was calm but her belly was heaving with fright and excitement. She stood, arm extended, finger pointing towards the nearby island. One hundred meters away, Bragg's lily-white butt cheeks were rolling from side to side as he finned lazily over the coral.

"What the fuck is he up to?" Tanya seethed quietly.

"He's snorkelling. " Watson said dryly. "What's it look like?"

"Roger... and snorkelling... do not go together in the same sentence. Are you sure it's him?"

Watson cupped a hand to his mouth. "RO...GERRRRRR!"

No response. Tanya curled her hands into a loudspeaker and they both tried, to no avail. She dropped her hands. "Have you got a gun, Damo?"

"A gun? That's bit harsh."

"Just a warning shot. In the ass."

"I'll get him." Beck announced, already making her way aft. Tanya opened her mouth to intervene but Watson put a hand on her arm and shook his head. Hopping from one boat to the other, Beck collected a set of fins, mask and snorkel, then dropped onto the swim platform where she hastily geared up. Naked but for her submarine-accessories, she stood, took a bearing on the target, then stepped into the water and disappeared. When she next surfaced she was already fifty meters away, slightly off course. Turning on the spot to get her bearings, she duck-dived again and set off.