This was requested by Attila. These stories are for adults (18+) only. This story contains scenes of nonconsensual and reluctant sex.
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"Hurry up, Mercedes! We're going to miss our boat!" called a man from the other side of a thin, wooden door. Mercedes, the woman he was calling for, was rushing to pack her bag of all essentials that she presumed she would likely need.
"I'm coming! Just give me a couple of seconds!" she called back while stuffing a couple of pair of panties inside her olive colored backpack. Despite her flustered and slightly annoyed demeanor, the young African-American teen was extraordinarily excited to go with her newly formed team of archaeologists. Her team was set to study a long-lost island off the coast of Bermuda.
Mercedes was a young woman of only eighteen, but she graduated early from highschool with the help of a new program the education system came up with. She was top of all her classes as well, but the one she excelled in most was History. Cedes loved history. The thrill of possibly finding something no one else has discovered before was better than sex in her eyes. Not that she had much sex, or rather, no sex at all. The teen, despite her curvaceous figure, was surprisingly still a virgin.
With her black, shoulder-length curly hair, beautiful face and lovely green eyes she was absolutely gorgeous. Of course most men rarely noticed her face as their eyes were almost always glued to her giant breasts. Cedes suffered from macromastia, a condition that made her tits grow extremely large. Her melons were sat a whopping double J cup. Accompanied with her smallish height of five foot ten inches she looked as though her massive jugs would surely cause her to topple over any time the poor girl stood up.
Her ass, though plump and well-shaped, was obviously smaller than her massive assets. The teen had to order special made bras just to be able to contain her monsters. So often she would go without wearing one. This caused her dark, small nipples to poke through her shirts any time it was slightly cold, or if she got overly excited, which was often in her profession.
A few semesters into college later, and she was offered a place on an archaeological mission to explore an island inside the fabled Bermuda Triangle. Though she was skeptical of all the disappearances and rumors surrounding the triangle, she still kept an open mind to the mysteries within.
Mercedes finished stuffing her bag and rushed for the door. She slung it open and failed to see John standing just outside. Cedes crashed into the skinny thirty something year old man and they both tumbled to the floor.
"Ouch! Oh my! I'm sorry John, are you okay?" she asked after lifting her head. John made some muffled reply as his head was stuffed deep inside her massive cleavage. He brought his hands up and placed them on each side of her huge bosom and squeezed her tits harder against his slightly pocked face.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?!" Cedes yelled as she looked at the groping taking place.
John took his hands and used his very limited strength to lift her up. Using her natural pillows as support, "Trying to get you off of me, clearly, as you can see," he said after lifting her boobs off of him. Her fleshy orbs molding around John's bony fingers as his hands looked as though they were being swallowed by her udders.
"Oh, right. Sorry about that." responded the teen as she lifted herself the rest of the way off her fellow archaeologist. John hesitated a bit as he felt his manhood pressing against his tan cargo shorts.
"Come on, is the van gassed up and ready?" asked Cedes as she grabbed her things. John regained his senses and got up and followed behind the busty teen with a quickened pace, "Yes, yes." John replied.
"Not that we needed much as the docks are only about a mile away from here." he added.
The pair were staying in a local motel. They had originally planned on going straight to the docks, but the boat's captain said he would not set sail until morning. Both Cedes and John thought the captain, named Richard Stevens, was a particularly odd fellow. He was a tall man of around six feet, but not a handsome man by any means.
He was very hairy. Captain Stevens sported a great big bushy grey beard. The old captain's face riddled with wrinkles and blemishes showcasing his age. He always wore his traditional seaman's hat, and a large black coat. With huge hands and an even larger gut, he was a very intimidating individual. The youthful teen wished they had a choice in whom was their navigator to this lost island. Sadly, this just wasn't in the cards for no one else would sail through the Triangle.
John and Cedes tossed their belongings in the back of their minivan, which looked as though it would break down at any moment, then took their seats upfront. John taking the driver's seat as the eighteen year old recently graduated college student sat on the passenger side.
The road wasn't long but extremely bumpy. This, of course, wasn't a problem for the thirty-two year old John as he enjoyed watching Cedes tits bounce in her olive-green tank top she wore. He often imagined shoving his cock into her ample cleavage and coating her jugs in his cum. John did count himself lucky as at least he got a quick feel of them back at the motel, and got away with it as well.
Mercedes was busy looking over her notes and information gathered about the island to notice her perverted partner getting a good, bouncy show as they rode towards the docks. She had heard of a story telling of vile abominations created by someone lurking on the lost landmass. Of course she was very skeptical of this. Cedes's theory was that this was misinformation and that perhaps if creatures did exist, they might be new species of animal. Which excited the teen.
Though her excitement could not compare to John's excitement as he watched her firm breasts bounce and shake and wobble about in her top. His eyes were glued to her assets so much that he began to drift the vehicle into the other lane, as another car was heading right for them. The other driver laid on his horn as the two were getting closer to crashing. This brought John back to reality as he looked up and quickly swerved back into his own lane.
The sudden motion caused both him and Cedes's bodies to lean from side to side. John instinctually threw his right arm up trying to hold the black teen in place. Once he hit the breaks and the van came to a stop, he took a moment to breath.
"What the hell happened, John?!" asked a flustered Mercedes. John took a moment to reply but eventually said, "I..uh... I thought I saw a squirrel in the road and moved to miss it? Yeah, that!"
Mercedes squinted at him then looked down to some odd pressure on her chest, "Um.. John.."
John looked over at her then followed her eyes down to her chest and saw that his hand was squeezing the teen's massive left tit.
"Oh! Shit, I'm so sorry, Cedes! I.. I was just trying to protect you, I guess." he stammered.
"You were trying to protect me by groping me?" she said now visibly annoyed.
"No! I..I..." John attempted to explain but the teen cut him off, "You're lucky I don't report you!"
"No! Don't do that, Mercedes! It was an accident I swear!" John now practically groveling to the busty babe. She took a long stern look at him then sighed, " Fine, now take your hand off my boob, pervert."
John quickly did so and again tried to apologize to her, though she didn't seem to want to hear anymore about the subject. The teen told him to get them to the docks as they were now running late. Those last few moments riding in the car seemed longer now that the atmosphere had become much more awkward.
The pair pulled into the dock and found it eerie. A very nice, brand new Benz was sat parked. The only other vehicle there. Stranger than that, only one boat sat docked. An older vessel with its white paint heavily faded. A name painted on the side, " The Lady." Cedes kept her eyes on the boat as John parked the van.
"Wow, spooky." said John. The teen nodded in agreement then both archaeologists got out and grabbed their equipment. They walked down the rickety dock, the boards seemed as though the planks would snap at any moment. "Where's the ship's captain?" asked Cedes.
"I think that's him, in the cabin. But the windows are so damn dirty I can't tell."
The hazy silhouette moved towards the cabin door. Turning the knob slowly, then the loud creaking sound of the old, rusty hinges echoed in the air as the door was pushed open. A man, burly and fat came walking out. "Y-Yeah, that's him." stammered John as he nearly dropped the bags. The mere sight of this huge being made him uneasy.
The captain turned to face them after taking a long drag of his cigar, "Ahoy! Ya must be the city folk needing passage to that 'ere island, ey?" His voice was deep and rough.
"Yes, that would be us!" Cedes called back to the captain. She and John made their way onboard the boat and set their equipment in the cabin. "That 'ere be a lot of gear I say." He said to them as John put away the last duffle bag, " Ey, but where be me manners? Captain Richard Stevens at ye service." Stevens reached out his hand to shake the young Mercede's own. She held out hers as well, "Hello, I'm Mercedes and that there is John.
"Ey! Good to meet ye both. Now settle in, it seems we got a bit of nasty weather ahead."
"Captain, is that your car parked over there?" asked the curious teen. Stevens shook his head, "That not be mine. That 'ere be some rich folk that set sail a few moments before us."
Mercedes pondered who also left and were they going to the same place. More than likely not.
