We'd been looking forward to this vacation for a long time. My husband Jack and I are in the Caribbean, with reservations to rent a sailboat with crew and just go lazing around from island to island, not lifting a finger except to order a drink, swimming off the boat when it anchored in remote and warm lagoon waters...the whole tropical trip.
We've only been married for a year, so this is a kind of second honeymoon. We're hoping to fix the fact that our sex life is severely lacking: I was a virgin when we married, and so far I've never had an orgasm. Not for lack of trying: I love Jack; he's big and tall and blond, well muscled from the gym, any woman would want him to make love to her. But however much I want him to, he can't seem to get me off. Well, maybe this vacation will help: no pressure, no work, just us mostly naked all the time in the sun and surf and warm tropical nights.
So imagine our shock and surprise when we are told, very apologetically, that the boat we had rented had run aground two days ago and was unsailable, and the small boat rental company on the tiny island didn't have another they could let us have.
"We are so sorree," says the charming Frenchwoman behind the desk. "Perhaps a refund? I could book you into one of the island 'otels we also manage, upgrade you to a pretty cottage?"
Her tall, handsome husband, the owner of the rental company, comes out of the rear office to help persuade us, and I can't help but notice how he seems to be staring right through my thin cotton minidress, right through to my naked skin...
But we don't want a refund, we want our sailing holiday. Then a man who'd been reading a brochure over by the door chimes in. "I couldn't help but overhear. We rented the last boat just now, and it's far too large for just us. Would you possibly consider joining my wife and me aboard? We'd love to have the company."
Jack and I look at each other, then at the Frenchwoman. "Would that be possible?" asks Jack.
So it seems. She cheers right up. "Ah, oui, bien sur! And I will give a generous discount to you both. Merci, madame, messieurs!"
Ten minutes late, Jack and I are walking with Brian and his wife, Kathy, to the dock where a lovely blue-hulled sailboat is tied up, the Charming Molly. Indeed too large for two people: it looks able to sail a dozen, plus crew. We go on board, with two young boys bringing our luggage after us. Brian invites us to change and join him and Kathy for drinks on the deck.
Jack and I go below, to our spacious cabin, and he's into his surf shorts in about ten seconds and back upstairs. I change into one of the bikinis I've brought, and look at myself in the mirror, pleased at what I see—Kathy is a slim, tiny, freckle-faced redhead, really pretty, but I don't have to feel ashamed a bit by comparison. I'm 23, about five-seven, slender without being skinny, taut-muscled from the gym. I have big breasts for my slimness, 36D's, and I cup them now in both hands, thinking how good Jack's hands always feel on them. I touch my pussy: his hands feel good here too. Pity even a cock the size of his can't get me off. Well, maybe that'll change here, even if the cruise won't be exactly what we planned... I brush out my mid-back-length thick blond hair, and go back up on deck.
The crew of four works around us to bring us out of the harbor, and once beyond the sheltering headlands the big sails fill and the Charming Molly starts to skim over the waves. Brian, Kathy, Jack and I all discuss our travels, and we thank them over and over for inviting us to share the boat. Brian serves us cold drinks and warm canapés, and we lie back in lounge chairs, enjoying the breeze. The boat skirts the beautiful jungly coast, and after about two hours' sailing we anchor in a sheltered, deserted lagoon, so we can scuba dive.
After four tropical fruit punches, though, I've developed a headache and feel a little dizzy , so I make my excuses and go below to our cool, dark cabin, where I strip off my bikini and lie down for a nap; I'll be okay by dinnertime. I drift off, lulled by the gentle motion of the boat.
Suddenly I wake up to a hand over my mouth and a man's body on top of me. "Don't scream, Julie," he says in a commanding voice. "I don't want to hurt you. But I'm going to fuck you, whether you want me to or not. Jack's gone off scuba diving with the others, the crew too, so no one's around to help you anyway. Understand?"
From the voice I can tell it's Brian, and I know he means what he says. He's a big guy, even bigger than Jack, and if he wants to take me by force there's nothing I can do about it. Still...
I start to struggle, and he laughs. "Good! I like a slut with some fight in her!"
I manage to get out from under him, but he throws me back on the bed and pins my legs, kneeling on them. I'm still fighting him, but he quickly ties my hands above my head with my string bikini bra, fastening them to the bulkhead. Then he secures my ankles to each side of the bed with the thong bikini bottom and a scarf he finds on the floor, so that I'm spread-eagled naked, completely helpless.
"Very nice," he says, running his hands over my naked body. "You looked great wearing that bikini, but you look even better tied up with it. You're a delicious piece of fuckmeat, and I'm going to prove that to you. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging me for more."
"My husband will kill you for raping me—"
"Will he? I had a long talk with him after you came down here. Men tell each other things when they're drunk and drugged...I hear he's never been able to get you off. Well, I noticed he's got a more than ample package, so obviously the problem is you. And with a body like yours, there shouldn't even be any problem. So let's see what we can do about it."
I'm still struggling against the bindings as he stands up and takes off his surf shorts, and I can't help it: I gasp at the sight of his cock. Jack's big, but Brian is... "That'll never fit in me!" I blurt out.
He laughs again. "Sure it will, honey. It's going to fit in every hole you've got. You're not a tiny little thing like Kathy...that pretty pussy of yours can take it, for sure. Now let's get down to business. I've been wanting to fuck you from the moment Danielle and Yves—the French couple who run the boat company—and I tricked you onto the boat."
"Tricked us—"
"Oh Julie, didn't you think the whole thing was awfully convenient? No boat for you, a generous couple with a kind offer? No, we planned all this as soon as we saw you. Yves and Danielle came along; you just didn't see them on board, but you will later. Oh, by the way, Jack's not off scuba diving, actually. He's in another cabin at the other end of the boat doing some double muff diving; Kathy and Danielle were happy to get him out of our way, and he was happy to be, ah, persuaded. Especially with the Viagra I put in his drink, to go with the drug I put in yours. I'm sure they'll teach him a few things to do to women that he'll be glad to learn... Anyway, we've got plenty of time, and we're going to use it. And I'm going to use you."
I try to twist my hips to get away from his touch, but I can't; I'm perfectly bound. He starts by sucking my nipples, circling my tits with his tongue, biting them. Then he tongues my ears, delicately rimming, biting my lobes, pushing his tongue inside. He moves down my neck, biting and kissing as he goes. He buries his face in my taut belly, then moves down to my mound, his fingers playfully tugging on my blond pubic hair.
