Snae Island

Derek took in Cecilia's beauty. He couldn't imagine getting over the feeling of pride every time he looked at her, and not as most people would. He was admiring her beauty for her beauty and not how envious, how jealous his friends, cousins, and other men in his life were. She was dancing with James Policy, his oldest friend and best man. He shook his head knowing that James' hands would be exploring more of the white satin wedding dress had he not been there. James was fascinated with married women, sleeping solely with females with rings on their fingers. As it was he could easily see the man had his crotch pressed hard against the bride's. 'Mental note, do not let James get time alone with Cecilia.'

Cecilia Banks, nee Collins, was from a middle-class family slated to go to the state university and he'd met her in an airport. He was flying from Tokyo to New York and had a layover at Sea-Tac. Normally he'd not have noticed any of the people around him but his dad's Bombardier Global 7500 jet had required maintenance and he'd been forced to fly first class with the rest of the cattle. He was on his way to one of the lounges to wait out the layover when his eyes caught a flash of gold. He did a double-take at first dismissing the girl as she was jammed between whom he assumed were her parents. He had to look again seeing the sun highlighting her pure golden tresses draped onto spectacular large creamy mounds.

He'd never once had to pick up a girl and this felt foreign, but then again he was flying commercial, and while not new was rare. Then he saw the package next to the girl's mother, Sterling Chocolates. He pulled out a card and came over to the trio, "Excuse me," he smiled at the family. I couldn't help noticing your chocolates. That's my...well, my family's company," he smiled. "I'd like to get your opinion on the flavor, texture, selection...perhaps suggest new varieties," he said as he held out his card.

Chuck Collins stood and put out his hand introducing himself, "And this is my wife Charlotte and our daughter Cecilia," he smiled, "I confess we rarely buy these, they're a luxury but honestly? Our favorite."

Charlotte smiled and nodded, "I'd say it's our once-a-year treat," she said, "then we ration them so," she picked up the half-pound box, "this will last us two weeks." she smiled. "Fabulous, especially the tri-layer," she blushed.

"Neither Dad nor I have ever tried one," Cecilia smiled, "but I'm partial to the dark chocolate mint coconut," she blushed shyly.

Up close, the girl was even more beautiful, spectacular. Her skin that he could see was flawless...her figure was lithe and athletic. Derek looked up at the board, "You are in the same boat I am. Long layover. I was on my way to the Club lounge. Join me?" he asked.

The trio nodded happily and looked at each other as if they'd won some incredible prize. They stood and gathered their bags, coats, and packages. Derek grabbed both women's suitcases and led them to the private elevator.

He smiled to himself. Had they been one gate farther down he'd never have seen this girl and though he didn't believe in fate he found himself thanking his luck. She was even better looking when standing and walking. She couldn't have been more than an inch shorter than his 6 feet and perfectly proportioned. He stood back as the elevator opened getting his first look at her ass. 'Fucking perfect,' he thought.

The Collins family got out and looked around. This was so much better than being elbow-to-elbow with hundreds of fellow passengers. They found a pair of plush couches set in an L and stashed their belongings against the wall.

"So, before I annoy you with my questions about the chocolates, can I ask where you're headed? On vacation? Perhaps some background?" he smiled, "Helps with the demographics." He noticed both Chuck and Charlotte were in great shape, still maintaining themselves, and had good genes. Charlotte was almost as beautiful as her daughter. She looked to be 40, 42 with a darker shade of blonde hair, nice breasts, and a toned body.

Chuck nodded, "Nothing much to say," he glanced at his family, "We're from outside of Philadelphia, Chadds Ford. Vacation, yes. Visiting Charlotte's parents for a week. Sorry. Pretty boring," he shrugged.

Derek laughed, "Family is rarely close to boring. Drinks?" he asked.

"You sure?" Chuck said tentatively. He looked at his wife as if checking their budget.

"On me, or truthfully, on the company," Derek chuckled.

Chuck looked relieved, "That's very kind of you. Beer is good for me and Char likes Chardonnay, but Cecilia is just 18."

"But you're her parent and if you..." Derek smiled. He looked at the girl, "Unless you prefer a Coke or something."

Cecilia shook her head and looked at her parents, "If you don't mind I'd like something, you know, like a margarita?" She smiled when her father nodded and looked at Derek. The man oozed something, charm, confidence, a masculine aura she'd rarely seen. "I'd like a margarita," she said happily.

They got their drinks then Derek quizzed them on what they liked and didn't like about the candies. He nodded and smiled hearing the only negative was the cost. "You have no idea," he sighed, "We have this exclusive series that goes for almost $1,000 a pound." He wasn't shocked to see their unbelieving looks or hear their gasps. He found he liked these people. They were honest, open, and perhaps the happiest people he'd ever met.

Derek pulled out an envelope from his inner pocket and handed it to the father, "12 coupons in here. Rerdeemable for 12 pounds of chocolates, and yes, even the Trouffant Collection. I really appreciate your feedback and we'll look into Scotch Cream recipes," he smiled, "I wish I'd thought of that," he held up his glass of single malt. He looked at Cecilia thinking he couldn't let the chance pass, "I hate to be forward and I know I'm, what? 14 years older than you but I'd like to take you to dinner sometime. There's a restaurant in the City that makes the most incredible Chateaubriand," he said uneasily. This was new. He'd never felt fear of rejection and wondered about this new strange thing.

"I'm sorry, I have a boyfriend," the girl said then made a small choking sound, "the City? New Your City?" she asked.

"Dear, Billy isn't really serious, is he?" Charlotte asked.

Derek nodded, "Yes, Lower East Side. I have a plane," he said simply, "it's at Teterboro. It's what? An hour hop? I can have you home by midnight," he said.

Chuck shook his head, "Look honey, if you say no you'll regret it for the rest of your life. I'm sure Billy will understand." He looked at Derek, "Can I have your word you'll be a gentleman and take care of my baby girl?"

"Dad!" Cecilia sighed, "I'd love to." She turned to her father, "Not every man wants...you know." She looked at Derek and held out her hand, "Give me your phone."

He called her a week later. He flew into New Castle Air Base and had a limo ready. He climbed out of the car and gasped.

Cecilia looked like a goddess. She'd outdone herself. This might have been a knockoff designer dress, but the cut, satin fabric, and fit looked like she was coming down the runway. He saw the curtains in the living room part as the parents watched their daughter walk down the front walk.

Derek met her and kissed her knuckles, "You look beautiful," he said. "I must be getting old since I'd forgotten how amazing you look."

He was a man of his word and right as the clock above the mantle struck 12, Chuck saw the headlights. He looked out and saw the good-looking man help his daughter out of the limo. Both were smiling and it made him feel good seeing Cecilia simply kiss the man on the cheek before coming back up the walk.

6 months later, Derek shocked his friends and family by asking Cecilia to marry him. It wasn't a total shock as he'd not dated any other woman since he'd taken Cecilia to dinner. His days of going out once with a woman and moving on to the next were over. He was hooked.

* * *

The wedding reception wound down and Cecilia's feet were throbbing which almost distracted her from the feelings between her legs. She was not a virgin but there was sexual tension between her and Derek all night. They'd decided to abstain for the week before their wedding and while she knew that Derek had one last carnal fling with strippers that James had hired, she'd resisted even touching her stripper's huge cock. All night and all day flashes of the long hose dangling obscenely from the man's crotch popped into her head. She felt a rush remembering his leer as he looked down at her in her chair stroking his cock to full tumescence. Then dancing with all of Derek's friends and family members, all ground their packages against her. She was more than ready for Derek's cock.

Leslie, her Maid of Honor led her back to her changing room. "Someone's going to get lucky tonight," the cute redhead smiled. "I hope you're prepared to get speared," she chuckled.

"Derek and I already..." Cecilia smiled.

"I know, but this will be Cecilia Banks losing her virginity, and," she smiled, "first time without a rubber. You're going to get barebacked for the first time in your life," she giggled. Leslie and Cecilia had been friends since they defended each other from the Donald twins in kindergarten. Those two boys hated girls and set their sights on the cute blonde and redhead but found themselves in the nurse's station instead. Both girls were sent home but thought it was more a reward than a punishment.

"I, on the other hand," Leslie smiled, "still have Bulldog's cum inside me."

"What kind of name is Bulldog, anyhow?" Cecilia said as she pulled off her dress. She looked in the mirror at her near-naked body. The wedding dress wasn't designed for a bra and all she had on was a thin lacy thong. She looked at her friend and sighed, "I hope he doesn't get bored with me, I mean James told me Derek has slept with...sorry, done over 100 women."

Leslie sighed, came over, and put her arms around her friend, "and once he'd done you he forgot all about those other women," he said. She hefted her friend's breasts, "Hell, I totally forgot Brad's name the first time you and I got naked..."

"You're sweet, but you know we didn't do anything so quit reminiscing about it," Cecilia said as she turned her head and kissed her friend, "but no one can stay happy with the same-ole, same-ole," she sighed. "Stop that, you know Derek's waiting," she closed her eyes as Leslie kissed the back of her neck while gently pulling on her nipples.

Leslie stepped back, "I thought it was strange that Billy showed up. I had no idea you invited him."

Cecilia grabbed a bra and slipped it on, "It was a courtesy, never expected him to come to this, but it was good to see him," she sighed.

The day after Derek had flown her to the City for dinner, Billy confronted her in the hallway accusing her of whoring herself out to some rich guy. He didn't believe her when she protested they never even held hands or kissed. When Billy first asked her out, she was surprised he'd even noticed her. He was the starting QB and was dating a cheerleader. On the first date they'd gone to dinner then he'd driven up to the park outside of town saying he liked the views. She didn't have much time to take them in as he'd kissed her almost immediately his hands on her large breasts. Then he pushed her head onto his cock he somehow pulled out of his pants. She was barely over 18 and had never sucked cock but she seemed to do it right as he soon came in her mouth.

She'd thought that would be it, but as he dropped her off he asked her out the following weekend. That was similar except this time he fingered her as she sucked his cock. Ironically, it was on the third date she'd lost her virginity...ironic as her mother stressed that girls who put out on the first date get to be labeled as sluts. 'Wait until the third date,' she'd urged. At least Billy agreed to use a condom, though he'd initially whined about it. She wondered how the boy could have lasted more than 20 seconds without a condom as he came inside her in just over two minutes with one.

Derek had been nothing but gentlemanly and it was Cecilia who made the first real move. They'd kissed, but nothing more. On the fifth date, Cecilia had pulled Derek's hand between her legs and moaned in his mouth as he found her pantiless crotch. Their 90-minute love-making session was incredible and Cecilia finally had an orgasm with a man.

"Soooo, are you going to tell me where you're going on your honeymoon," Leslie asked.

Cecilia shook her head, "Derek never told me but," she went over to her bag and pulled out two strings with micro-triangular pieces of fabric, "Rio? He asked me what languages I learned and if I knew Portuguese."

Leslie nodded, "That sounds about right, though there are countries around the world. Isn't Macau one of them?" she asked.

Cecilia shrugged, "I took French and Spanish so I downloaded one of those language training courses for Portuguese. Olá, como vai?" she smiled. She looked at her best friend feeling a future loss as she'd be moving to Connecticut after her honeymoon.

"I love you so much and I'll miss you," Leslie said as she teared up. Her personal rock for 14 years was going away.

* * *

Cecilia had been right. They flew into Rio and a large sailing yacht was waiting for them. There had to be some providence as she was named Cecilia. She was told it was the captain's mother's name. She was thrilled having mentioned just once to Derek that she loved sailing but never had much opportunity to do it. He'd chartered the most beautiful boat he'd ever seen and they planned on touring the coast of South America, heading south from Rio. She found her month of Portuguese classes had paid off as she was far from fluent but was able to communicate with periodic lookups.

They climbed aboard after enjoying Rio for a couple of days and met the four-man crew. They seemed experienced and were fluent in English which was a relief to both. They were shown where the life preservers and the lifeboat were, instructions for notifying Marinha do Brazil, the Brazilian Navy. Along the long seating areas aft, there were cubbies with first aid kits, signal flare guns, and various tool kits. They found their quarters spacious and comfortable.

They stood on deck breathing in the sweet sea air as they watched the skyline disappear over the horizon. Soon they were out at sea and Cecilia smiled and looked at her husband...she still had to tell herself this incredible man was her HUSBAND! She kissed him then went below to change into her tiny bikini. She came back up a few minutes later which caused the crew and Derek to stop what they were doing and study her perfect form.

Cecilia lay on the foredeck sunning herself seemingly oblivious to the lustful looks from the captain at the helm and the crew. Derek spent as much time with the captain as he could so he could learn as much about sailing as possible. His father was a powerboat man and thought sailboats were for sissies, but Derek was fascinated by the power of the weather being harnessed.

Every night the captain pulled out a rum that was 84% alcohol but after one sip both Derek and Cecilia shook their heads. Neither the laughter nor the teasing budged them. Derek suspected the men didn't care if Cecilia got drunk as long as they got him drunk. They were far from subtle in the way they looked at the spectacular blonde American. He'd never been a big drinker so it didn't bother him hearing them suggest he wasn't a man. Then the couple retired to their berth and tried to be as quiet as possible, but every morning they knew by the looks they weren't fully successful. Derek didn't like those looks but Cecilia shrugged them off. She'd lived with those looks for years and it seemed to validate something she saw in herself and gave her a slight tingle realizing if given the slightest opening she had no chance against the five men.

A week into the cruise, they were passing a dark massive cloud to the east. Cecilia was again sunning herself on the foredeck now relaxed enough that she removed her top, though she was on her stomach. The captain was letting Derek take the helm while the crew found reasons to check the jib or jib stays.

"What's that?" Derek asked pointing to the cloud mass. There's no storm brewing, is there?"

The captain shook his head, "Forbidden" he shook his head, "No one has ever landed there and come back. They say the island is filled with the worst venomous snakes in the world. My uncle tried to find out what was there and neither he nor his five-man crew survived. Months later, they found three of their naked bodies. The coroner said they had dozens of snake bites all over their bodies. Five months later his boat was found off the coast of Guyana." He tapped the chart, "The cartographers show there's just a small rocky island, but I heard it's massive. Too bad about the snakes, though," he smiled.

Derek nodded, "OK, let's not go there. I'm sorry about your uncle and his men, though." He looked out and thought he could see a high mountain peak peek out above the clouds.

The captain laughed, "He was a degenerado...bastard...and it was...what? 20 years ago?"

"Still, sounds like a horrific death." He whipped his head toward the foredeck hearing Cecilia yell out.

Two of the crew were kneeling by his wife and were trying to turn her over. The girl was fighting back but rough hands had torn off her bottoms and were grabbing her breasts.

Derek let go of the helm but was roughly restrained by the captain. The other two crewmen rushed up from below and they soon had Derek thrown overboard. They laughed as they watched the American disappear behind the fast-moving boat.

Cecilia screamed seeing her husband splash into the churning waters and felt her world stop. The realization that she'd be raped and when they were done, dispose of her just like they did to her husband rushed through her head. Hands, fingers, and mouths were all over her, roughly squeezing, penetrating, and hurting her. Their breaths stunk of stale rum and even staler cigarettes. Derek had started to swim after the boat but soon he was a black dot on the receding waves. She quit fighting and went limp feeling total resignation that her life was over. She let herself be carried aft where the captain was leering as he pulled off his clothes.

The crewman carrying her threw her down onto the padded bench and then yanked down his pants. He'd never seen a more beautiful woman in his life and he grew up in Rio. He'd worked at the resorts, the bars, and on the beaches so he had seen thousands of beauties but this blonde was a full step above any he'd seen before. Massive tits, shaved pussy, long legs. Too bad the bitch wasn't a virgin.

Cecilia scrabbled back knowing it was useless. Then her back hit the backrest and her hand felt the emergency flare gun. She pulled it out and pointed it at the man's crotch and pulled the trigger. There was a loud bang followed by a scream as the flaming shell ripped into the man's belly. He staggered back and fell down the hatchway. His crewmates turned in horror seeing his lower abdomen spurting flame. Cecilia never hesitated in the sudden confusion and jumped up, and dove off the stern. She was a strong swimmer and the equatorial water was warm. She never looked back as she powerfully swam to where she'd last seen her husband. They would most likely drown, but at least they'd be together.

Derek was treading water watching the sailboat speed off and saw his naked struggling wife. He wanted to cry knowing he was going to drown and his wife most likely would be repeatedly raped and then tossed overboard when they were done with her. The thought of drowning didn't bother him but the image of his wife having such a terrible fate made him scream out in frustration. Then he heard the shot followed by someone diving overboard. It had to be her. He started swimming again wanting to be with his wife, holding each other until they both drowned.