Voyage To Submission

by Mlyn Hurn

  “Oh God! Jack!” Andy cried out. Her body was still primed and eager for his touch. With his mouth lightly sucking on her skin, his fingers quickly brought her to orgasm once more. This time as he moved over her, she didn’t stop him. In fact, she spread her thighs wide, welcoming him. She felt his cock brush against her, easing past and beyond her fleshy, swollen pussy. For a moment, she wished it were his bare flesh entering her body. And then, his hips moved and he thrust inside her completely.

  Andy groaned as she felt him filling her body with his hardness. She kept her eyes closed, not sure why…maybe it was fear? A moment later, she felt Jack’s lips at the side of her neck, kissing her, sucking on her skin gently. The slight growth of beard was oddly exciting and erotic. All the things she experienced overwhelmed her. Somehow, she guessed she should probably be doing something… Otherwise he would guess she had zip…zero…nada experience since the one and only time with him.

  Lifting her gaze, her hands moved up his arms, over his shoulders, slowly absorbing the warmth of his flesh against her palms. Slipping one hand down, she curved her fingers inwards as her palm covered his taut nipple. Squeezing, she rubbed back and forth, wondering if his nipple would be as sensitive as hers. Moving her fingers, she began circling and then flicking back and forth across the tip.

  Jack’s groan told her he liked it, so she continued to bedevil the nipple, lastly rubbing the nub with her flattened fingers. She altered the speed and then used her fingernails.

  “God! Yes!” Jack said hoarsely, and paused to ease away just enough to wiggle his fingertip onto her clit. “Come for me, Andy. I want to feel you squeezing…come on, baby. Let yourself go.”

  Andy was sure he almost said something more graphic. She wanted to feel her cunt sucking and squeezing his cock dry. But she didn’t think she’d be able to tell him that. Sure, she’d written it plenty of times and said it in her mind. She flexed her hips and tightened her muscles. Jack’s moan told her she’d been successful. A moment later, she didn’t care.

  Her hips jerked hard once, and before it happened again, Jack was thrusting in and out of her quickly, speeding up his motions as her contractions increased. Gasping, she closed her eyes, focusing on the fireworks going off inside. The wildfire rushed through her even as she felt Jack’s cock filling her completely. Unbidden came the thought that she wondered what it would be like if he came inside her, without a condom.

  God! She was turned on by the thought and acted instinctively. Lifting her thighs she wrapped them around Jack’s and tilted her hips to meet his thrusts inside of her. Recalling some of her writing research, she tightened those Kegal muscles, which she’d assiduously tightened for years. Holding the constriction, she felt him pulling against the friction. A moment later, she heard a noise. It was something between a groan and a sigh, almost painful. Suddenly, he changed his movements, stiffening and pushing as deeply inside her as possible.

  * * * * *

  Jack shuddered as he lost control and climaxed within Andy’s body. His hips jerked forward a few more times, and then he pulled free of her body and rolled to the side. He wanted to pull off the used rubber, but he was sure Andy was pretty much as inexperienced as when he’d last seen her. Turning his head, he saw her eyes were closed, so he murmured quietly as he moved off the bed. “I’ll be right back, honey.”

  In the bathroom, he closed the door slightly and discarded the condom. Turning on the water in the sink, he peed standing at the toilet. Looking around, he noticed the marble room was beyond impressive. His family had always had money, so he was used to nice things. But this suite went beyond a nice stateroom for a cruise. In fact, he’d almost booked a stateroom for himself, but had decided against it, not sure how the other guys might take it. Or what he’d do when they asked if they could bring a woman back there for some privacy. The five of them would be a little crowded in the adjoining staterooms, but the travel agent had kept saying once on a cruise most people are rarely in their rooms.

  Flushing the toilet, Jack moved over to the sink. He took a moment to wash up and then used a little of Andy’s toothpaste on his finger. When he’d been buried inside the sweet inferno of her body, he’d realized he had not yet kissed her, not a really deep, soul-searching kiss. His one and only goal for the first night on board, other than talking and setting everything right between them. Well, he was a little behind schedule in some ways, and ahead in others.

  Turning from the sink, he ran his fingers through his hair, smoothing it back. Her lips had been something he’d often thought about. She had a kissable mouth. Opening the door slowly, he anticipated stepping out of the light flowing from the bathroom, and looking at Andy’s naked body, sprawled the way he’d left her. As he’d gotten out of the bed, he had looked back. Despite the dim light, he had seen the way her thighs were parted and her pussy lips were still puffy and slightly reddened. Her breasts, two truly magnificent mountains in his opinion, were definitely going to require infinite study and perusal.

  Abruptly, he stopped. Stepping completely out of the light, he verified the bed was empty. Damn! Where had Andy gone? Glancing around, at first he didn’t see anything until his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Then he noticed the sheer curtains covering the long bank of windows were now blowing gently. Moving quickly, he crossed the room. The sliding door was only open a few inches. Carefully, he slid it open all the way. At first he didn’t see her, and then he realized her deck was a lot bigger than the one in the cabins he shared with the guys. Turning, he walked around the curve and saw Andy stood at the deck rail, naked.

  Against the starry sky, she could have been a mermaid who’d just come ashore during high tide. There was a slight breeze and while it wasn’t cold, he doubted few people would be walking on the observation decks without a light jacket or sweater.

  “Did you never wonder why I stopped you that night, after letting things go so far? Or did you figure I was just being a tease?”

  Jack was surprised because he thought that Andy hadn’t heard him come out onto the deck. Of course he didn’t have to ask her what night, but before he could reply, she went on.

  “I forgot fat girls never get to flirt, so how could I possibly have learned to tease?”

  Jack started towards her, speaking as he moved across the deck. “I knew you weren’t teasing, sweetheart.” Standing beside her at the railing, he hesitated touching her. “I figured I’d scared you.”

  “Ha!”

  The last thing he expected was to hear her laugh.

  Turning her head, she saw the surprise on his face. “Sorry, Jack.”

  “Maybe we should go back inside, sweetheart.”

  Andy shook her head. If she was going to say this, it had to be out here in the dark, where he wouldn’t be able to see her face clearly. Taking a deep breath, she spoke again. “I heard you guys talking the night before you asked me on our one and only date.”

  Silence reigned between them for several long moments. Immediately, Andy guessed Jack would not have remembered that conversation because undoubtedly the guys had discussed the subject before. To him it wasn’t anything special or life-altering, like it had been for her. Clearing her throat, she went on.

  “Spring break, remember? Our last year in school and we stayed at your parents’ house. We were all so excited to have eleven days away from school, campus and stress.” Andy paused, taking a deep breath. “God! It was so beautiful there. Do you remember, Jack? The weather was perfect, almost as if it knew how important it was to us.” Beside her, she felt Jack shift his feet.

  Then he answered, “Yeah, I remember that vacation. We all had a hell of a time.”

  Andy laughed for a moment. “You guys were all sitting on the deck. I woke up and stumbled downstairs in the dark. I was just ready to call out or put on the light when I realized what you were talking about. I heard you volunteer to take the ‘duffer’ out.” Andy looked towards Jack as she spoke the word “duffer”. It took a few seconds and then she saw as he reme
mbered. He might not remember the exact conversation that night, but he damn well recalled the meaning of that word.

  “Andy,” Jack started to speak.

  She shook her head. “You don’t have to say anything. I went out with you knowing why you’d asked me. I was ready to have sex with you, too, in spite of what I’d heard you all saying the previous night. Part of me was desperate to take whatever little crumbs you were willing to give me. Even though I knew I was the booby prize, or the ‘duffer’. I was so confused and I had no one to talk to. My best friend was in on the con game, so I couldn’t ask him for help.”

  A short sharp laugh escaped from her tight throat. “I often wondered what advice you would have given me, if I’d used a hypothetical situation. Would you have told me to have higher ideals or take what I could get? Translation—I’d be lucky to get anyone to fuck me. But then I realized I deserved better. That’s why I stopped you.”

  “You mean better than me?”

  Andy turned to face Jack, the hoarseness in his voice telling her that he quite possibly had not understood. “Not better than you, Jack, just better than being a duffer getting pity sex. I’m just sorry I let it get that far.”

  “Andy, I never thought of you like that.”

  She didn’t want to hear him pretend he had cared for her back then. Nothing could change the past, and she had come to bury the past completely. Stirring up old emotions, or discovering something new which could open old wounds would only make it difficult to finally leave it all behind her. She reminded herself once more that finding happily ever after on a cruise only happened in romance novels or on The Love Boat. This was neither. It was just her sad, lonely life.

  Damn it all! She rubbed her hands across her cheeks, trying to dry away the tears. As long as she knew he had used her for his own needs, or to help his friends, that night, she knew she could get through this. “We should probably go back inside. Perhaps I could find that brandy and offer you another drink.”

  Andy turned and walked back into the bedroom, leaving Jack to close the door behind them. Going into the bathroom, she splashed some water on her face and then looked at her reflection. Her eyes were the same, despite running mascara, but few people recognized her from the past. Inside, the fat girl still surfaced sometimes, but she’d worked very hard to expose and face her inner turmoil.

  Quickly, she decided to take a shower. Walking to the bathroom door, she saw Henderson had hung one of the lovely negligee outfits she’d splurged on for the cruise. Smiling, she shouted out the door. “You can dress and go downstairs, Jack. I’ll be down in a few minutes.”

  Jack had been gathering his clothes when Andy called out to him. Before he could answer, she closed the door. He only had time for one step towards the bathroom when he heard the key turning in the lock. His shoes fell from his hand as he dealt with the decisive way Andy dismissed him. Walking to the bed, he sat on the bench at the foot of it.

  He had sensed when she’d spoken about offering him a drink she’d started to say something else. But now that she’d told him to dress and leave the bedroom, there was no doubt she wanted him to leave. The sound of water caught his attention and he realized Andy was taking a shower. He smiled as he remembered the quick look he’d given at the shower. It had a built-in seat and easily Jack imagined walking into the bathroom and joining Andy.

  He got hard as he mentally ran his hands over Andy’s wet skin. Her new sassy, shorter haircut left her nape free. Closing his eyes, he could see his fingers rubbing up and down the super-short hairs, and then he could press kisses to her nape as he caressed his way down her back, gliding inwards at the curve of her waist before he cupped her ass cheeks. The water allowed his body to slide against her as he pulled her backwards. Andy would shift her thighs when he pressed his hard rod between her rounded fleshy globes. Turning them, he’d tell her lift one foot onto the seat. With one hand cupping her tit the other slipped down to cup her mound. Wiggling his fingers, he eased inside to find her clit.

  Jack heard the water turning off and it ended his reverie. He could get in bed and demand she talk to him, or grab his clothes and finish dressing downstairs. That way, he might retain a little dignity. Quickly, he picked up the rest of his stuff and took the stairs two at a time. He’d barely finished buttoning his shirt when a noise caused him to turn his head. Since he’d turned on a few lights, he easily saw Andy as she descended the curving stairs.

  Wearing a long nightgown and matching negligee in a golden chocolate color, he noticed how smoothly she moved. Her hair was freshly combed, but he could see it was a little damp at the edges. She hadn’t closed the negligee and it flowed backwards as she moved. The gown was all silky fabric except for the golden lace covering her breasts.

  “Did you look for the brandy yet?” Andy asked with a smile as she reached the bottom step.

  “Uh, no, not yet.”

  Andy wasn’t sure if she was glad to find Jack still here. Suddenly, she was assailed with doubts over what had just happened. Maybe she should have just kept her mouth shut and never told him she knew about the past? But suddenly the past and the present were getting tangled and she found herself thinking about a future, one with Jack in it.

  Sighing heavily, she walked over and sat on the sofa. “I should order some ice cream,” she spoke quietly, half to herself.

  Jack walked over. “What is the ice cream for?”

  Andy looked up at him and felt really awful all of a sudden. Tears filled her eyes before she even realized she was going to cry. It was too late to do anything else, so she let the sob escape. At least, she’d washed off her makeup so it couldn’t run, she thought, sniffling loudly. If anything would end this evening quickly, she had no doubt tears would have Jack running for the door.

  A couple more seconds passed, she rubbed her eyes with her fingers. Sniffling real loud, she looked up, expecting to be alone.

  Instead, Jack was still there, only he was now holding out a handful of tissues.

  Gingerly, she accepted them. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome, and I’m not leaving until we talk,” he added.

  She jerked her head back up to look at him.

  Jack grinned. He ignored her sniffle and went on. “Yup. I’m not budging, Andy, until we talk this all out.”

  Andy tried to stand, but he was faster and pushed her back down.

  “Hey!”

  “You aren’t running away this time.”

  Something in his words scared her. “Uhm, Jack—”

  “Yes?” he asked, not moving an inch.

  “You don’t owe me anything.”

  “I know I don’t.”

  Andy folded her arms across her stomach. “That means I don’t expect you to hang around. I thought guys liked to leave after sex. Don’t you want to go to sleep?”

  “And am I to assume you are planning on staying up all night?”

  “No, of course not. I just meant if you hadn’t gotten up, I would have turned towards you to…you know, hug.”

  “Cuddle, you mean?”

  “Well, yes. I assumed you didn’t want to.”

  “I said I was coming right back. I know I wasn’t gone more than three minutes, tops.”

  “Perhaps, but you still left.”

  Jack moved so fast, Andy gasped. He pulled her upright and held her tight against him. “I had to get rid of the damned condom.” He shoved one hand into her hair, holding her face so she couldn’t look away. “If I had come inside you, Andy, we’d still be in that bed. I would not have pulled out, but kept my cock buried in your hot, sweet pussy. I’d keep all my seed plugged up in your cunt for as long as possible. Only once it was too soft to stay there, would I pull away from you. Then I would lie at your side, sliding my hand down over your gorgeous bald mound, dipping my fingers into your honey pot. As our juices leaked out, I’d take a little and smear it over your sensitive little clit and slightly swollen pussy lips.”

  He slid one thigh between hers. “
Just when your breathing finally slowed down, I’d play with your clit and pussy until you came again. When I was sure you were ready, I’d put my cock back inside you, and pump you full once more with my baby-making seed.”

  Andy gasped. She couldn’t help it. His words were raising primal feelings deep inside her. She felt her womb contract almost as if it were accepting his seed, ready to nurture a child. Her knees were close to buckling.

  “Now, should I go, or do you want to go back upstairs?”

  Andy lifted her hand and pointed upwards with her index finger. She saw Jack grin as he turned her and they walked back upstairs.

  Chapter Eight

  Upstairs, Andy slipped off the robe and slid into bed wearing the negligee. Behind her, she heard Jack moving around, and scooted to the far side of the bed. She saw him walk to the bathroom, his naked backside highlighted for a few seconds until he turned out the light. She could tell he was doing something, but she wasn’t sure what. Then the bed shifted as he eased in next to her. Since it was a queen-size bed, lying next to her still allowed some space between them. Jack reached over and scooped Andy towards him. He eased her into his arms, her head resting against his upper chest. His hand lightly caressed the upper part of her arm.

  Neither spoke as they lay together. Andy listened to Jack’s beating heart beneath her ear, calmed by it and the rhythmic movement of his chest. She hadn’t really wanted him to leave and when he had spoken those sweetly erotic words downstairs—

  She couldn’t stop the restless movement of her legs, one of which bumped into his. Instead of stopping, she ran her foot up and down his shinbone, feeling the slight rasp of hair. Part of her wanted to spill her guts, and the other part told her to hold back and wait. What she did know was the need growing inside her had everything to do with the man beside her. Slowly, she twisted a little further over him and began lightly running her fingers across his left nipple. When he sighed, she pushed down so she could kiss the closest one.