My nipples hardened, and my breathing got shallow, so I pushed away, laughing.
“Wow! That’s really something else!” I said.
“But, Kevin, it’s late. I’m a bit tired. Maybe we should get together tomorrow?” I asked.
“As you wish, dear Rachel,” he said.
His sharp brown eyes peered at me, intently, as if he were studying something very delicate and rare.
I thought I saw an imperceptible nod, and a small grin, but it was gone in an instant.
Then, he looked out to sea.
He didn’t look hurt, just bemused.
Not wanting to seem too eager, I didn’t offer to invite him in for a nightcap.
“Kevin, I like you,” I told him.
He turned to hold me, and we hugged tightly.
I could feel his raw animal passion.
My pussy was twitching, but I wasn’t quite ready to give it free reign.
“I really, really do,” and kissed him again.
“But, I need just a little more time, okay?” I said.
My eyes looked at his, searching for some clue that he was angry or disappointed.
He smiled, even white teeth shining against the black backdrop of the night sky.
“It has always been your prerogative, Rachel, and your decision, as to when and whom you choose to be with, and I respect that,” he said.
I felt some relief, but also a bit of disappointment.
Maybe he didn’t like me?
Maybe he saw I was only using him?
I didn’t know, but before I could speak again, he stepped away, and held my hand.
“May I have the pleasure of your company at breakfast, then?” he asked.
I stepped close again, and raised my head up and kissed him again.
“Absolutely, lover,” I hinted.
“Then, I will meet you at the foredeck, at oh-nine-hundred hours! Good evening, dear Rachel!” he said, and then he actually bowed.
As we had a few more days on the cruise, I thought fucking Kevin would literally be the perfect climax to this part of the trip.
And then, I could leave him, and move on with my life.
Simple sex, no commitments.
No responsibilities.
No regrets.
I would use Kevin, and he’d enjoy it.
What more could there be to it than that?
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But, when I went to bed, I only dreamed of Bone.
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The next morning, after a quick breakfast (oh-nine-hundred, sharp!), I set about figuring out the logistics of fucking Kevin.
I’d managed to shove my doubts way down inside, and my animal lust was starting to get me going in the right direction, at last.
I would fuck Kevin, then ditch him. Maybe I’d call him. Maybe.
Kevin left to attend to some manner of business, after he had kissed me softly on the cheek.
I mentally reviewed the breakfast, trying to gauge my feelings about the situation.
We’d been non-committal while we ate, chatting about nothing.
I’d rubbed my feet along his leg, under the table.
At one point, I reached over and gave him a friendly squeeze.
He wasn’t Bone, but he was definitely packing.
He blushed and laughed good-naturedly, then gave me a light kiss.
One of the ship’s crew came by, whispered in his ear, and that’s when Kevin had excused himself.
I watched him go, and realized that he was handsome, and also marriage material.
Just not for me.
Maybe someday.
But, not yet.
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We had another dinner, and this time, Kevin did ask to come in for a moment.
“Rachel, do I sense something here?” he asked.
“What do you mean,” I asked.
I felt panicked.
“You seem preoccupied. In a woman, especially one as lovely as you, that is normally a red flag, from my experience,” he said.
“May I come in and sit? I only wish to ask you a question or two?” he asked.
He took off his hat.
“Are you married?” he asked flatly.
“No, and I never have been, either,” I said.
Please, please don’t ask about Drake, I mentally begged.
Why don’t you just stop talking and fuck me, hard, now!
“Then, I must surmise that you have a secret, and that is fine,” said Kevin.
He went on, just a bit more.
“It is of no consequence to me what your arrangements are regarding your private affairs. I note that you have no ring, and are an astoundingly beautiful woman,” he continued.
I started to object, but he raised a hand, and carefully placed it on my cheek.
“You are. Please, just accept my compliment. I just want you to know that I find you entrancing, and that, however this plays out between us, you will always be my friend, if you so choose,” he said.
I was flabbergasted.
Maybe I should give Kevin a real chance?
Maybe he could take my feelings from Drake, and magically transfer them onto himself?
I felt confused, suddenly.
“My dear Rachel!” he said. “I meant to cause you no distress!”
He looked stricken, but I assured him I was fine.
“You’ve just given me a lot to think about, is all, Kevin,” I said.
Kevin stood up, and put on his funny black hat.
I strode next to him, and hugged him tightly.
I kissed him, first gently, then hard.
I let him grab me and hold me.
I honestly tried to find the feelings inside me that I knew were there.
I felt nothing, but I feigned it as best I could.
“Tomorrow, Kevin,” I said, huskily.
We kissed some more.
“I promise,” I heard myself say.
“As you wish, dear Rachel,” he said.
“Good evening,” and then he was gone.
I am a fool, I thought.
Here is a decent man, who could give me everything I ever wanted in a relationship.
In that sixth sense way all women have, I knew Kevin was a good match for me.
I was just being stupid!
I wanted my stepbrother, for Christ’s sake!
What the fuck was wrong with me?
Why couldn’t I just settle for Kevin and…
What?
Settle, and then what?
Pine for Bone forever?
Would it be fair of me to do that to Kevin?
Why should I even care?
He’d be happy.
I would make sure he was.
I’d try as hard as I might to not think of Bone, every time Kevin and I would fuck, for the rest of our lives.
But, I knew that, as hard as I might try, I would never, ever be able to make love to anyone but Drake Jaeger.
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After another delicious breakfast, I managed to extract a promise to meet at the pool at lunch time, not two hours from then.
I decided that when we met at the pool, I’d suddenly tell him I had forgotten something, and then lure him back to the cabin.
And, then, I’d spring the honey trap.
We’d fuck, taking all afternoon.
Then, dinner, dessert and after, more fucking.
We’d disembark the next day, so that would be that.
No regrets.
Maybe I’d get his email.
Maybe I’d call.
I liked Kevin, but I thought he might feel more for me than I did for him, even if we fucked.
And, I knew that I was using him.
It wasn’t like it was a secret, right?
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As these thoughts ran around my head, I continued setting things up.
I unpacked the perfect dress to wear for dinner after our upcoming afternoon fuckfe
st.
It was a small, navy blue Michael Kors number, and I knew it was just the thing to get Kevin’s juices flowing.
Then, I went to the ship’s store and purchased a pair of Manolo Blahnik’s, and told the steward to deliver them to my room.
While I was out, I purchased a nice handbag, to go with my ensemble.
I bought condoms from the ship’s pharmacy, and then ordered some bottles of alcohol and a nice champagne for my room.
The tactical items out of the way, it was now time to get strategic, so I put on a thong bikini and waited for Kevin to show up near the pool.
Kevin finally showed, and he was magnificent.
He wore a knee-length bathing suit, with a colorful emblem.
His hairy chest and muscled abdomen was barely covered by a shirt that matched the pants, and he wore that funny black hat that he called a “Drover’s” hat.
He was smoking a small cheroot cigar, and had a glass of bourbon and cola.
We spoke for a while, watching the sea birds float above us.
He spoke of ornithology and chemistry and other things that were just a pleasant drone in my ears.
The motion of the waves on the boat was minimal, and the scent of Kevin and the tiny cigar was entrancing.
I felt myself warming to the idea of fucking him even more.
I was happy to have finally banished Bone to the darkest corners of my memory.
Kevin got closer and closer to me, whispering things about the stars and constellations and stuff.
At this point, I didn’t care.
He could have been reading a telephone book by that point; I was ready to finally fuck.
“Why don’t we go to my cabin, Kevin,” I asked him, demurely.
I licked his earlobe as I whispered a little dirty thing I thought might pique his interest.
“Are you sure, Rachel? I mean, I do like you, very much, but …” he trailed off.
I leaned over and kissed him, hard, on the mouth.
My nipples ached, and my pussy was getting wet.
“Why don’t you come on down and find out, big boy?” I said.
I arched my breasts towards him.
“As you wish, dear Rachel. I don’t have to be asked twice,” he replied.
Kevin stood up, and staggered a tiny bit.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Never better,” he said.
We walked over to the stairs, and he followed me down to the door to the cabin.
The ships’ audio was playing soft music.
The tune was eerily apt, I thought.
“Al Stewart,” said Kevin.
“Year of the Cat,” I said.
He looked at me, knowingly.
I opened the portal, and there were the champagne and three bottles, one of gin, one of scotch, and one of bourbon.
Soft lighting illuminated the space intimately, and there was the smell of patchouli.
Kevin looked it over approvingly, and went to fix a drink.
“I’m going to slip into something more comfortable, okay?” I told him.
He grunted and smiled, and watched as I stripped off my skimpy bathing suit.
“All done,” I said, smiling at him.
My pert breasts pointed at him, and I moved slowly towards him.
Kevin reached out his hands, as if he wanted to make sure I was real.
My pussy ached, my nipples ached, and Bone was the furthest thing from my mind.
I was free!
I was over him!
I was finally going to move on and live my own life, my way!
Free from the shackles of love and …
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There was a knock at the door.
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“Now, who might that be?” said Kevin.
He was puzzled, and even a bit miffed.
My performance had obviously had its intended effect on him.
I could see his cock was straining to get free of his shorts.
I wanted to just go and help him, and tell him to ignore the door, but then I heard a voice.
It was Barb.
“Rachel! Are you in there?” she said.
“Yes! I’m busy!” I said.
“Put some clothes on and come out here immediately! It’s important!” she said.
Kevin looked at me.
And a rueful smile came over his face.
“I’m sure this will only take a minute, Babe,” I said.
I kissed him quickly as I passed by him, grabbing some things from the dresser.
His eyes followed me as I flitted about the cabin, gathering myself.
I walked by again, and he looked at me longingly.
“Hold that thought,” I said to him as I went to go to the door.
But, Kevin stood up, and gently grasped me around my waist.
He gave me a hard kiss.
I reciprocated, but then he let me go.
“I just wanted something for myself to remember you by, Rachel,” he said.
Then, he opened the door and left.
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Barb walked in, an envelope in her trembling hands.
When I saw her, I was suddenly terrified.
Was it Bone?
She’d been crying, I could tell.
“What is it?” I said.
My fear grew with each passing second.
“Here, read this, I just can’t,” she said.
I took the envelope.
In it was a cable from the ship’s communication room.
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ATTN: RACHEL JAEGER
TIME: 12:09 GMT LOC: NEW YORK, NY
STATUS: URGENT! URGENT! URGENT!
SENDER: ROBERT LATTHAN, ESQ
FROM: DRAKE JAEGER
SUBJECT: PERSONAL - FOR RACHEL BLLOOMBERG EYES ONLY
BEGIN TRANSMISSION:
RACHEL - MOM AND DAD DEAD. STOP. ACCIDNET ON GLFSTM V OVER ALPS.
STOP. NO SURVIVORS. STOP. FUNEERAL IN THREE DAYS, BOULDDER, CO.
STOP. ATTENDANNCE REQUESTED. STOP. HELICOPPTER TO PICK YOOU UP 0900
GMT. STOP. STOP. STOP. — BONE
END TRANSMISSION.
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“Oh, Rachel,” said Barb, coming to hug me with tears flowing down her face.
“I’m so sorry, baby!” she said.
She hugged me as she cried, and I felt completely empty.
Moms and Om were gone.
I was alone.
And Drake Jaeger was coming back into my life, one way or another.
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CHAPTER EIGHT
My Naughty Fantasy
Bone’s cock was in me, ripping into my pussy hard.
I bucked and screamed as he thrust its hard length deep into my throbbing flesh.
Each push felt exquisite in its pain - and pleasure.
My mouth was gagged, a red ball tied around my face with leather straps.
My screams were muffled against the sponge rubber, and a strand of saliva dropped from my chin between my heaving breasts.
I drooled mindlessly, as my body swallowed Bone’s meaty pole over and over.
Bone was wearing leathers as well, and they had turnbuckles and leather cords that bound him to me.
His costume had snaps and d-rings, where he could attach himself to my costume.
My pussy ached from having been pounded raw, the cum and spit and my own juices mingling into a pool of fluid that collected underneath us on the rubber sheets.
I cried, the tears from my eyes causing the mascara to run in rivulets of black, streaking my white face, the red lipstick having been fucked from my hungry mouth.
My throat was raw and sore from the constant skull-fucking I had been given.
I could taste bile and Bone’s cum, mixing and coating my throat.
It filled and welled up from within me, my throat and esophagus full of his and my juices.
Bubbles of cum formed under my n
ose as each thrust of Bone’s enormous cock caused me to burp more and more of the sperm he had injected into me was forced out.
Each hard shove made the come spurt from my nostrils.
I was insensate, suffocating from the gag, the come filling my lungs, coughing, unable to breathe.
It felt like I was dying, and it was all I wanted from Bone - to have him fuck me to death.
He was obliging me, the buckles and straps from our costumes tilting my head back, my hair bound and strapped, my neck bent backwards in an agonizing arch of pleasure.
My eyes went wide, as they began to see nothing, the blackness coming as I was coming.
My pussy shot jet after warm jet of liquid, drenching Bone’s groin and stomach, the contents emptying as my cunt clutched his rock-hard dick, sucking all the cum from his balls like a black hole.
My tits, their nipples pierced through with sharp needles and clamped tight with sharp-teethed metal clasps, felt as though they would be cut in two, as Bone maintained his inhuman pace.
I screamed silently, my consciousness finally letting go, falling away from my physical body as Bone ripped off his face-mask, his demonic face revealed, his black tongue lolling in and out of his mouth, grinning like a Devil, as he pulled my head all the way back, my neck breaking and my head falling, boneless, as he shot his massive load all over my bare back, my asshole spasming as the reflexive muscles gave out…
—————
Screaming aloud, I awoke with a start, my panties completely soaked through.
My bed was drenched with my sweat and pussy juice.
Still quivering, the terror of my nightmare was just beginning to wane.
I was afraid, confused.
And, I was so horny I didn’t know what to do.
I cried, my tears soaking my pillow.
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This was how my life had been for almost three weeks.
At the funeral, Drake and I had been distant, not even barely speaking except to say how sorry we both were, and how sad it was that Moms and Om were gone.
Drake was alone, but so was I.
—————
I dared not try to be with him, not after my disastrous experience with Kevin.
I knew now that my feelings for Bone were stronger than ever.
Poor Kevin.
He known all along.
—————
So, I managed to find ways to not be in the same room with him, or sat at the furthest end of the table from him.
I tried to make it look that I was completely devastated by Moms and Om getting killed in a plane crash, and I was.
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