Author; Ace, Storyace

title;  Japanese woman seeks possition part 2 of 3, the old man and the sea

Codes; M/f

Summery; Young pretty Tomo succumbs to the lecherous old American. 6,200 words

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For part 1, click here

For part 3, click here

Here in America, things were different; the usual rules didn't seem to apply to me. I was oddly free in my desperation, I'd been with nearly as many men in three weeks as I'd been with in my whole life in Japan.

So this was my chance to test my secret fetish. Could I be happy with a man like that? After the kinky sex was over, was it possible to overcome such an age gap in a long term relationship? It seemed to me that with the huge culture gap I would have with whoever I ended up with, the age difference wasn't a big problem. I was going to have to adapt in any case.

"Did you check him out online?" Karen asked.

"Of course." I said defensively. I knew she was a bit disgusted with me; perhaps I was even a little bit disgusted with myself. Was I really willing to marry a man that old? I was quite excited by him sexually, or at least by the idea of him. A healthy, rich old man; the idea made me tingle all over. A man who would take control, know what he wanted, look after my needs and have me look after his.

I could have a dog, and perhaps even make a baby with him. I would cook for him and clean that big house, suck his cock for hours... I would be such a perfect wife if only I could find the right man.

But of course I was ignoring the calendar. How long would he be healthy? The most likely scenario was that I'd spend years of my life looking after a man who would no longer be able to return the favor. On the other hand, I was aware that research had found if a person was still healthy at 65, they were most likely to stay healthy into their eighties. I wasn't put off by age in itself, but the increasing risk of ill health couldn't be ignored.

After some online flirtation, I arranged to meet Jerry for lunch on Thursday. He seemed nice, and I found myself feeling very warm towards him. But he really was too old; this wasn't father issues, but grandfather issues I thought to myself.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"Oh nothing." I said, "I was just remembering an old joke."

"Would you like more wine?" He asked, pouring some into my glass without waiting for an answer.

"I'm not used to it." I told him, "Are you trying to get me drunk?"

"Do I need to?"

"No." I laughed.

I was quite willing to go to bed with him if he asked me in the right way. He was an energetic old man with a lot of humor. He kept me laughing with a constant stream of wisecracks, and he had a smile on his face most of the time. He had white even teeth, and no hair on his pink head at all. I'd already decided I wouldn't marry him, but I was willing to have sex. This was my chance to experience my secret fetish of an old man; because once I was married nothing like that would be possible anymore.

We talked and laughed late into the evening, and then went for a walk along the shore. He took my hand, which was very sweet. He walked with the energy and confidence of a man half his age. I was quite impressed.

"I guess I'd better drive you home." He said. I have to admit I was slightly disappointed, but of course he was right. It was only a first date. I realized it wouldn't be right to use him for sex and then dump him like Bruce had done to me.

"Maybe you'd like to come out with me on my boat this weekend." He said as we got to his car. "We could sail up the coast."

 "Ok." I said with an enthusiastic nod. I wasn't sure I wanted to go out on the ocean on a little boat, but I was willing if that was how he wanted to seduce me. Perhaps we'd end up staying together after all, or maybe I'd just get to work through my old man obsession.  Either way, I had to do it quickly.

There was an old man next door when I was around fourteen. He was always nice to me, he told me stories and secretly gave me beer. I knew he lusted for me, but he was a good man and never acted on it. I secretly had a little crush on him too for a while, and I used to think of him in my lonely bed at night while I played with myself. I thought of him as Jerry dropped me off at Jake and Karen's. I wondered what had become of him, regretting that we'd never been lovers. My old neighbor could have taught me a lot if we'd only crossed the age gap and surrendered to our forbidden lust.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow at eight!" Jerry said with his wide grin. "Bring an overnight bag and a change of clothes. A swimsuit and something warm."

"Ok!" I said with a nod. I'd realized Americans didn't use that gesture, but I couldn't seem to get rid of it; in Japan, we always do that when we agree to something. I wondered what he would be like as a lover, and whether he had a big penis.

I was glad to have the time to clean the house and make dinner before Jake and Karen came home from work. I needed to feel that I was earning my keep while I was staying with them, and I actually enjoyed the work. Aside from blowjobs, housework is the only thing I'm really good at.

The boat was smaller than it had looked in the photos I'd seen on his profile page. I could just stand in the cabin and Jerry had to stoop a little, even though he wasn't a tall man. I was glad I'd decided to wear flat shoes; since I'm small, I almost always wear high heels, but for the boat trip I'd chosen trainers, a simple t-shirt, and shorts. My hair was tied back and I only put a little liner around my eyes.

"I sailed this baby all they down to Mexico, I only got back last week." He said.

There was something exciting about it all, the marina with the wooden walkways, the ringing of the boat riggings in the breeze, the bright morning sun on the open water. Jerry took a wheelbarrow from somewhere and wheeled our supplies out to the boat.

"So I'm the captain and you're my mate." Jerry said with his habitual grin as he handed me groceries to put into the cupboards.  "That means you have to do anything I say."

"Ok!" I agreed happily, unable to avoid that stupid Japanese nod.

A chubby middle aged couple were also preparing their boat a short distance away.

"Why are they staring at us like that?" I asked Jerry.

"Oh, they're just a couple of busybodies. They don't approve of age gap relationships." He said.

I felt slightly self conscious; I was wearing short short pants that left the edges of my bottom exposed in the back. I wanted to look nice for Jerry, but I hadn't considered what other people would think. I didn't think I cared, but now I realized I was wrong, and I wanted to get away from prying eyes.

He started the motor. "Let the forward line loose!" he called, and we backed out of the slip and then moved out into the bay.

He hoisted the sails and switched off the motor after a few minutes. I was surprised at how pleasant it was to be under sail, sliding through the sea under the power of the wind. It was smooth and primal.

"Take your shirt off." Jerry said when we were well away from shore.

"It's a bit cold." I replied, because actually it was.

"Go on, take it off, that's an order!" he barked with a playful grin that I found very attractive.

"Ok." I agreed, and for once managed not to nod.

I pulled my tee shirt over my head. I wasn't wearing anything under it, and I felt my nipples harden in the cold ocean wind

"Very nice." He said, eyeing my small breasts blatantly. "You have to be careful though, you're really pale and the sun is pretty strong out here. There's some sun screen in the top drawer of the galley; just let me set the self-steering and I'll find it for you."

I looked around, we were alone. I could stand outside half naked, exposed to the world, and there was no one to see me. The cold wind contrasted with the warm sun, the slight salt spray that flew up each time the prow of the little boat sat into a wave; my hair came loose and blew along behind me, and I felt very beautiful, very free, and very sexy. I was young and desirable; I had so much to give, so much to share. It seemed unlikely Jerry was the one for me, but I remembered what Karen had said. I was beautiful, there would always be willing men. That was very comforting.

I turned to watch my captain at his work. He took a few minutes at the rear, then stepped past me and ducked into the cabin, leaving the boat to sail itself. He came out with a grin on his face and a plastic bottle in his hand, stepping by me again to sit at the back next to the tiller.

"Come down here into the cockpit." He said, "We need to take care of your sweet little titties."

He sat on the side bench and I stood in front of him while he put some lotion on his hands and then smeared it across my front; his hands groped and massaged my small breasts, the old man and me, alone on the sea. His touch thrilled me, filled me with excitement and joy. It was exhilarating to be here, with him, to be touched, desired, cherished in the open air.

Of course I knew he probably was only interested in my petit young body, he was a horny old man who lusted for youth. I wasn't bothered. I was a horny young woman who lusted for security. It made me feel powerful to be with him, to be desired by him. We were both compromising ourselves; the world would disapprove of us. People would hate us, label him a pervert and me a whore. But what did they know? Then again, perhaps it was true.

He moved to my belly, hips, arms, and neck. Then his hands went back to my breasts. I stood there in the brightness, holding onto one of the stays to steady myself against the movement of the boat. My skin was cold but my groin was hot.

Jerry had rough hands, but his touch was pleasant and warm as he squeezed my breasts and rolled my nipples between his fingers. It tickled, and I laughed, tossing my hair into the wind, smiling at the late morning sky. I was thrilled; this wasn't only about my need for a husband, it was fun. I took his bald old head in my hands and looked down at him, running my fingers across his scalp. His hands massaged my butt through my light trousers, and I kissed him.

His fingers dug deeper, probing my anus through the thin cotton. Then he released me and slapped my behind playfully.

"Go make us something to eat." He said, "I always get hungry as hell when I'm on the boat."

We only started fooling around again later in the afternoon, after we had eaten and I'd cleaned up. Jerry reset the course and did some other maritime tasks, then we sat down together in the cockpit. I was still naked from the waist up. He ran his hand up and down my back. Suddenly his age really struck me and I wasn't sure why I'd come out here with him. Karen was right, in a few years he'd need a nurse instead of a wife. What was I thinking? Why had I let him fondle me that way? Oh, there was no going back now I thought. I reminded myself of how I'd been so crazy for him earlier. I'd thrown myself into this, and now I had to follow through.

"So what do you like?" he asked. His hand was warm and friendly on my shoulder as he pulled me against himself. Ah well, I though; he's healthy enough right now. Here we were and there was no escape. I relaxed against him, surrendering my doubts.  We were going to have sex for sure. I'd follow through on my old man fetish, and after that I could decide what to do.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Sexually; what do you like?"

I felt my face get hot, and I didn't say anything.

"Come on, tell me." He teased, "What's your favorite position? On your back, on your front?"

I don't seem to have difficulty writing down every detail of my sex life, but speaking about it was another matter. Why did he want me to, I wondered? Was this a perversion?

"Just say it." He chided, "Spit it out."

"I.... I like..." I wanted to, but I couldn't. I put my hand on his groin and felt his penis though his pants. I licked my lips in anticipation. It was half hard, and his age didn't seem to dampen my urge to open his belt and my mouth for it. The idea of having the old man on top of me in bed wasn't so appealing to me anymore. I couldn't understand why I'd thought I wanted that to happen. But the idea of going down on him still turned me on. I would enjoy that, just pleasuring him in that way I was so good at.

"You like to give head?" he guessed, watching me closely.

"Yes." I said, happy that the information had been passed along successfully.

"Then say it." He said, "Go on, we're two miles out to sea, no one can hear you. Say it out loud!"

"I like... I like to... give... head!" I mumbled.

"Excellent!" he laughed, tussling my hair like a friendly school teacher, "Say it again, louder." 

"I like to give head." I said, surprised at how my own words made me excited. "I like to... suck cock!"

"Ok, now we're getting somewhere. Here, stand up." He said, getting to his feet.

It was difficult because the boat was constantly moving, pitching upwards as we climbed the long low face of a swell, then tipping downwards and to the other side as we would slide down the back. Jerry held onto the rigging with one hand and wrapped the other around my naked waist as I stood with my back against his chest. The cold spray splashed against my breasts; I'd never had any experience like this, so wild and free.

"Shout it out!" he said in my ear, "Scream it!"

"I LIKE TO SUCK COCK!!" I shouted out into the sea, "I LIKE TO SUCK COCK! I LIKE TO SUCK COCK!!"

I laughed in utter exhilaration. It was something completely outside my experience to even mention sex.

Sex was something that was done in silence, known of but never spoken about. I did it, everyone did it; but we never said anything about it.

Now here I was, naked in the arms of an old man, screaming my deepest secret out into the void. What if people knew? What if anyone who saw me would know? Would they still respect me at all? Would they sneer and snicker, laugh at me behind my back for it? What if everyone wore their sexual information on their backs, printed on their shirts; this one is gay, that one likes anal, the next likes to be whipped. I suppose in that case, a cock sucking girl attracted to elderly men would be quite mundane.  

Jerry threw one of the bench cushions down onto the deck, turned me around and pushed me down onto my knees. I waited there while he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants, releasing his penis at last.

"Go on, baby!" he said, "Do your thing."

I gathered his balls into my hands and pulled his old organ into my mouth. He grew rapidly, hardening to around 7 inches. His testicles were very hairy, with long wiry white hair.

After my exciting declaration about my preferences, the actual event was somehow disappointing. The movement of the boat was making me a bit nauseous. Still, I was happy to do it, happy to feel him strong and potent in my mouth. He took my head in his hand as I moved my face forward and back over him, filling my greedy mouth with his wealthy old American flesh.

Yes, it was subservient, humiliating even. But I liked it; I liked the sensation of serving another's needs, of knowing his pleasure. I liked the way it felt in my mouth, vulnerable and yet powerful, hot and alive. I would have welcomed his semen if he were to ejaculate, but he didn't. I closed my eyes and sucked him as deep as I could, reveling in the sensation of him, of even his hairy balls.

I love doing that; I feel comfortable and confident, because I know I'm good at it. When I'm on my back with my legs open, and a man is on top of me, I get a little bit claustrophobic. I like it, but at the same time I'm afraid. I'm small and fine limbed, men are big and strong; I feel as though my lover might squeeze just a little too hard and break me. And there's nothing for me to do but lie there like a victim. But when I have him in my mouth, it's different; I know what I'm doing. I won't get pregnant, and I'm in control. Of course I don't climax that way, but that's a small sacrifice to me. I enjoy the feeling of a man ejaculating in my mouth; it's so intimate, my mouth is sensitive to the taste, I can smell him, I can feel him there much better than I can with my vagina.

The sun and fresh air were lovely, my hair blowing in the breeze as I demonstrated my expertise. I wanted to show him my skill, so he might know I wasn't just a pretty face. I could handle his penis just as well as he could handle this boat.

His cock bulged in my mouth, despite his age, his sexual energy was as hot and as powerful as any man I'd known before. I compressed my lips around it, licked it, savored it. I worshiped it, consumed it. That was my power, my gift.

He filled my mouth with that unique feeling, the deep oral pleasure that only an erect male penis gives me. I thought of other men I'd known, other men I'd had in my mouth; but especially my mother's boss Kanaka, because Jerry reminded me so much of him.

Kanaka had taught me things, ways to please him. In time, I might use the knowledge to please Jerry; I could cool my mouth with ice cream during a blow job, or heat it with tea. I would tickle his anus or pinch his nipples; even push my finger into his bottom. Kanaka wasn't quite as old as Jerry, but I had been very young at the time.

Of course none of that was possible on the boat that afternoon, and anyway, it was only our first time together.

After 10 or 15 long pleasant minutes, he pulled out of my mouth, still hard.

"Man, you're really good at that." He said, "We'll do it some more later. I'm going to put into that bay and we'll anchor up for the night."

The little boat was more stable when the sails were lowered and the anchor dropped in the lee of a peninsula. There were tall dark cliffs around the perimeter of the rocky bay, and the waves crashed into them a few hundred yards from us, with a continuous and frightening roar. I prepared a rough dinner, trying hard to invent something nice from the crude items we had onboard.

"Very tasty." Jerry said with his habitual grin. "The food's nice too. Close the hatch and get undressed."

"What about the dishes?"

"You can do the dishes naked." He pointed out.

We each had a shower in the tiny bathroom. Jerry told me to be careful with the water because the boat only had a small tank.

I felt nervous as I came out; he was on the bed waiting for me. I didn't know what he would do to me, but our roles were clear; he was the master, and I had agreed to do his bidding. I wanted it, I wanted him to do whatever he liked. I wanted him to use me, and my stomach fluttered with my total vulnerability, my own willingness to surrender to him; his physical strength, his money, and his potent penis.  

Would this old American man be my daddy? Take responsibility for me, feed me, house me, and perhaps one day, make me pregnant? The idea was comforting, and even though I wasn't at all certain that he would be the man for me, I was excited and eager about sex with him. He was so old, yet so competent. He was an extraordinary man, a special man. My captain!   

The bed was a bit high and I had to climb up onto it. The sun was going down outside, and the light was dim in the cabin, just enough to illuminate Jerry's old body and bright grin.

He was in good condition; his shoulders were wide and strong, his belly nearly flat. His penis flexed and bulged slightly, rolling across his thigh of its own accord as he watched me crawl towards him. But his face was deeply creased, and there were liver spots on his bald head.

This was the first time I'd seen him with his clothes off. I wasn't happy to see his hairy arms and chest, because I really don't appreciate body hair at all. When we put our arms around each other, my hands found that at least his back was smooth.

My feelings changed; he was hairy! An old hairy barbarian, what was I doing? What could I do? We were naked in bed together, he was kissing me, his hand was on my ass and his thigh moved up between my legs to press against my naked vagina. I couldn't tell him no; we were on a boat in a dark ocean, there was only one bed.

I wondered what I would do if we were on shore... would I have refused him at this stage? I'd never found myself in bed with someone I suddenly found repulsive before.  He pulled me close and his horrible hairy chest was against my breasts, as abrasive as sandpaper.

I forced myself to just relax; it would be ok, I told myself. Just let him do what he wants to do, breath, relax, surrender. Maybe I'll get used to it, and enjoy myself after all. I realized that hairy chest or not, it was normal for me to feel this way. It was just fear, my fear of men. Of what would happen when he put his penis in my vagina, of the way it would make me come, of the way that might cause me to fall in love.

Because that was my true vulnerability, my true terror. Yes, I wanted it; that was why I was here. I just had to find the courage to let myself fall. Then I would really be in his power.

"Rub my back." He told me, letting go of me and falling onto his stomach.

I like a man's back; it should be broad and strong, like Jerry's was. I sat on his naked butt and leaned into him, my weight on my palms.

"That feels good." He grunted as I worked. I massaged his shoulders and neck too, and his naked scalp and his ears. He was sexy from this angle, the blemishes of age more than compensated for by his rugged strength. I found myself attracted to him again, and I was enjoying myself. I shifted slightly to the right, spread my knees, and rubbed my groin against his tight round ass cheek.

He was a confident and competent captain. I'd been impressed with the easy way he handled the boat, how he was unafraid in the powerful ocean, as though he were a part of it instead of a land creature taking a chance. I was happy that I found the old man attractive again, and I was enjoying being with him.

"Lick my ass." He said. "Have you ever done that?"

"No." I lied. I don't like to lie, but I didn't want him to think I was the kind of girl who was familiar with that sort of thing.

"It's called a rim job. Pull my ass open with your hands and lick my anus. Go on, don't think about it, just do it."

I slid off of his buttocks to sit between his feet. He opened his legs wide; I put my hands on his rear like he'd told me. One was wet where I'd been sitting on it. His anus looked up at me, pink and round; I wasn't horrified by the idea, and I was compelled to obey him. He had just showered; it was clean at least. He was much, much older than me, so very likely there were things he could teach me; but I would have to do what he wanted. I did want to obey; I wanted to submit to him and be his servant, it was part of this, part of the age gap coupling, part of the fun.

It was my second lover, my mother's boss, who had trained me in the art of fellatio. He was nearly as old as Jerry, and I was only a teenager. It was after my old neighbor moved away, and after my affair with Jake ended.

He'd instructed me patiently, and I'd loved him for it. I didn't mind following instructions, and I love to learn. Kanaka had taught me to appreciate wisdom and experience. I suppose I was hoping I might come to love Jerry in the same way; like a father, a teacher, a protector, and a lover. As one man who could fill all those rolls, to whom I could submit.

I brought my mouth down to his waiting rear. My heart was pumping hard, I was both aroused and disgusted. I touched the edge of it with my tongue; there was no discernible taste, just the warm sensation of flesh.

"Oh yeah, baby!" Jerry said encouragingly, "Go on, do it to me!"

I ran my tongue over and around it, surprised at the intense pleasure he displayed. I reached one hand under to massage his penis, which was fully erect. My initial revulsion faded; I enjoy giving pleasure, and this clearly made my old captain very happy. His enthusiasm and excitement thrilled me, I wanted to be good. A good girl, a good lover, a good... slave? No, not that, because a slave has no choice, whereas I was here by my own weak will.

He rolled over, breaking away from me for a moment. He grabbed the base of his stiff penis, and reached for my head with his other hand. I didn't resist as he pulled me to himself, I opened my mouth and sucked him in, taking his hairy balls in my hands. His strength was far greater than mine; he could do anything he liked to me, I was in his power. And I liked it.

"Oh baby!" Jerry moaned, "You're fantastic! The best! Well, almost."

He pulled out of my mouth and pushed me onto my back. My legs fell open, stretched wide, willing to accept the old man into my young body.

He sat on his knees, looking at me, judging me. He reached out his hand to gently stroke my groin.

"Do you always shave your pussy?" he asked.

"Not always." I said. Kanaka had said I must always keep myself clean and smooth, but after his wife made him break off our relationship, I'd stopped doing it. In fact I hadn't shaved my groin again until that very morning.

He lowered his face there; and his tongue did things to me that had never been done before. It was maddening, wild, crazy. I was coming, in orgasm. I grabbed his naked head, pushing myself harder into his mouth. It was lovely; why was I always so hesitant to let this happen when it always felt so good?

Because I was afraid. Afraid to have sex, afraid to love, afraid to allow my emotions the possibility of ruling me again. I was happier giving pleasure than receiving it, but I knew that surrender meant I must submit to my own desires as well as my lover's. I had to open myself and let him in, let him rule me and make me come.

I screamed, screamed out into the dusk, into the grey dark sea. I thrashed around, but held him there between my thighs, glorying in the wonderful sexual pleasure. Waves of hot passion fluttered through my abdomen. I dug my fingers into his scalp and looked into his mischievous old eyes. His powerful hands clenched my tight ass, my legs were stretched around his hairy shoulders; the old man owned me, I was his, my mind knew no other desire than him, his tongue, his cock, his grin and his command. I was just a weak young girl, I had nothing, I knew nothing. Except that Jerry was my master now, and I would do anything for him. I'd lick his ass and clean his toilet, I'd cook his meals and suck his cock until he loved me beyond reason.

Jerry lifted himself up, and grabbing his stiff rod in his hand, he plunged it into me. I was wet, ready for him. It slid right in without any trouble at all, as if it were quite natural, a normal thing to do.

Invasion, penetration, incursion. My body was being stormed by a grinning old man whose mouth reeked of my own vagina as he kissed me. He didn't have a condom on, and I didn't even care. Even if he made me pregnant, I didn't care!

He moved vigorously, humping me, pumping me. I couldn't stop the pleasure, the fear, the intensity. He was so powerful, his penis so stiff, hot inside me, mixing me up inside as he plunged it in and out. I came again, even though his hairy chest was against me. I came, looking into his laughing old eyes, my legs wrapped around him, my fingers digging into his strong muscular back. I came, my emotions suddenly free of their normal restraints, and I felt my heart melt into him. I didn't care about the age gap, it didn't matter at all. At that moment, I loved him. Loved his cock, his grin, his tongue, even his hairy chest.

He pulled out, and grabbing a packet from next to the bed, he deftly rolled a condom over himself with a well practiced motion.

"Roll over, honey." He said.

I did, on my knees lifting my bottom up at him, the final surrender.

I felt his hands on my rear, fingering my anus, applying something wet and sticky. My face was burning in fear and excitement, he wouldn't, not really, he couldn't possibly want that!

And then, the surprise that I knew was coming. I felt the blunt end of his penis there. Pushing, trying to gain entrance.

I remembered what Karen had said. I wanted to try it. If it was unpleasant, I'd be spared the humiliation of coming three times.

I tried to relax, but I couldn't. Behind me, the hairy old man grunted and pushed, holding me by the hips. I felt it force me open, I felt in enter where no man, no thing, had ever entered before.

"Does it hurt?" he asked kindly.

"A little." I admitted.

He didn't seem overly concerned by that, he kept moving it in and out with very short movements, easing it deeper and deeper.

"That's normal." He said, "Just like when you lose your cherry in your pussy. Don't worry, you'll get used to it."

It was terrible, it was fantastic. I felt pleasure; how was that possible? Was I as perverted as him? There was no denying the truth, I liked it. And what did he mean I'd get used to it? Did he mean just this time, or was he trying to say he wanted to do this to me on a regular basis? Was that his way of saying he wanted to have a long term relationship? That he was accepting my surrender, and he would take care of me, feed and clothe me, house and fuck me.

I was flat on the bed and his hairy chest was against my back, I could feel his belly on my ass, and of course his bulging old erection deep in my bowel. It was the oddest and darkest pleasure I'd ever known; it was total capitulation. The roar of the waves hitting the cliffs outside seemed louder, the boat heaved harder, my anus sent wild signals up to my brain.

"How does it feel now?" Jerry asked as he did to me what men do. He pulled nearly all the way out and then rammed it in deep and hard. I moaned, unable to find words. He went at it, doing it to me. It was the opposite of my blow job. Yes, I was the slave now, he was the master.  He was proving I was his property, If I let him do this, then he could do anything to me. 

The boat was rocking, I was crying and screaming, everything seemed very fluid. I was coming, Jerry was coming, and suddenly someone was shouting at us.

"Cease and desist!" a man's voice shouted loudly. I looked behind me.

There was a large man behind Jerry, he was pulling Jerry away, tying his wrists together. There was a large black boat outside the window, bumping softly against us.

"What the hell's going on?!" Jerry wailed, "Who are you guys? What do you want?"

"US coast guard. We had a call from a merchant ship that an elderly white male was abusing an underage oriental female on this boat this afternoon. On investigation we learned that the owner of the vessel is a registered pedophile."

"That girl told me she was eighteen!" Jerry argued.

"How old did this one say she is?" the man asked sarcastically. "How old are you, miss?" he asked, turning to me.

I was so shocked I hadn't even tried to cover myself. I was just sitting on the bed naked. "Twenty four." I told him.

"Have you got some ID?" he said, obviously not believing me.

"I left my passport at my friend's house." I said.

He nodded and frowned. "Friend's house; sure." He said, as if he'd heard that a hundred times before.

They searched the boat and found a small packet of some drug. Jerry said it wasn't his, but they said it makes no difference.

We got dressed and climbed into their rubber boat, they had a large vessel waiting in the deeper water farther from shore.

We were kept overnight in separate cells. I was interviewed in the morning, an aggressive woman kept trying to make me say I was fourteen or fifteen years old and that Jerry had trafficked me from Mexico. Finally, they got my visa information and released us. But they told Jerry he wouldn't get his boat back because of the drugs.

Jerry had to rent a car to drive us back. He was very upset and barely said a word to me. He dropped me off at Jake and Karen's house.

"Goodbye." I said, "Despite everything, I had fun."

"Well I wish it was mutual!" he fumed, and drove off. I was shocked to realize that he somehow blamed me for it all.

I was disappointed, yet relieved; the spell was broken. I was tired and satiated, but free.

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This story is fiction. Any similarity to persons living or dead; well, never mind that part.

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