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Subject: {ASSM} (Dr. D) First story ever: Rescue at Open Sea [1/3] (MF, Mf, FF, nc, reluc, rom, cons, oral)
Date: Sun,  9 Sep 2001 19:10:02 -0400
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In a sense, this is my first story. I have been writing for 15 years, but
not in this language (which is not my native tongue) and not erotic fiction.
Any and all comments aimed at making me a better writer of erotic fiction
are welcome and appreciated.

There is no sex in chaper two, but the story would make no sense without it
(the chapter, not the sex)!

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Rescue at Open Sea (MF, Mf, FF, nc, reluc, rom, cons, oral)

By Dr. D the un-known

The small cargo vessel Neptunia was an altogether strange ship. It was
crewed entirely by women, but that was not in itself what made it strange;
several other ships in the North Atlantic Ocean were equally 'manned' at
that time.

Its' cargo bays were always filled to the brim with articles produced and
distributed by small firms also run entirely by women. This too was not the
main reason for Neptunias strangeness.

Several feminist millionaires, one of whom had sent her young daughter on
that particular voyage as a working passenger, backed the vessel
financially. The regular crew was a select group of hardheaded hard-working
women who believed totally in the feminist cause. To simply call the
atmosphere on board feministic would be like calling the sun hot: true, but
hardly definitive. Again, this was not what made the Neptunia strange.

What was really and truly strange about this 90 ft ship and its'
relentlessly feministic crew and cargo was that it worked. Trip after trip
Neptunia and its' crew performed like clockwork and always managed to find a
new suitable cargo.

Presently the Neptunia was freighting a high-tech cargo of advanced infrared
detectors. Though quite valuable, it was a very light cargo and they were
making good time. The trip was planned to take 23 days, but only 10 days out
of Charleston, South Carolina, they were more than halfway to their
destination, St. Malo, France.

Mary Lou Reffa, known on board only as Malu, loved the trips to her
namesake, St. Malo in France. Though spelled differently, the French
pronounced the name of the city exactly like her pet name and she always got
special attention there.

She rarely did watches on the bridge, but with a crew of only 5 trained
seawomen everyone had to be able to do most tasks. Malu was still learning
and was not exactly up for Most Promising Student Ever. This was not for
lack of trying either. At the time our story starts Malu was doing night
watch on the bridge. She was sitting bolt upright, constantly scanning the
horizon for movement. In a modern vessel, what with GPS, radar and all, that
is, strictly speaking, not necessary. Malu had been told so on several
occasions; that she should trust the ship and get some shuteye when on night
watch. The captain had never told her to sleep on watches, though, and Malu
was not about to.

Curiously enough that meant that young and somewhat dim Malu was the only
one aboard who could have caught sight of the slight movement and reacted on
it. If saving him was a good thing, Malu was about to do a good thing. The
crucial moment was still about 10 minutes off though. Meanwhile all the fun
was going on in the captain's quarters.

You would probably expect those to be the roomiest quarters on board. You
would be wrong. The good ship Neptunia was built in 1982 for diving and
stone fishing jobs. Then it held quarters for 9 people. Bought and refitted
by the captain, it now held 5 quarters for crewmen and a passenger's quarter
and had been rid of the useless crane. The reduced number had allowed for
more spacious quarters for all.

Still the captain's quarters were the only ones above deck, which took it
somewhat away from the smell and the noise of the engine. Inside were two
people, Captain Jane Street and Catharine Nix. Cathy was originally hired as
a cook, but had turned out to be a decent machinist too. Presently, none of
those skills was what the captain was enjoying.

Cathy was firmly lodged between the legs of the somewhat larger Jane Street.
She was pumping two fingers in and out of the captain's moist sex while her
tongue was slowly caressing an area between Jane's thigh and hip. Cathy knew
exactly what she was doing; if she moved to Jane's clitoris at that point,
Jane would quickly orgasm and need not to be clitorically stimulated for a
while. The orgasm would be okay, but not great.

If she held off for a while, just stimulating vaginally with her hand and
keeping her tongue on Jane but away from the clitoris, excitement would
continue to grow and eventually the orgasm would be phenomenal. Cathy was
the virtuoso and Jane was her instrument. When Cathy felt the muscles of
Jane's cunt beginning to contract on her fingers, she quickly flicked her
tongue at the clitoris, just to remind Jane of what was coming. Jane's hip
swirled wildly and, though not a very verbal person in bed, she cried out,
"Yes! Please, I want it! Do me, do me!!"

Smiling a little, Cathy returned to licking in the general area of the
clitoris, never actually touching it. Cathy and Jane had been a 'couple' for
close to two years - since shortly after Cathy joined the crew in fact. They
had become the permanent part of Neptunia's crew. While every other
crewmember was regularly replaced, Jane and Cathy had found lesbian heaven
on board and neither had missed any of Neptunia's trips since they pared up.

Jane Street, who was currently quivering under the knowledgeable treatment
of her lover, was Cathy's junior by 4 years (which made her 29). Rather than
being the hardcore lesbian she appeared at that moment, she was actually a
practicing heterosexual until she met Cathy. Never truly satisfied by a man,
the shapely brunette had taken to lesbianism like a fish to water and had
become almost as technically competent as Cathy; practice really does make
perfect!

Momentarily, though, Cathy had the floor. At 5 foot 4 inches she was almost
5 inches shorter than Jane. She was of a more sturdy build and could hold
Jane down if she had to, and had, on several occasions, when Jane's orgasms
threatened to throw both of them out of the custom build oversize bunk.
Cathy's short blond hair was totally encircling her head and she was
operating entirely on touch.

Her right hand picked up speed again as she heard her lover's breathing
quickening: Jane was close now. She could orgasm just by vaginal
stimulation, but not very strongly - these were the only orgasms she knew
until she met Cathy. When she had her clitoris licked simultaneously, her
orgasms brought down the sky. Cathy moved her head away shortly; this was
her favorite view - Jane with her long hair ruffled, her arms flailing,
closed eyes and grinding hips. Jane desperately wanting to get off. Seeing
this and hearing Jane's low constant moan, Cathy was once again overcome by
love for her beautiful Texan.

She knew that she must not miss Jane's point of no return and reluctantly
cut the moment short and lowered her head to Jane's throbbing clitoris. Ever
so gently, she covered it with her tongue and massaged it lightly. Jane was
very sensitive at that point and would loose excitement if her love button
was handled to roughly - that was what had prevented her male lovers from
completely satisfying her: men are unlikely to solve a problem that is not
about 'more power'. Her pussy had no sensitivity problem and Cathy was
ramming three fingers in and out at full speed.

Closing fast, Jane grabbed Cathy's head with both hands, fighting
desperately to get off. This of course made it harder for Cathy to stimulate
her just right, but the critical moment had passed - it could not be undone
now. Jane's neck was turning purple, her legs were vibrating madly and her
moaning had turned into a constant shrieking. Suddenly there was a sharp
intake of air and she became totally rigid for a moment. Then Jane spasmed
wildly. Cathy buried her three fingers in the pussy and just hung on with
her left arm swung around Jane's belly.

Jane's orgasm seemed to last almost a full minute. Then she wound down.
Cathy untangled, got up and washed her hand and face at the sink in the
corner by the door. Tiptoeing back to the bed, she noticed the movement and
was immediately alarmed. Jane had not nearly recovered from her orgasm, but
she also felt it.

"Who is on night?" she said without moving her head or opening her eyes.

"Malu, I believe." Cathy needed say no more. They both knew that if Malu had
taken the Neptunia off autopilot (and the movement indicated that, indeed,
she had), then something extraordinary was up. Jane opened her eyes and they
enjoyed a single, slow kiss, then they dressed hurriedly.

A few minutes prior, when Jane was just getting ready to explode, Malu
thought that she caught sight of something brightly orange maybe a few
hundred feet of starboard. The Neptunia was doing a little more than 5
knots, the waves were slight and the moon was full, lighting up the night.
Had the conditions been any less optimal, Malu might have ignored the
possible sighting.

As it was, she was fairly sure of what she had seen and immediately turned
on the searchlight. At first she could not find anything, but then she
caught the bright orange of a lifeboat. That was when she disengaged the
autopilot. She never considered getting the captain first; all she thought
about was the poor soul in the lifeboat; getting there and helping. That she
could not both steer the Neptunia and secure the lifeboat never did cross
her mind.

**************

To save a sailorman

It would be a romantic and classical turn of events if we were now to switch
our sights to the poor, exhausted sailorman in the lifeboat. View him as he
lay there, barely breathing in two inches of water that had entered the raft
through the canvas sides, which he had never managed to zip and secure. And
linger for a while on his rugged, but handsome, looks, concealed as they
would be under several weeks of grime and facial hair.

We cannot. The events that led to Lomax Pierris predicament happened less
than 3 hours earlier and he had not even had the opportunity to develop a
five o'clock shadow. In fact, he had problems of an entirely different
category: Being abandoned at sea is never a laughing matter, but being
stripped naked and placed in a lifeboat that has been emptied of all life
sustaining remedies including water would be considered worse by most
people - Lomax would have agreed. You could probably even say, that being in
such a situation reflects on one personally: One would presumably have had
to do something pretty despicable to get in trouble like that. This was
exactly what Lomax feared that any potential rescuers would deduce, uhm.
think. When he heard the Neptunia, Lomax quickly recapitulated his story in
his head and prayed that it would hold.

When Jane and Cathy reached the bridge, Biannka was already there and had
taken the helm from Malu. As second mate, Biannka was indisputably the most
knowledgeable seawoman on the Neptunia. She stepped back a little and
offered the captain the helm (in her own rather stiff manner), but got it
right back with a little wave. Jane had already spotted the lifeboat in the
manual searchlight that Malu had manned on the main deck and she knew her
own abilities well (as any good leader must); if anyone on board could
maneuver alongside the raft at night without sinking it, it would be
Biannka.

Fortunately, the sea was light and the moon was out. Otherwise even someone
with Biannka's abilities ought not to have attempted the maneuver. The
sudden movements of the boat had awakened the last member of its' crew, who
climbed directly into the bridge via the narrow ladder. She started speaking
long before she reached it, though:

"Malu, you crazy bitch, what are you up to? You can't just." With that
Isidora finally reached the bridge and saw that Malu had already been dealt
with. Taking in the rest of the scenery, she quickly caught on, and, without
a second glance, slid back down the ladder. Shortly thereafter, she emerged
on the main deck with a boathook and took up position next to Malu, where
Biannka could see her clearly.

The lifeboat was now directly ahead and about 200 ft. away. Biannka reduced
the speed to less than a quarter knot and started a series of maneuvers that
would hopefully enable Isi to grab the lifeboat without being pulled
overboard. Jane turned halfway and caught Cathy's eye:

"Would you get Rich Kid up here? What ever is in that raft, she is going to
bunk with it. It is only fair that she is forewarned!" Cathy flashed her one
of her little smiles and said:

"Consider it done!" With that she flung herself down the internal ladder and
hurried down the main corridor with cabins and storage rooms left and right.
At the end on the right she stopped at the passengers' quarters, which
consisted of a single, though rather large cabin. It was positioned almost
directly above the main engine and Cathy could not believe that Rich Kid had
slept through all the racket of the last 10 minutes. Just the absence of
noise (caused by the reduced speed) should have easily woken her.

Inside Shirlynn, who had for the last week been called only Rich Kid, was
far from asleep. She had always been a slow and thorough masturbator, and
since her plight aboard the Neptunia began, she had perfected this trait to
an art. One hand covered her clitoral hood, rubbing slowly, and the index
finger of the other hand had just exactly penetrated her anus. This second
hand never moved further. Shirlynn had just discovered her anal cavity (as a
means of pleasure, that is) and while any rash movement hurt her, the steady
pressure of a single finger heightened her pleasure and felt quite wicked
too.

Hastened footsteps that paused less than a heartbeat at her door were all
that warned her, and then the door burst open and the captains little sextoy
rushed in. Shirlynn had only just had time to take the finger out of her ass
and throw her hand at the blanket on the floor, and then Cathy was standing
in the room. They both froze for an impossibly prolonged second during which
Shirlynn realized that her right hand was still gently rubbing her clitoris,
then the spell was broken.

Shirlynn cried out and dove fully for the blanket. Rising, now somehow
covered, she got her natural spirits back:

"How dare you burst in here like that? When my mother hears of this she
will."

"Probably be very interested to hear how you tried to seduce a known
lesbian!" said Cathy and granted her one of her irritating half smiles.

"Lying here undressed and moaning, just waiting for me to walk in on you. I
am surprised that you didn't have a finger up your ass to!" The shocked
expression on Shirlynn's face told Cathy that she had guessed right. She had
just won yet another battle against Richy without even unpacking her
weapons.

"Get your ass up on the bridge on the double - the captain wants you." Cathy
paused in the door and looked back at Shirlynn:

"Be sure to put some clothes on your bones before you grace us with your
presence - we can't have you exciting the captain." With that she left
Shirlynn standing with tears of anger in her eyes. Almost out of earshot
Cathy decided to cut her a break and shouted back:

"It might even interest you, princess. We are taking on extra passengers!"
'Extra passengers in open sea?' Shirlynn wondered. 'But isn't that
impossible?' 17-year-olds are nothing if not curious, and curiosity overcome
this one totally. She dressed hastily, not even glancing at the mirror, and
rushed to the ladder that lead to the bridge.

For a 17-year-old, Shirlynn was not badly built. Reminiscing her total
nakedness, Cathy watched her as she emerged from the main access-ladder to
the quarters. First came the long blonde hair (bleached) and clear blue eyes
in an oval face that was just asymmetrical enough to make it seem not made
of plastic. Paper white hands pulled her up more and her pert breasts came
into view (now covered by a white t-shirt). They seemed about full-grown and
matched her current build perfectly. At about 34 B and pear shaped they were
the most beautiful breasts Cathy had beheld in a long time. Her lover had
about the same size breasts, but, Jane being nearly 30, they were not as
pert as they used to be.

Finally reaching the bridge Shirlynn stood like Isidora before her, slowly
taking in the scene. Meanwhile Cathy ended her observations: When Shirlynn's
hips came into view, it became clear that she was too skinny to be the
fully-grown woman that she appeared otherwise. Height, facial features,
mannerism, breasts and, if the tales were true, sexual maturity was all that
of a grown woman, but the hips had not caught on yet. They were slim and
un-curved and could easily have belonged to a 16-year-old boy.

The complete strangeness of the situation made Shirlynn uncharacteristically
docile and, without even the slightest comment, she went to a window where
she had a good view of the impending rescue attempt, but did not stand in
Biannka's line of sight.

The raft was now less than 30 feet away and Biannka was fighting to match
its' speed and direction while still closing the distance. If the Neptunia
came in too fast she could easily sink the raft before it could be secured.
On the main deck Isi had already secured the rope of the specialized
boathook to the rail. This reduced her danger of being pulled overboard, but
meant that when she hooked the lifeboat it would be torn apart if the
disparity in speed or direction of the two vessels was too great.

At that exact time Lomax peaked out of the raft. He saw the two women on the
deck, both relatively young and not unattractive. They did not look like any
women he had ever sailed with. Such women belonged at tea parties in land,
talking about knitting and bearing children; they did not belong at sea.
Though born in the last half of the 20. Century, in some ways Lomax had not
entirely gotten over the pattern of sex roles of the 1850's.

The two women, and the fact that they were the main operators in a task that
he knew to be extremely risky, spoke volumes. A very strange ship was about
to rescue him. In the spur of the moment he decided to change his plan. Sure
that he had not been seen, he lay back down, closed his eyes and waited for
his rescue.

On the bridge the captain was not impressed:

"It's empty! Even at this speed it's thrown around by us, and that close to
sea level the engine noise must be clearly discernable. Nobody's home; we
are just wasting time, juice and sleep!" With that she looked at Cathy who
gave her a wink. It was Biannka who answered:

"We have to make sure, Captain. Somebody could easily be in there, maybe
even barely alive. We have to check. It's even the law." The last word was
spoken so that there was no doubt that were she to write it, it would be
with a capital L.

"As you well know, I'm aware of that." the captain said maybe a little too
harshly. She had grown somewhat tired of the older woman's correctness and
general stiffness. Great seamanship or not, Jane had already decided that
Biannka was on her last trip with the Neptunia. But at that moment Jane was
quite glad that she had not ditched Biannka stateside. Biannka was working
the ship expertly, slowly nearing it to the lifeboat - the two vessels were
now nearly touching and in perfect sync.

Isi quickly hooked one of the leading strings that ran from top to button
round the raft for exactly this purpose. Not even looking to see if it held
she grabbed and secured a second hook to the rail. Shortly thereafter the
lifeboat was connected to the Neptunia by both lines and was as secure, as
it was about to get. Malu had unrolled a rope ladder in the right spot and
had just fastened a lifeline to a life west when Isi was ready for it.

Descending the ladder quickly but cautiously, Isi was soon at the lifeboat.
Finding the zipper only half-closed, she opened it and disappeared into the
raft. She was not in there more than maybe 90 seconds, but to the others it
seemed like an eternity. Then she reappeared and ascended the ladder with a
mixed facial expression, which Malu could not read. Stopping shortly to let
Malu help her out of the west, she ignored Malu's questions and said:

"Prepare a second lifeline and west, and secure it. I will be right back."
With that she hurried off to the bridge.

On the bridge Jane smirked:

"So? It is empty, right?"

"No!" Isi said in a voice indicating that that was not even the beginning of
it. "There's a single man down there. Naked and apparently unconscious; at
least I can't get any life into him."

"Naked?" Jane said.

"Unconscious?" Biannka added.

"How will we get him on board?" the always constructive Cathy asked. Isi
thankfully grabbed on to this last part.

"Malu is preparing a west as we speak. I will go back down and dress him up
and you will have to pull him up. He is a big boy, it will probably take all
of you." she said and indicated with a nod that she doubted Shirlynn's
ability to pitch in. Jane made a dismissive hand gesture indicating that she
would handle it and said, still not quite able to accept it:

"Naked! Out here?"

"I know!" Isi said: "And he isn't even cold. Can't have been in the raft
long." Already moving back outside Isi looked back and said:

"And if you think that is strange: Somebody took extra special care to clear
out the raft. Blankets, medicine, provisions, water, all is missing." With
that she sprinted back down to the main deck. She stopped to get into her
life west, grabbed the second west without checking it (Malu was nothing if
not thorough, and, with simple tasks, Isi trusted her implicitly), and threw
it overboard. Tugging its lifeline in her elbow, she descended the ladder
once again.

The rest of the crew (including Rich Kid, but except Biannka who was keeping
the boat in place) was now at the rail. All were wearing gloves (or in Malu'
s case: was in the process of putting them on). They looked expectantly over
the side as Isi finished suiting up the unconscious sailor and started
unzipping more parts of the canvas.

Vocal communication was impossible but looking up, Isi got a "thumbs up"
from the captain, who had lined the rest of them up behind her - they were
ready to attempt the actual rescue.

Unable to lift the large man out into the water, Isi left the raft and,
standing on the ladder, gave the sign to start pulling. She then steered the
man as he was slowly raised by the lifeline and slipped out of the raft and
into the water. At that point Isi was glad that the man was unconscious; the
water was close to freezing out here and being half submerged in it was one
experience she was sure he would prefer not to remember. Not being
unconscious Lomax was glad that the female was too busy to observe him
closely, but all in all he succeeded in hanging loose and awaiting the
development of things.

Soon he was dragged totally out of the water and began his slow ascend to
the ship. The lifeline was secured at the front of the life west at about
the same height as the heart. As Isi guided him on the way up, she grabbed
hold of the west just south of the lifeline. This placed her elbow in the
general area of his genitalia, and she brushed against it several times.
Absurdly, he felt himself beginning to react to this slight skin contact.
Getting a hard-on then was about as far from unconsciousness-like behavior
as he could imagine and, determined to learn more about the ship before he
had to answer questions, he focused all his willpower on fighting it down.

A little higher, his right leg was brushed against the rough surface of the
ship hard enough to draw blood and the other problem solved it self. When he
was finally drawn over the rail he was almost ready to give up the act and
just drop and kiss the deck. With great effort he remained in character even
when he was placed on his back on the cold deck and felt the eyes of who
knows how many women on him.

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