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Subject: {ASSM} (Dr. D) First story ever: Rescue at Open Sea [2/3] (MF, Mf, FF, nc, reluc, rom, cons, oral)
Date: Sun, 16 Sep 2001 17:10:02 -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 at dr.d@wiseone.zzn.com

Enjoy!

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

By Dr. D the un-known

Chapter III : Now what, Popeye?

There was an uncanny silence around him and Lomax wondered if he had been
left on the deck to freeze to death. Soaked with cold water and exposed to
the cool night air, the problem with controlling his erection was now
definitely a thing of the past. Lomax did not know if unconscious men could
shiver from cold, but he had no choice in the matter and shivered away.

The 5 women had each been lost in their own thoughts for a moment, but
seeing the large body shiver, Cathy sprang into action. Kneeling to free him
of the life jacket, she looked up at Jane.

"Got any good ideas where to put him?"

"Yeah!" Jane said. "For tonight we'll stick with plan A, but please let him
keep the life west for a while." Cathy stopped undressing him.

"But why? It's soaked, he'll catch his death."

"Not because of another five minutes, I expect." Jane said. "It'll give us
something to grab onto when we move him. Naked men are so un-handy." Looking
down at the man's shriveled genitalia, Cathy smiled:

"I can see what you mean!"

With Cathy above him hanging on to his legs and Jane and Isi below him each
grabbing the west they slowly hoisted him down the stairs to the cabins on
his back. When Cathy actually reached the top of the stairs, the man was
stretched out over the entire length of the stairs. 'Oh, my God', Cathy
thought, 'how big is this guy? He must easily be 6 foot 6 inches'. She
shortly considered the women on board, of whom none were more than 5.75.
'Let's just hope he is friendly!'

Trying to get a good hold on the man while descending the stairs proved
impossible for Cathy. Instead she lay on the deck holding on to him as long
as she could and then let go, leaving it to Isi and Jane to steer him while
he bumped the rest of the way on his ass.

Cathy quickly joined them and together they dragged and carried him to the
passenger cabin, wich held three folded-up bunks in addition to the one
Shirlynn slept on. Mounted on the wall, one was quickly folded down and
dressed, while Cathy was finally allowed to strip the man of the life west
and towel him dry. At six feet the bunk was not nearly long enough for the
huge man, so they folded down the one next it. The bunks being four inches
apart, the man's feet easily reached into the new bunk. Then they sat him up
and succeed in giving him water by pouring it slowly into his mouth and
having him swallow it automatically.

His right leg was bleeding a bit and while Isi bandaged him, Cathy and Jane
adjourned to the door.

"Isn't that the biggest fellow you have ever seen?" Cathy said, whispering
for no good reason. Jane nodded and whispered back:

".and he's naked, unconscious, found under strange circumstances and is on
my boat, so whether I like it or not, he's my problem."

"Our problem!" Cathy said sternly. "Let's get some coffee; I bet Malu has
already put the kettle on." Jane smiled:

"That, or Biannka is yelling at her in German for not thinking that far
ahead! Either way, we'd better get up there!" They told Isi to join them in
the galley when she was done dressing the man's slight wounds and left her
with the apparently unconscious giant.

As the woman dressed his wounds and he warmed up, the problem with his cock
slowly returned. Every time she came around underneath his leg, her hand
brushed against the insides of his thigh, where he was particularly
sensitive. As he felt himself growing again, he totally abandoned any hope
of preventing it. Lomax had no idea if hard-ons happened to the unconscious,
but was ready to wager that neither had the woman. For a while the woman
continued to dress his wound, but then she brushed her hand against his
semi-hardened cock and all her movements stopped.

Isi looked down with keen interest. She knew exactly what she had just
brushed against (though she had modestly covered his midsection with the
blanket), and was quite sure that it was not in that area a minute ago.
Drawing back the blanket she saw that his cock had indeed grown and was
still filling. It looked like a nice one, but she could not really tell
because it was trapped between his thigh and his scrotum.

Isi felt sure that was quite uncomfortable for him, unconscious or not.
Checking the door, she carefully clutched it with two fingers and lifted it
out into freedom. The sound of it hitting his stomach was amazingly loud.
They would be expecting her in the galley shortly, and the rich brat would
most likely get to sleep in the room with him, so this might well be her
only chance. Checking the door again she tickled his balls with the index
finger of her right hand. His scrotum immediately contracted and there was a
visible increase in the size of his cock.

Frightened that someone might enter, she ran and checked the corridor. No
one was there and she closed the door, careful not to make any noise. There
was no lock on the door to the passengers' cabin, so closing it did not help
much. Running back to the bed, Isi quickly checked his face, suddenly
frightened that he might wake up. There seemed to be no change about him and
abandoning all caution she bend down and gripped him firmly with her right
hand.

It was a nice cock. Not too thick and quite long, it was exactly like she
liked them. She almost forgot where she was while she stroked him dreamily,
thinking back on other cocks just like that one.

A sound in the corridor roused her. In a second she had finished his
dressing, covered him up and was moving toward the door. When she opened it
there was nobody there, but the spell was broken and she made her way to the
galley.

In the galley everyone but Rich Kid was smoking and coffee was being drunk
all around. Isi shook a cigarette out of her packet and joined the others.
It sounded like the excitement about the new passenger was far from over.

Isi sat down between Malu and Biannka where there was easily room for her.
Malu and Biannka were her two favorite people on the crew, but though they
both seemed to like her, they just could not get the hang of each other.
Jane and Cathy were kind of OK too, but Isi was never 100% comfortable
around lesbians - she had no idea why.

As Isi sat down, Biannka was saying:

"Is that what we are going to do with this gentleman then! Feed and
entertain him for 10 days and just kiss him goodbye when we reach St. Malo?"
It was always easy to tell when Biannka was angry; her German heritage shone
through and when she said "the" it sounded like "zee". On these occasions
Isi had sometimes called her "doctor" because she sounded almost exactly
like Dr. Strangelove in that movie with Peter Sellers. This time she seemed
really upset though and Isi settled for her other pet name:

"What's wrong, Binn? You want to send the bloke on his way after all the
trouble I had with getting him up here?" Isi smiled her cutest smile at
Biannka, indicating to the older woman that even if that were the case, she
would understand.

"No!" Biannka almost yelled. "It's just that the captain wants us to clean
out the last crew cabin for this pirate! I say 'let him do it himself, if he
is so hot on privacy!'" Isi sent Jane a puzzled look.

"It seems the only way!" Jane said. "Even if he remains unconscious, he's a
man among women and should be allowed some kind of privacy." Isi felt her
cheeks beginning to burn with embarrassment; she could hardly argue as she
had just violated the guy's privacy herself. To hide it she smiled and
quickly said:

"He'd better stay unconscious! What is he going to wear if he wakes up? I
have nothing that fits him!" That started a discussion of the man's size
that was clearly not the first of its kind. While Malu and Shirlynn had a
passionate discussion about whether the man's upper arms were thicker than
their thighs (which undoubtedly they were!), Cathy and Jane met at the
coffee-machine for a t te- -t te.

"So, say we do move him into the extra crew cabin." Cathy whispered,
".shouldn't we get going so that we can get some shut-eye too? "

"Right!" Jane whispered, "You haven't seen that cabin lately, have you?"
Cathy shook her head.

"It's been unoccupied since you moved in with me. A lot of things have
gathered in there during these two years."

"But, how would you know?" Cathy asked puzzled. Jane smiled at her:

"I'm the captain!" she whispered, "It's my job to know. Trust me! It will
require at least 4 hours of work to clear it out. Tonight we sleep as usual.
Tomorrow we change the arrangements." Cathy almost forgot to whisper:

"But you can't let the child sleep in there!" Just barely whispering, "Not
when you know that men are what brought on all her troubles and got her sent
out here!" Jane did not agree:

"I doubt if even Rich Kid can get in trouble with an unconscious man, even
if he is huge!" she whispered, "Besides, I'm busted and I really don't want
to have to order someone out of their cabin to let Rich Kid sleep in there.
What we have now will have to do."

Cathy almost tried again, but then she got a good look at her lover and
realized that Jane was not just busted. She was literally fighting to stay
on her feet. Cathy laid her arm around Jane, who gratefully placed some
weight on her. Cathy whispered:

"Let's just tell them then and go to bed, shall we?" Jane nodded and the two
of them said their goodnights and headed off to bed. Not much later the rest
of them broke up too. A long night seemed finally over.


Chapter IV : No more Sleeping Beauty

Shirlynn was the next to leave. No one really noticed as she got up and
silently left the galley. Malu was the only one on the crew who was
genuinely sorry that Shirlynn was having such insurmountable difficulties
fitting into the crew. A low-status member of the crew herself, there was
not much she could do about it.

Slowly making her way to the back-cabin, Shirlynn pondered the extraordinary
happenings of the evening and marked Isidora down as a heroine. She did not
really think about sharing her room with the sleeping giant. Far from being
chaste, she was also not the sexual predator her mother had made her out to
be, and she would have had no idea what to do with an unconscious man.

She entered the cabin silently, as if afraid to wake him up. The room was
pitch-black and she had no choice but to turn on the light. Quickly making
her way to her bunk, she turned on the highly focused, battery-operated
spotlight by the bunk and killed the main light.

Having actually fallen asleep after searching the room (and finding
nothing), Lomax was awakened by the gentle scraping of the door. He kept his
eyes closed and heard somebody entering the room. Shortly the main light was
on, and then there was just a faint light and the rustling of someone
getting into the other bunk.

Given the size of the ship, Lomax had really expected to be left alone in
the cabin. He wondered shortly what to do if he needed to take a piss, but
realizing that the masquerade could not go on forever in any case, he
decided not to worry.

Shirlynn quickly stripped down to T-shirt and panties, slipped under the
covers and turned off the spotlight. At first it just felt great to be back
in bed. It had gotten pretty late and she should really have been exhausted,
but was still psyched from the eventful evening. Rest did not come easy.

It was not really under her conscious control: her fingers just crept down
to her panties and under the rim. Slowly massaging the outer lips, she felt
the fire returning and remembered how close she had been when Cathy
disturbed her. Quickly she was back in the mood and had pushed the panties
down and off, the slumbering giant in the next bunk long forgotten.

At first Lomax was sure that his strained nerves were playing a trick on
him. Reacting to a distinct female odor that he could almost sense, he felt
himself hardening significantly. Some time passed before he picked up on the
rustling of her blanket. Even later he heard her breathing getting heavy and
deliberate. Fully realizing that the woman was masturbating, Lomax jr.
quickly hardened to full attention.

Opening his eyes, Lomax tested the darkness. It was not entirely black. The
moon was still out and the porthole let in just enough light for him to see
the silhouette of the woman. Sure enough, she was masturbating. Moving
surprisingly quickly and silently for such a large man, Lomax removed his
blanket and sat up on the bunk. The woman was now moaning continually and
did not appear to hear him. There were less than three full steps to the
other bunk; taking two, Lomax got as close as he dared and crouched on the
floor.

At first he thought the light and his nerves were playing a trick on him:
The woman masturbating on the bunk was no woman; she was a child. Her eyes
closed, blonde hair flowing over her shoulders and shining white teeth
biting her lover lip, she appeared 16, maybe 17 at the most. Lomax quickly
decided that she probably just had one of those young faces. After all: what
would make a teenage girl travel with a commercial freighter?

Even if he had known that she really was just 17 it is highly unlikely that
anything would have gone differently. Lomax was a lot of things; picky was
not one of them!

Given the circumstances another man might just have grabbed his dick,
whacked off and gone back to bed, but Lomax had never gotten the hang of
masturbation. Instead, acting on the spur of the moment as was his nature,
the naked Lomax rose and yanked the blanket off the girl.

She was slim and beautiful. The T-shirt covered her upper body, but the tits
seemed nice and firm. Her hips were kind of narrow and she had long, shapely
legs. For almost a full second, time appeared frozen and Lomax just enjoyed
the image of the exposed, flustered girl. Then she inhaled sharply,
apparently preparing to scream.

Again moving with an impressive, almost impossible speed for such a large
man, Lomax covered her mouth (actually her entire lower face) with his left
hand and wagged his right index finger in her face. The hand on her face was
so heavy and felt so powerful, that she could actually imagine him crushing
her face in just by applying more force.

Lomax had that raw and keen instinct that drives most large predators.
Looking down into her large frightened eyes his instincts told him that she
was already broken and was his for the taking. He let his large right hand
move slowly down her body, around her private parts and down her thigh in
one long caressing movement like a lover would, sending the implicit message
perhaps, that she could have it light or rough, but that she would get it
either way. Holding her eyes with his, he said:

"I'll remove my hand. You won't scream, will you?" Feeling her trying to
shake her head, he moved his right hand back up her body, and said, "We'll
have a great time!" and let go of her face with his left hand just as the
right hand reached her pussy.

She had never gotten around to closing her legs entirely and his hand
reached the area above her sex finding it totally bare, though not smooth.
There was a slight scraping that suggested that her last shaving was perhaps
3 or 4 days hence. Moving downward he heard her suddenly sucking in air and
her hips buckled. There was the same slight roughness on her outer labia,
but, reaching the opening of her pussy, he forgave all: she was entirely and
totally soaked!

Shirlynn had been undeniably frightened when she suddenly found the giant
man looming over her. Many simultaneous thoughts had occurred to her all at
once:
The man had most likely been faking his unconsciousness, which could mean
any number of things - most of them bad.
She was all-alone with him and had not a chance in hell of defending herself
against him.
His cock was rock hard, long and slim. She had never had a cock that long,
she was sure. She was just as sure that in a minute she would have.
Realizing that, she also realized that she would give it willingly, even
eagerly. It was this that she was about to indicate, when he assumed that
she was about to scream.

She had then been really frightened when she felt the immense power of the
hand that covered her mouth. What if he was an insane killer and would not
settle for straight sex? With his hand caressing her pussy with surprising
softness they were rapidly getting on the same page and she reached out to
caress his cock.

When her hand connected with his slim shaft, he looked down approvingly and
got down on his knees to ease her access. With that he moved both hands to
her neck and grabbed hold of the neck of her T-shirt as if he wanted to pull
her somewhere. After a short bulging of his massive arms, the T-shirt ripped
and he tore it all the way to the bottom where he ripped the rim too and
released the sides exposing a pair of nice, round tits with large dark red
areolas and small, but stiff nipples.

"I'd have taken it off, you know!?" she said smiling.

"Faster and more impressive" he said granting her one of his predatory
smiles.

'And a reminder that I am all at his mercy' she tried not to think. The knot
of fear from being alone with a total stranger returned. She studied his
features as he fondled her newly exposed breasts lightly. In the
half-darkness he had classical facial features that looked like something
sculpted in marble. For an instant the kind face of a potential lover and
the shadow of something immensely cold seemed superimposed on that face,
then the illusion was gone and he smiled at her with wide even teeth and
moved his hand back to her crotch.

The moment his hand reached the area of her clitoris, she tightened her grip
on his cock, closed her eyes and starts making small moaning noises in time
with his caresses. At first he just rubbed the clitoral hood and let his
fingers trail the slight roughness of her outer lips, sometimes touching,
but not entering her moist opening.

After a while he felt her slowly beginning to rub his cock, which she had
just held until then. One cannot just pull aimlessly back and forth on an
eight-inch cock; the skin cannot move that much and pain will incur where
pleasure was intended. He had had to educate a lot of women to this fact,
but she did it just right from the word go. 'Born slut' he thought, 'Just
can't beat bad genes!'

He was still massaging her slowly and lightly, but now moved his hand
directly to her clitoris and rubbed it directly with two fingers. She
immediately inhaled sharply and flung open her eyes that now seemed nearly
as predatory as his. Moving purposely to the rim of the bunk and bowing her
head, she stepped up the stimulation too.

He did not move to accommodate her plan but even given the somewhat awkward
angle there was more cock than she could possibly fit in her mouth. It was
not very wide; maybe little more than two of her fingers side by side, and
that dimension caused her no trouble. The length was another matter entirely
and she gripped it firmly by the base to prevent him from pushing too much
of it into her mouth. She had never attempted deep throating a cock and was
not about to. Throwing up on him would, she felt, be a turnoff.

Given the circumstances, most men would have stopped what they were doing,
gripped her head with both hands and have given her as deep a scull-fuck as
they would have been allowed. Lomax was not, as has been implied, like most
men and he was already beyond blowjobs. He moved his hand back down to her
hole. Her outer lips framed tiny inner lips, which only just protruded from
the outer ones.

Feeling her tinyness Lomax hesitated slightly. In his life, he had done many
things he was not particularly proud of, but to the best of his knowledge he
had never raped a child. He experimentally inserted his index finger in her
pussy to the first knuckle and felt a heavenly tightness. He even had to
apply force the get a single finger into her. This was going to be great!

Lomax got up abruptly, causing his cock to make an audible 'plop' when it
left her sucking mouth. He went to one of the unused bunks and examined it
shortly. The 'mattress' was an unmovable leather contraption applied
directly to the wood. He took hold and simply tore the bunk out of the wall.
Then he placed it centrally on the floor and indicated with an inviting hand
gesture that the bed was ready.

Shirlynn had followed his actions intensely and was already on her way when
he placed the torn bunk. Going there she shed the torn T-shirt (after wiping
her mouth in it). Lomax was kneeling at the end of the mattress (nee bunk)
and she stopped a foot away from him, straddling the mattress. They were
nearly eye-to-eye and she marveled again at his hugeness.

"Where do you want me?" she asked coyly. Instead of answering her, he put
his right arm behind her back, grabbed both her ankles with the other and
swung her off the ground. Thinking that he would drop her, she gave a shriek
and went rigid, but almost immediately it became apparent that she was not
falling anywhere - he just held her level for a second while she got used to
the thought that he could easily carry her weight. When she relaxed, he let
go of her right leg and, still supporting her back and her left leg, pulled
her slowly toward him.

When she realized what he was planning, she immediately bent both her legs
and arched her back to grant him access. His cock was still hard and ready
and after only a couple of tries it connected with her pussy. Moving forward
from there proved much more difficult. Her flesh felt totally unyielding,
his cock bent and slipped and got no further.

Laying her down he gave her a strange look:

"You a virgin?"

"No!" she said and laughed, "I'm definitely no virgin. I was flying for the
first time and was half bent over! Can you blame a girl for cramping up?"
She smiled coyly, "Try it now, sailor. I've got room!" With that she spread
her legs and her arms invitingly. He quickly moved up and placed himself at
her pussy again. She looked tiny enough to crumble under him, but there was
no way back now.

He applied only the faintest pressure and they both enjoyed the pre-fuck
intensity. He put two fingers up to her mouth and into it. First she just
sucked on them, but then she caught on and assembled as much saliva as she
could. He took the dripping fingers out of her mouth and applied the
moisture to his cock without taking it away from her hole.

Then he clearly decided that the wait was over and pressed into her in one
long steady movement. She had told the truth, she was no virgin. She was
just incredibly young and tight. Luckily she was quite deep and Lomax could
almost get his entire tool into her. When he hit bottom she gasped and
grabbed his arms trying to pull him down on top of her. He let her have her
way and bent down to her. Supporting himself by his elbows he covered her
entirely and she was in the perfect position to bite into one of his
nipples.

Placing just a little more weight on her, he seemed to forget about her and
just worked his cock in and out of her without lifting his upper body. She
worked with him, finding his rhythm and accepting his weight. 10-15 strokes
he gave her, and then he rose again and locked eyes with her. Bending down
he kissed her full on the lips and thrust his tongue into her mouth. She
accepted this new intrusion into her body and suckled on it slowly and
deliberately.

With this he stepped up his pace and rammed his cock into her with total
abandon. She lost all remaining control and just moaned in sync with his
thrusts. He rose entirely, grabbed her ankles and pushed her knees to her
chin. With free access he could get deep enough to hurt her, but at exactly
that time she had an orgasm and her legs started to spasm wildly. Incredibly
Lomax had to fight just to stay inside her. When the flexing reached her
cunt muscles Lomax lost control and started spewing his load into her. He
pumped twice and then just stopped deep inside her unloading thick jets of
sperm for what seemed like minutes on end.

Then he came to and realized that he was still pressing her knees down
around her ears. He quickly let go and her legs fell powerlessly to the
floor. He pulled out of her slowly allowing himself to enjoy the now almost
painful tightness of her pussy.

"That," he said, "was what I needed. Thanks honey!" He bent down and planted
a kiss on her forehead. Without further ceremony he got up, wiped himself on
a spare sheet and went back on his bunk. Within a few minutes he was snoring
away.

Shirlynn felt run over and remained on the floor for a long time. She might
even have napped a little, but in the end it got too cold. She rose on
shaking legs and took inventory. She had at least 10 sore spots that were
just waiting to turn into bruises. Sperm was running down her legs and into
the cracks of the wooden floor. The room was a mess and smelled so heavily
of sex that you could have carved the smell out with a knife. Shirlynn
abandoned all hope of straitening out the room and just opened the porthole
to get rid of the worst stench. Then she staggered over to her bunk, lay
down and passed out.

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