Aaron brought up that I had caught the kingfish all on my own. Tony was very impressed; he reckoned it must weigh more than I did. Valerie praised me and declared that Ryker should marry me quickly, as he would never get another woman as good as me. I noticed that statement wiped the smile from Aaron’s face for a minute, and Max looked decidedly pissed off.
Dinner was amazing; we started with a scallop mornay, which was Valerie’s specialty. Then Ryker had done kingfish steaks with veggies from Tony’s garden. And we finished with a blackberry and apple pie, the blackberries having been picked a month or two before and frozen. I ate like a horse. I was so hungry. They told me it was the sea air.
A couple arrived just before we finished dinner and were introduced to me as Rex and Sally. Again I opened my eyes wide as Sally kissed Valerie on the lips more passionately than I thought was decent, but no one else seemed concerned.
The couple was there to pick up Nicholas, who would stay overnight at their place. Which seemed a bit strange to me; I thought he would have wanted to stay with his father. But he just hugged Ryker and was happy to go with them.
We moved out onto their deck to watch the sunset. The booze was flowing, but when Max leaned over to pour me another glass, Aaron stopped him, “Veronique has to get from the dinghy to the yacht in the dark later. So go light on her.”
But after that, I noted that Valerie was plying Max with a fresh beer every time he put his can down. And after dinner, Ryker gave Max a brandy, which he quickly finished and was just as promptly served another. I didn’t read a lot into it at first, but it soon became apparent that they were stitching him up. I didn’t comment, though, as I was getting annoyed with him; he was getting drunk and acting possessively. Also, he was still trying to give me more wine, even after Aaron’s warning. So I just declined nicely, and when I caught him trying to pour some in my glass when he thought I wasn’t looking, I just gave him a look and poured it onto the bush below the deck.
When the guys got up and started cleaning up, Valerie took me inside and sat on the settee with me, stating she wanted to talk. Within a minute, we realised we both spoke French. Her mother had been French, and I told her of my mother’s love of that country and that she had spoken French to me from an early age.
Valerie told me I was nothing like what she expected, which made me realise that someone had told her I was coming, and yet I had seen no one on the yacht make a call on their phone. Next, she quizzed me about my relationship with Max. I told her about him messing me around and that I had decided to finish with him. Then I told her how, before I could tell him we were over, he had turned up and talked my father into letting me come on this trip. Valerie got a bit personal about my sex life, but I found her easy to talk to, so I admitted to her that apart from some fumbling with a guy at our youth group, Max was the only guy I had ever slept with.
When the guys had finished and had come over to join us, I noted that Valerie took Ryker and Aaron aside and had an intense conversation with them. I wondered what was so important, but soon they all joined me and were all smiling and happy, so I guessed they had sorted out what was bothering her.
Around 9:00, Aaron indicated that we should get back to the boat. We had to help Max to his feet as he was very unsteady, and Tony and Aaron had to half carry him to the van.
It was not until we drove off to the beach that I realised Ryker was not with us. I leaned over to Aaron and whispered, ‘Where is Ryker?”
“He’s staying with Valerie for a while. Tony will row him out to the boat later.”
I was gobsmacked and instantly realised why they were so openly passionate with one another. “You mean he’s going to sleep with her?”
I spoke too loud as Tony answered me from the front seat, “Don’t be surprised. We both love her. We always share the same bed when he visits.”
I must have opened my mouth wide in astonishment as Aaron roared with laughter at my reaction and told me to shut my mouth or I would catch a fly.
I was embarrassed and looked over at Max. Well, that was one thing I didn’t need to worry about; there was no way he was in any condition to be pestering me that night. Then it ran through my mind that this would be an excellent time to let Aaron know I was not in the least interested in Max. That’s if he hadn’t already guessed that.
I blushed at my ribald thoughts. I needed to get my act together; I was acting like some cheap hussy. What would Aaron think of me?
Getting Max into the dinghy was relatively easy, but getting him off at the other end was a herculean effort. Aaron had obviously been through the exercise before, though, as while I held the dinghy against the side, he manhandled Max onto the deck.
Once onboard, he hung Max over the side, stuck his fingers down his throat, then looked at me and said, “Don’t want him bringing all that up in his bunk.”
After Max had finished puking up everything he had had that night, Aaron again manhandled him down to his bunk and thrust him into it fully dressed. Soon he was snoring loud enough to wake the dead and had me wondering how I would get to sleep with all that noise.
I felt awkward around Aaron, thinking he could read my mind and know what I had thought. But he acted perfectly normal, just as he had all day. He asked me if I wanted to talk or play cards, but I didn’t trust myself and said I was ready to go to bed. So he showed me how to operate the shower, where to put my toothbrush, etc.
I don’t know exactly how it happened or who started it, but I found myself kissing him, and after only a few minutes, we were stripping each other’s clothes. Our efforts to shower together in a cubicle that was hardly big enough for me, let alone his hulking size, had us laughing and giggling like schoolkids.
Then not even properly dry, he picked me up and carried me to his bed in the bow. I was surprised to see that the bunks had been made into a double bed, and it kind of registered that this may have been planned way earlier, certainly before we had gone ashore.
But before I could voice my sceptical suspicions, his lips found mine, and they were soft and wine-flavoured; his tongue forced its way inside, and my tongue responded against his. I had goosebumps all over. We French kissed, and I felt him take control of me.
He pushed me down onto the bed; his mouth found my breasts and sucked on my nipples, driving me mad with desire. Then his fingers found my pussy, and opened its folds like a rose. He started kissing down my body, lingering at my belly button, then down to the insides of my thighs.
I reached down to try and stop him. I had read about muff diving, so I knew where this was heading. But I must admit to thinking I was dirty, as I was already very wet. Also, I had never understood who would ever want to kiss a woman there.
But he was too strong for me; his head was between my legs, and his mouth enveloped my sex before I had time to put up much of a fight. He wormed his tongue inside, and I began to writhe around, my body enveloped in the most incredible sensations. My toes curled up so tight I could have hung upside down from a clothesline. I just spread my legs as wide as they would go, all pretence of my being a pure young lady having evaporated. I reached down, grabbed his blond mane and pulled him hard against my sex.
I have no idea how long he ate me, but I had more than one orgasm. And when I felt another building, I frantically tried to hold him there as he pulled away. But I was not frustrated for long. He crawled up on top of me, took my hand and placed it around his hard rod.
‘Placed around it’ is a bit of a misnomer, as his cock was immense; I could not get the ends of my fingers to touch. I have tiny hands, but they had no problem circling the appendage of that drunk bastard in the aft bunk, and I had thought that he was big.
I lifted my head to look at what I held, “Oh, hell! I will never take that; it’s too big.” I moaned in his ear.
Aaron smiled at me, “I’ve heard those words before, but I’ve never had any problems; Just take it slow. I will let you set the pace.”
So I tentatively guided him against my wet slit and tried to ease him in. Thank god he took it slow, applying a little pressure, then easing to give me time to adjust. I looked down between us and was surprised to see it was halfway in already. It didn’t even hurt, and I suddenly felt a rush of excitement surge through me. I wanted him to do it to me, hard. The thought of his huge cock made me even wetter, which had me a bit worried about his reaction to the mess I was making. I adjusted slightly, feeling my vaginal walls envelop his angry cock; he didn’t seem concerned about all my mess and groaned out loud as he pushed himself home.
Then I felt his hand envelop one of my breasts, his fingers touching the nipple, then rolling it between his finger and thumb. At that point, I started to moan and call out for him to fuck me. I was embarrassed, I was acting like a cheap slut, but I couldn’t help myself.
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