Mixed Drinks, Yachting Cocktail

Literotic asexstories – Mixed Drinks, Yachting Cocktail by JimBob44,JimBob44 *Author’s Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

*Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

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Michaela Danilov pulled her cell phone out of her purse and smiled happily; it was her cousin Adair ‘Dare’ Danilov. She answered, turning from her best friend Bryanna Pinolet. She tucked a loose strand of her white blonde hair behind her ear.

“Hello, who is this, what you want, why you bothering me, huh, speak up I can’t hear you,” she barked.

“You are beyond stupid,” Dare laughed.

“Ooh, is that Dare?” Bryanna begged. “Ooh, let me, let me, I want to talk to him, please?”

“Shut up; damn, I’ll put him on speaker, goof ball,” Michaela shook her head.

“Will never believe what I managed to get,” Dare told the two eighteen year old girls.

“What?” Bryanna asked, breathless.

“You’re right; we’ll never guess so tell us,” Michaela ordered; Dare loved to tell a good story, dragging it out as long as possible.

“Know My next door neighbor, Mr. Breaux?” Dare asked, warming up to his story.

“You got Mr. Breaux? Jesus, isn’t he like a thousand years old or something?” Michaela teased.

“Dare! You gay?” Bryanna gasped, fighting down her laughter.

“An…y…way,” Dare said.

“Well, thanks for letting us know,” Michaela said.

“Bye,” Bryanna said.

“Wait!” Dare cried out.

“Wait what?” Michaela said. “You’re a big giant homo; Bryanna and me? We got better things to do than waste our time on a big giant homo.”

“But it is too bad,” Bryanna said. “I mean, I would totally ruin you, but if you all happy with Mr. Breaux…”

“They’re getting a divorce; she’s pregnant and Mr. Breaux had a vasectomy like twenty years ago and…” Dare hastened to tell them.

“A whack job? Oh. Does that mean he can’t shoot that white stuff no more?” Michaela asked, giggling.

“So, I bought Mr. Breaux’s sailboat,” Dare continued. “Said it wasn’t worth fighting over and since they haven’t been out on it in like years…”

“A sailboat?” Michaela and Bryanna gasped.

“Wait, wait, how big?” Michaela asked. “It’s not like this dinky little boat gets tipped over at the first wave, huh?”

“A twenty six footer; got it for five thousand and the slip fees are paid up for the year,” Dare bragged.

“A twenty six…wow!” Michaela said.

“Wow!” Bryanna agreed. “When can we go on it?”

“Tomorrow,” Dare said. “Taking it out; supposed to be perfect for sailing.”

“Aw!” Bryanna whined.

“What?” Michaela asked.

“Remember? My stupid grandmother and aunt are stopping by,” Bryanna whined. “We’re doing a standing rib roast and that means I got to make my wilted salad and broccoli rice.”

“Michaela?” Dare asked.

“Bye,” Michaela said to Bryanna, even sticking her tongue out at her best friend.

“I hate you,” Bryanna groused to Michaela, freckles obscured by her angry flush.

“Uh huh,” Michaela said.

“So, pick you up, mm, ’bout eight?” Dare suggested. “We’ll do some sailing, have a little basket lunch? Like I said, the weather’s supposed be perfect.”

“Okay!” Michaela agreed.

“Bye,” Bryanna barked, stomping from Michaela’s bedroom.

“Bye. Have fun with your grandmother,” Michaela cheerfully called out.

Michaela couldn’t blame Bryanna for having a crush on Adair Danilov; he had white blond hair that reached to his shoulder blades when he took it out of his ponytail. He had ice blue eyes, a regal nose and a square jaw. At eighteen years of age, he stood at six feet two inches and possessed rippling muscles, washboard abdomen and powerful legs.

At the front door of the Danilov home, Bryanna admitted, she really didn’t hate Michaela. Michaela admitted she was sorry Bryanna wouldn’t get to go this time, but assured the chubby red head that there would be other times.

“Hell, maybe I’ll get him to take you out, just you and him,” Michaela whispered and the two eighteen year old girls squealed then giggled.

Stefan and Margaret Danilov gave their permission for Michaela to go for the day; even though it would be Saturday, both parents were working. And, they already knew about the sailboat; Ivan had called his baby brother to share the news.

“In the morning?” Margaret counseled. “Just eat some toast. Getting seasick is no fun.”

In her bedroom again, Michaela found her bathing suit and tried it on. The black top was just a band across her 30C breasts, covering her half-dollar coin sized areolae and fat nipples from view. The thong bottom framed her bubble butt to perfection. None of her white-blonde hair was visible; she would not need to trim anything.

The black bathing suit was a stark contrast with her lightly tanned flesh. Her blonde hair hung down to her round buttocks; she wore it parted on her right, sweeping it to the left. Her ice blue eyes were large, expressive eyes; her father said she’d never be a good poker player.

Her nose was slim, her cheekbones were high, pronouncing her Russian heritage. Her lips were full, pouting; her last boyfriend had crudely called them ‘DSL’ or ‘Dick Sucking Lips’ but everyone else called them ‘kissable lips.’

In the morning, Michaela heeded her mother’s advice and dined on whole wheat toast and a cup of coffee. Ten minutes before eight o’clock, Dare pulled up in his 2004Chevy Camaro. He’d managed to get the high powered muscle car for a bargain; the young man that had owned it was going into the Air Force and didn’t want it sitting idle while he served his country. Adair had a knack for finding those kind of bargains; finding people that needed to make a quick buck or needed to unload something.

Michaela pulled a loose tee shirt on over her black bikini and skipped out to Dare’s car. Getting into the very low slung passenger seat, she leaned over the console and kissed him on his lips. She breathed in deeply of his manly scent and felt a little patter in her heart as he smiled at her.

“Oh, oh, need swing by Schaubs; need to get some sunscreen,” Michaela ordered as she buckled up.

“Uh huh,” Dare said, twisting and reaching behind her seat.

He showed her a large bottle of sunscreen. Putting the bottle behind her again, he then showed her a bottle of sunning lotion.

“Oh, and Daddy says got to wear life jackets the whole time,” Michaela said as Dare backed out of the driveway.

“Got three of them right behind me on the floorboard,” Dare said, turning up the Guns N’ Roses song playing on KULD radio. “Too bad Bryanna ain’t coming, huh?”

“OMG; this song is like how old?” Michaela complained as ‘Paradise City’ poured out.

“I don’t know, what? A hundred years old?” Dare agreed. “But, uh, still kicks.”

“And…” Dare said, pulling up to the Jazz Beach Boat Launch.

He parked the car, checked a scrap of paper and looked around. Seeing the faded but still legible signs marking each floating walkway, Dare nodded when he saw ‘D’ on the fourth post. He’d been out here last night, preparing the boat for today’s excursion, but the area looked different in the daylight.

“D twenty three,” Dare told Michaela as they got out of his car.

Dare handed his cousin the three life jackets and the canvas bag that held sunning lotion and sunscreen. Popping the trunk, Dare pulled out a large green ice chest. He hefted the chest to his shoulder and made sure the car was securely locked. Then he followed Michaela’s wiggling, waggling buttocks as she stepped onto the floating wooden walkway. Even as his eyes watched her cute backside, Dare also kept an eye on the numbers to the right; the even numbered slips were to their left.

“And…twenty three,” Michaela and Dare said at the same time as they reached The Mandy.

“Jinx!” Michaela cried out, laughing.

“Whatever,” Dare laughed, putting the ice chest down.

He helped Michaela up and over the railing of the boat. He then put the ice chest onto the railing then pulled himself up and over. Then he put the ice chest onto the starboard bench of the cockpit.

“And…thirty eight left,” Dare said, again reading Mr. Breaux’s combination for the lock on the hatch.

The hatch opened easily and Dare put the ice chest into the galley. Excited and curious, Michaela skipped down the steps and examined the interior of the large boat. There was a bed underneath the cockpit in the aft, there were two benches on port and starboard sides, each with a bolted down table in front of the bench. Above each bench and underneath each bench were storage cabinets. To the front of the port bench and table was a small door. To the front of the starboard bench and table was a small gas stove with two burners. Above and below the gas stove were small cabinets. Next to the stove was a tiny sink with tiny faucet.

Opening the small door across from the stove, Michaela saw a small bathroom with chemical toilet and impossibly small shower cubicle. There was a small vanity and small sink. Michaela nodded with satisfaction; there was a large roll of toilet paper next to the commode and a roll of paper towels affixed to the wall above the toilet paper roll.

In the front of the boat was a large bed that took up the entire fore of the boat. Underneath the bed was a storage cabinet. Above the bed, Michaela could see light through a transluscent square. To the left and to the right of the bed were portholes.

Walking back, Michaela could now see two porholes to the left and right of the bed underneath the cockpit.

Dare was now shirtless and was smearing sunscreen very liberally onto his body. Michaela grabbed the bottle and squirted a generous handful of the gooey substance and rubbed the ointment into Dare’s back. Flinging her tee shirt onto the bench just to the left inside the galley, Michaela then began to apply the ointment to her own flesh.

Unhooking her bikini top, Michaela held the scrap of material to her front and turned so Dare could coat her back with the unguent. She shivered as his fingers worked the lotion into her neck and shoulders, then over her smooth back, working down to get all of her back coated.

“Dare! Quit!” Michaela giggled as Dare’s greasy finger dipped below the thin waistband of her bikini bottom, dipping into the deep furrow of her buttocks.

She might be saying ‘quit’ but Michaela thrust her buttocks toward Dare as she again fastened her bikini top. Dare gave her a quick hug from behind, then released her. Michaele smeared some more sunscreen onto her exposed buttocks, then made sure to get her legs.

“Ears. I always forget my ears,” Dare reminded Michaela when she determined she was done.

“Oh yeah,” Michaela smiled and squirted some more lotion into her hands.

“And, life jackets,” Dare said, helping her to put her bulky life vest on.

“Dare!” Michaela squealed, giggling as he ‘accidentally’ fondled her breasts while attaching the top of the three belts that held the life jacket onto the wearer.

The outboard motor started on the first try. Michaela sat next to Dare, pressing against him as he maneuvered away from the slip. Finally, they were free of the maze of wooden walkways and slips and boats and were out on the Gulf of Mexico. Dare cut off the motor and they bobbed on the water. Michaela watched as Dare hoisted the jib then the main sails and dropped back into the cockpit.

“You okay? Not feeling a little sea sick or anything?” Dare asked as he pushed the tiller, trying to find the breeze.

“No,” Michaela said, surprised. “No, I, I’m fine.”

A gust caught the sails and they began skimming along the water. Michaela gasped in delight and Dare smiled at her happiness. Leaning over, she pressed her lips to his. She snuggled up against him when he put his muscled arm around her shoulders.

At ten thirty, Michaela said she was dying of thirst. Dare pointed to the ice chest in the galley and asked her to fetch him a bottle of water as well.

“Hey! This, what’s this?” Michaela whooped, seeing a fifth of Albertson’s Gin and two bottles of Mark’s Liqueurs inside of the ice chest.

“What’s it look like; buddy, slow down, slow down, slow down!” Dare asked then yelled at a speedboat that was zipping too close for comfort.

“Um, gin and…” Michaela said.

“Oh yeah, that’s for later,” Dare said.

“Why’s it not for now?” Michaela whined.

“After lunch,” Dare said, then yelled, “Ass hole!” when the speedboat splashed him.

“Please? Pretty please?” Michaela begged, leaning against him, fluttering her eyelashes.

“Where’s my water?” Dare asked.

“Huh? Oh, oh yeah!” Michaela giggled and jumped into the galley again.

Dare had Michaela steer the boat. He pinned her against the aft of the boat, sitting next to her. She beamed up and his handsome face and softly kissed his cheek. They both drained their bottles of water and Dare retrieved two more bottles.

“Ooh, suppose I got to tinkle?” Michaela suddenly worried as she guzzled the water.

“Hang it over the side,” Dare pointed to the waves all around them.

“Dare!” Michaela protested.

“Sweetheart, there’s that toilet down there,” Dare reminded her. “But seriously? You’ll sweat it all out. I doubt very seriously you’ll need to tinkle out here.”

When Michaela tired of fighting with the tiller, tired of trying to keep the sails filled with the light breeze, Dare again took the tiller. He pointed out an oil tanker far off, out in the gulf. At that distance, they couldn’t determine if it would be an American ship or perhaps a Mexican tanker.

Dare dropped the sails then used the small outboard motor to guide them to a buoy. Looking around, Michaela could see small dots, small signs that there were other ships, other pleasure crafts on the waters this day. But they were so far away.

With the sails down and the sailboat tethered to the buoy, Dare decided they could dispense of their life vests. Michaela giggled when Dare assisted her in unclipping the vest; he used the opportunity to again ‘accidentally’ fondle her breasts.

Dare then stretched an awning across the rear of the boat. He used the boom itself to hold the awning aloft, giving them some shade to enjoy while eating their lunch of cold fried chicken, pasta salad and slices of cantelope.

“I love you. Love you so much,” Michaela admitted, leaning against him.

“Love you too,” Dare said and softly kissed her on her lips.

“Oh! Oh, that, it’s after lunch; we make those drinks now?” Michaela asked, stretched out, half in and half out of the blistering sun.

Dare grabbed some twelve ounce plastic cups and poured some gin, then equal parts Mark’s Vanilla Liqueur and Mark’s Cream of Lime Liqueur into each cup. He then dropped in some ice cubes and swirled the cups, mixing the drink.

“What is this?” Michaela asked, approving of the sweet and tart beverage.

“”Don’t know,” Dare shrugged. “The Albertson’s was on sale and someone had put those liqueurs right next to the gin so…”

“It’s a yachting cocktail!” Michaela declared after a deep gulp of the beverage.

Taking another hefty gulp of the beverage, Michaela looked around. She could just make out a few craft that were closer to shore. There was another tanker headed due east and a cargo ship several miles behind the tanker, also heading east.

“I can get a tan out here?” Michaela asked.

“Yeah,” Dare said. “Why I brought the lotion.”

“Get my back?” Michaela asked, undoing the simple strap around her breasts.

“I uh, yeah, yeah, I’ll get your back,” Dare said, looking at Michaela’s beautiful breasts.

Michaela moved her long blonde hair aside and sighed as Dare massaged the oil into her neck and shoulders and arms. She groaned happily as Dare dribbled the warm oil onto her exposed back, sending shivers throughout her body. She drank deeply, emptying her yachting cocktail.

“Get you another one in a minute,” Dare said, working the oil into her back.

“Okay,” Michaela purred, stretching out onto the bench, her entire back exposed to the broiling sun. “Legs, don’t forget the legs too, hear?”

“Michaela, you can get your own legs,” Dare said, staring at her luscious buttocks framed by the black bikini bottom.

“Uh huh, but it’s more fun if you do it,” Michaela admitted. “Wait, make sure you get it all.

“Oh man!” Dare groaned as Michaela wiggled out of her bikini bottom, fully baring her luscious backside to him.

“Mm,” Michaela purred as Dare’s firm fingers soothed the lotion into her warm flesh.

“God,” Dare groaned as Michaela’s pink anus came into view.

Underneath her little star was a thicket of blonde hairs. And through the thicket, Dare could see her plump inner lips, slick with moisture peeking out.

“Dare!” Michaela squealed when she felt her cousin’s tongue swipe at her tiny rosebud.

“Oh, Dare!” Michaela groaned as he used his strong hands to part her buttocks.

There was an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach as her cousin played with her fleshy globes. His strong fingers kneading her flesh had started her juices flowing but when he touched her buttocks, the feelings intensified.

“Oh!” was all she said as he tried to push his tongue into her rectum.

The feeling of his tongue tickling her sweaty, tightly clenched anus was so vulgar, so file and…naughty and exciting. The odd feeling in the pit of her guts intensified; she almost felt sick from the feelings in her guts.

She sighed as he quickly coated her legs with the sunning lotion. Then, he dribbled some sunning lotion at the top of her furrow. The oil dribbled down and Dare rubbed the oil around Michaela’s anus.

“Oh, oh yes, oh Dare,” Michaela grunted as Dare worked his middle finger into her willing rectum.

That odd, off-center feeling had lessened somewhat when his touches had left her buttocks. Then, when she’d felt the warm oil dribbling down, dribbling over her anus, Michaela had almost begged him to stop, begged Dare to continue, to hurry with his illicit actions.

She grunted and groaned as he thrust the thick digit into her rectum. Adding a second finger, Dare drew a deep, guttural groan from Michaela’s lips. Her legs parted wide to give him better access to her backdoor.

“Ack!” she screamed out when Dare’s thumb mashed against her clitoris.

She shook and grunted in orgasm for a long moment. When Dare worked a third greasy finger into her straining rectum, Michaela ground her teeth. His fingers were thick; even with the oil it was an uncomfortable intrusion. But she found herself wanting the intrusion, wanting more of his fingers inside of her.

“I, Dare, I, oh, oh, oh!” Michaela grunted, thrusting herself back to force more of his fingers into herself.

“Michaela, I, I got to…” Dare whined.

“ACK!” Michaela screamed out as Dare jerked his fingers from her stretched anus.

“Oh Jesus God,” Michaela shrieked as the blunt head of Dare’s cock pushed into her greasy anus.

Only the head of Dare’s throbbing cock was inside of Michaela’s straining, protesting anus before he forcefully ejaculated a thick stream of semen into Michaela’s bowels. She could feel the thick spunk jetting into her as he bucked, grunted and groaned.

“You, you not done, huh?” Michaela whimpered as Dare’s breathing slowed to gasps and groans.

“I, I, give me a minute,” Dare said and looked down at her tight little greasy anus, stretched taut around his thick cock.

His cock revived quickly at the obscene image of his cock pushing into her tiny rosebud. The sounds of her pants and whimpers spurred him on.

“Oh, oh God yes,” Michaela panted as her cousin pushed his fat cock painfully into her struggling, protesting rectum.

She could feel his greasy cock rasping along her rectal walls. She could feel his pulse as his cock pushed into her, stretching her, filling her guts. His thick foreskin curled back, rasping and rubbing along, filling her, causing painful little tremors as he thrust forward into her.

“Jesus, how, how long is that thing?” Michaela dared to ask as she strained to accommodate his thick member.

“Got, got almost half…” Dare strained to say.

“Half? Oh, oh God, I, I don’t think…” Michaela wheezed as waves of pain radiated outward from her weakening anus.

“Something inside of her guts popped and Michaela screamed out in orgasm as Dare’s thick cock slid fully inside of her bowels. They both held their positions, gasping and groaning. Michaela felt another orgasm well up in her knotted guts as Dare began to withdraw. She reached her fingers down and found her throbbing clitoris.

“Aieegh! Ack, ack, ack! Oh, oh,” Michaela screamed out as Dare grabbed her hanging breasts in a painfully tight grip.

Dare used her breasts as reins to pull her back to take his cock. He used her breasts to hold her in place as he withdrew, then again pulled her back to accept his forward thrust. Michaela’s fingers were a blur as she masturbated herself.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Dare began to chant as he pounded Michaela’s ass as hard as he could.

“Augh, mother fucker yes!” Dare bellowed and pumped a second load of hot semen into Michaela’s bowels.

When he released his cruel grip on her breasts, Michaela slumped forward onto the padded bench. Her fingers still plumbed her pussy, bringing her to another shattering orgasm.

Dare watched his silvery white semen oozing out of Michaela’s reddened, raw anus. He watched the trickle of semen dribbling down over Michaela’s puffy pussy lips. He watched her thrust two fingers deep into herself as her thumb diddled her clitoris.

“Want another Yachting cocktail?” Dare asked as Michaela’s fingers slowed and she let out a ‘whoosh!’

“Yeah,” Michaela groaned, laying fully onto the bench.

Dare thought to grab the container of baby wipes he’d found under the bathroom vanity. With a tired nod, Michaela grabbed the wipes and cleaned her very sore anus. Then she guzzled her potent drink.

“Here, need to clean your um, your, your whatever,” Michaela murmured, nodding toward his cock.

My whatever?” Dare laughed and Michaela smiled an embarrassed smile.

When Michaela tired of broiling, Dare helped her get dressed again. This time, when he fondled her breasts, Michaela smiled and rewarded his bad behavior with a passionate kiss. Then Dare raised the sails and guided them toward the Jazz Beach Marina.

The car was sweltering hot. While they waited for the air conditioning to do its magic, they kissed. Michaela dropped her hand to Dare’s lap and stroked his manhood through his swim trunks. Glancing down at his growing erection, Michaela felt her guts knot up again; how had she managed to accommodate this massive log into her tiny rosebud?

“You did clean that, right?” Michaela asked, trying to work his hard cock out into the open.

“My whatever? Yeah, I cleaned it,” Dare agreed.

Michaela had practiced giving blow jobs; she and Bryanna had used cucumbers, bananas, even a thick smoked sausage. Now, in a hot, stuffy car, Michaela leaned over the console and performed her first blow job on a real cock.

Dare had cleaned his manhood; Michaela had seen him use a couple of baby wipes and some bottled water and a few paper towels cleaning himself. But, Michaela imagined she could taste some of herself on his member as she sucked and stroked him. The nasty thought spurred her on as she made oral love to her cousin’s cock. She must have learned the craft well; within two minutes of wrapping her lips around his cock, Dare was grunting and pumping a thick stream of semen into her throat.

“So, when we going sailing again?” Michaela asked breathlessly as Dare drove her home.

“Whenever you want,” Dare said.

After a few passionate kisses, Michaela finally got out of Dare’s car. He followed her into the home to greet his aunt and uncle. Both Dare and Michaela enthused about the fun they’d had on the gulf, but both agreed, sailing was hard, hot, sweaty work.

In front of her mother and father, Michaela and Dare contented themselves with a quick hug. Then Michaela strolled to her bathroom.

Under the hot spray, Michaela masturbated, cruelly pinching and twisting one then the other nipple while plunging the fingers of her other hand into herself. When she’d built up to a gasping, grunting need, Michaela pinched her clitoris between thumb and forefinger.

Afterward, door securely closed, Michaela and Bryanna talked, chattering and squealing and laughing into their cell phones until Bryanna’s mother screamed at her daughter to get off the God damned phone and come help with cleaning up after their dinner. Bryanna and Michaela promised they’d be best friends forever, declared their love for one another, and disconnected. Then Michaela fell asleep face down on her bed.

“Going sailing; want to come?” Dare said next Friday.

“Yes!” Michaela enthused.

Bryanna was incensed; they were heading to Arkansas; her Dad’s brother had a dairy farm. For the next two weeks, she and her family would ‘vacation’ on the dairy farm.

“Some vacation; we don’t do nothing but work the whole time,” Bryanna complained. “Get up at five, milk cows. Least Uncle David don’t make me shovel shit; God! Nasty, I swear.”

“I’ll miss you,” Michaela said.

“I’ll miss you too,” Bryanna agreed.

Dare showed up at seven thirty Saturday morning. With a wave to her parents, Michaela dashed out of the house and scrambled into Dare’s car.

The life jackets and the sunning lotion and sunscreen had been left on the boat. Michaela laughed when Dare pulled a fluorescent pink backpack from the trunk of the car and handed it to her. He then hefted the large green ice chest onto his shoulder.

“Pink? PINK?” Michaela hooted.

“Shut up; I got it for twenty five cents at a garage sale,” Dare said, unembarrassed.

“So, what’s in it?” Michaela asked, looping the pink bag over one shoulder.

“Potato chips, couple of candy bars,” Dare shrugged.

“Reese’s peanut butter cups?” Michaela hoped.

“What’s your favorite in the whole wide world?” Dare asked, helping her onto the Mandy.

“Love you,” Michaela enthused.

Again, the day was perfect for sailing. Bright sun overhead, a light breeze with a few sudden gusts. Dare and Michaela steered further out into the gulf, enjoying the beauty of the waters.

“How far across is this?” Michaela wondered, squinting to see if she could see anything to their south.

“Mm, I, I don’t know,” Dare said. “Too far to swim, I know that.”

As the sun beat down overhead, Dare again steered them toward a buoy. The moment they were tethered, Michaela dropped life jacket and bikini to the cockpit floor. Glancing around to make sure they were relatively secluded, Dare also dropped his life jacket and swim trunks, releasing his painfully trapped erection.

Kneeling on the two life jackets while Dare sat on a bench, Michaela managed to swallow Dare down to the scruff of pubic hairs. She bobbed her head up and down his length, her blue eyes looking deeply into his eyes.

“I, I, Michaela, I’m about to come,” Dare groaned.

“Mm hmm,” Michaela agreed, increasing her suction.

Michaela laughed happily as Dare slumped from the force of his climax. For a long moment, he labored to catch his breath. He kissed her, pulling her against his sweaty body. Then he pulled her to recline on the bench.

“Dare, what, oh!” Michaela groaned as Dare knelt between her spread legs and began to tongue her very wet pussy.

“Dare, where, how, augh! Where did you learn to do that?” Michaela demanded after her second orgasm.

“What? I read,” he laughed. “But uh, could ask you the same thing, huh?”

Popping her head up, Michaela saw a speedboat zipping fairly close. With a squeal, she ducked down so the three male passengers would not get a glimpse of her breasts. Dare laughed and waved as the boat caromed past.

Nude, the two cousins sat and enjoyed ham and cheese sandwiches, potato chips, and yachting cocktails. Happily, Michaela ate four Reese’s Peanut butter cups, washing everything down with a second yachting cocktail.

“Hey, hey wait a minute; Dare? How’d you get this stuff anyway?” Michaela asked as Dare opened a second fifth of Albertson’s Gin to make her a third cocktail.

“Uh? Used Frederick’s ID,” Dare smiled.

“Eww, him,” Michaela pursed her lips in displeasure at the mention of Dare’s older brother.

Dare said nothing as he handed her the potent cocktail. Michaela leaned back, enjoying the warmth of the sun, the cool breezes, and the exhilaration of being fully unclothed with her cousin.

“Need some sunscreen?” Dare suggested.

“Mm hmm,” Michaela purred, rolling onto her belly. “Make sure you get…oh, oh Dare!”

Dare spent extra time massaging, squeezing, fondling Michaela’s buttocks. She sluggishly wiggled onto shoulders and knees when she felt warm sunning lotion dribbling down her deep furrow, dribbling over her tightly clenched anus.

“I, mm, augh, I, I been, you know, pleasuring myself,” Michaela confessed as Dare worked the first finger into her complaining rectum.

When Michaela was rocking back to meet his forward thrusts, Dare worked a second greasy finger into her rectum. Mere seconds later, he was thrusting three fingers into her.

“Come on, augh, quit, quit teasing me,” Michaela demanded.

They both groaned happily as Dare slid his erection into her greasy bowels. Michaela shook from the intense pain radiating from her stretched anus outward, and that odd electric current coursing through her body.

“Aieegh! I, God yes,” Michaela cried out in orgasm as Care bottomed out in her guts.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Dare chanted, pounding into her.

“Augh! Yes!” Michaela hissed as another orgasm slamming into her guts.

‘Yes! Yes! Oh God yes, yes Dare,” Michaela cried out as Dare’s semen flooded into her bowels.

Again, Dare fetched the package of baby wipes. Michaela languidly cleaned herself, tossing the used wipes into the waves.

“Thinking about doing some nighttime sailing,” Dare suggested as they cuddled, sweaty body pressed against sweaty body.

“No thank you,” Michaela said. “That’s dangerous, isn’t it?”

“I guess. I mean, there’s running lights on the boat,” Dare pointed out.

“Whatever. Count me out,” Michaela said, reaching between them to fondle his flaccid cock. “You clean this thing?”

“My whatever? Yeah,” Dare smiled.

“We got time to…” Michaela cooed, stroking him.

“We can make time,” Dare said, kissing her. “Where you want it?”

“Uh? Where you had it last time?” Michaela asked.

Dare made Michaela squeal, then laugh when he declared he was tired of doing all the work. After giving his cock a few loving licks, Michaela used the sunning lotion to grease his hard member. She then squatted over him and attempted to guide his greasy cock into her rectum.

“Augh, I, oh God, I like, I love this,” Michaela groaned as Dare’s fat meat pushed up into her.

“Yeah?” Dare asked, playing with her bobbling breasts.

“Yeah, augh, yeah,” Michaela grunted, shuddering as she sat on his lap, fully impaled.

A quick diddle to her fat clitoris had Michaela screaming in orgasm. Frantically, she began bouncing on Dare’s meat. She cruelly pinched and tugged her nipples as Dare played with her drooling pussy.

“Augh, augh, oh, oh God,” Michaela cried out hoarsely in orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Dare began his familiar chant as the sperm bubbled up in his guts.

Sailing into the wind, it took some effort to reach the marina again. Dare admitted, he was too tired to go out sailing tonight; that return voyage had really sapped his strength.

“We ate all the Reese’s peanut butter cups?” Michaela whined, looking through Dare’s bright pink knapsack.

“We? We? Who’s ‘we?'” Dare laughed. “Yes, Michaela you ate all them peanut butter cups.”

“Well, next time bring more,” Michaela ordered.

“Yes ma’am,” Dare answered, kissing her.

“Good answer,” Michaela laughed.

Again, Dare came in to spend a few moments with his aunt and uncle. He must have felt slightly revived; he again mentioned nighttime sailing. Aunt Margaret voiced the same opinion as Michaela; it sounded dangerous. Uncle Stefan asked about the navigational tools Dare had on the boat.

“Remember? Not a lot of cell phone reception out there on the open water,” Stefan cautioned.

“GPS? That’s satellite,” Dare said.

“Be careful. I wish you wouldn’t,” Michaela said, hugging Dare. “I’d die anything happened to you.”

Monday morning, Marie called her twin sister to see if they might know where Dare was. Margaret told Marie that Dare had talked about nighttime sailing on Saturday afternoon.

Ivan Danilov called the United States Coast Guard but was unable to give them much description of the Mandy; he’d never seen the boat. Michaela tearfully told them everything she knew, which was actually very little.

“The Mandy? Hmm,” Captain Dalton mused, searching his computer screen. “Registered to a Mr. Jonathon Robert Breaux…Jazz Boat Marina…”

Ten minutes later, Captain Dalton called Ivan Danilov with sobering news; early this morning, the Coast Guard stationed in Mobile, Alabama had reacted to a distress signal. Five drunk men had ‘borrowed’ a cabin cruiser from a brother in law of one of the drunks. Ten miles out, the Laughter of the Sirens had collided with a sailboat, killing one drunk and severely injuring two other passengers. They were still searching for the passenger or passengers of the Mandy.

After the Coast Guard called off the search, the Danilov family held a memorial service for Adair. Numbly, Michaela sat, staring at the high school graduation photograph of her cousin. She stared at the large photograph, silently praying that this nightmare would end and Dare would miraculously reappear.

Her period was five days late. Michaela fervently hoped it was just the stress, the grief, but knew it was not.

“Oh, Dare, what am I going to do?” Michaela whispered. “What are we going to do?”

“Hey, uh, hi,” Ted Gray said, standing next to Michaela’s seat.

“Hmm? Oh, oh hey Ted,” Michaela said listlessly.

She and the handsome man had dated a few times, but Stefan had objected strenuously; a twenty three year old man had no business dating his eighteen year old daughter. Particularly an oil-field roughneck. So, even though Michaela had genuinely liked the handsome, gentle man, she acquiesced to her father’s wishes and called off the budding romance.

“I was so sorry to hear about Dare; he was an awesome guy,” Ted said awkwardly.

“Thanks,” Michaela mumbled; the numbness was beginning to wear off.

Another glance at Dare’s photograph and her eyes filled with tears. Suddenly, Michaela wailed a heart-wrenching sob. The enormity of her loss crashed down, threatening to smother her.

Two days after the memorial service, Michaela accepted a date with Teddy. Stefan numbly nodded his assent; Margaret had firmly reminded him that her father had not liked his precious twin daughters dating the two Danilov boys.

“How old were you?” Margaret asked.

“Twenty five,” Stefan said. “You know that. I was twenty five.”

“And our first date; how old were me and Marie?” Margaret asked.

“All right, Margaret,” Stefan said.

“And how old was Ivan?” Margaret pressed.

“I understand your point, Margaret,” Stefan said.

“And how old were me and Marie?” Margaret continued.

“Enough Margaret,” Stefan said, quite agitated with his wife.

Ted was polite with Stefan and Margaret. He spoke of the work he did and spoke of trying to advance in his company; he knew he couldn’t be a roughneck forever. Stefan nodded, trying hard not to scowl at the young man. He also tried hard not to scowl at his daughter as she looked with open admiration at the young man.

Mondays at Sweet Pea’s was red beans and rice day. The plates came with a wedge of hot corn bread and a little dish of real butter to slather onto the bread. Michaela gamely tried to finish the gargantuan portion but had to admit defeat. Afterward, Michaela and Ted took a stroll around Mouton Park to burn off the thousands of calories they’d accrued over their dinner.

As they strolled, Michaela spoke softly of her loss, her sadness over losing her cousin. Stopping to watch two little girls using the tall slide, Michaela linked fingers with Ted. As a smiling mother encouraged the two girls, Michaela pulled Ted down for a soft kiss.

“Your momma home?” Michaela whispered.

“I don’t know. Why would I know that?” Ted asked.

“Uh, was she home when you left your house?” Michaela smiled, toying with a button on his pullover shirt.

“Huh? Oh! Michaela, I bought a house; I got my own place,” Ted said. “Yeah, remember? Last time we went out I told you I was thinking…”

“Let’s go,” Michaela said, pulling him off the path and cutting across the park’s thick grass to the parking lot.

Ted Gray’s house was a small two bedroom bungalow on Magnolia Way in Baylor Lake. The exterior was quaint, or it would be, if there were live flowers in the two brick flower boxes on either side of the pale yellow front door. The yard was neatly mowed; Ted admitted he’d cut it this morning as he was leaving for another fourteen day shift in the morning.

The interior was bland. The walls were antique white, the carpet was short pile beige and there was no art work anywhere. The couch and recliner did not match; Michaela almost asked if he’d found them on the side of the road. The end table and coffee table and television stand did not match. Michaela smirked at the sight of the video game controller on the coffee table.

The kitchen table and chairs did match; Ted admitted his aunt, the wealthy one with no children had gifted the set to him as a house-warming gift. The kitchen itself was cozy and Michaela nodded; it was clean.

The front bedroom was a storage unit; there were boxes stacked everywhere. The bathroom was tiny, but clean. Michaela smirked at the sight of the N.O. Saints decorative towels hanging on the towel bar.

Reaching his bedroom, Michaela nodded; his bed was made. The two pillows with matching shams were haphazardly positioned on the bed; the matching comforter was touching the floor on the left side and rose up too high on the right side. But at least Ted took the effort to make his bed.

Michaela walked over to the wobbly looking lamp on the spindly end table and clicked it on. She then turned off the overhead light. She then pulled Ted down and delivered a scorching kiss.

She pulled her blouse off, then pulled Ted’s shirt off. Eyes locked on his, she unhooked her bra, revealing her 30C breasts and hard nipples. Eyes holding his, she eased her feet out of her leather pumps and unzipped her snug blue jeans. She smiled what she hoped was a seductive smile as she wiggled out of her jeans.

Stepping up, she wound her arms around Ted’s muscular torso and delivered another kiss. She reached down and unhooked his belt and unsnapped his khakis.

Ted assisted by using his feet to step out of his tennis shoes without unlacing them. Michaela eased Ted’s khakis and boxers down and Ted stepped out of them.

“Holy…” Michaela gasped, looking down at Ted’s seven and a half inches of fat meat.

Her mouth hung open and her eyes bugged out at the sight of Ted’s throbbing cock. Finally, she pulled her eyes from the frightening sight and looked up at Ted’s apprehensive face.

“Are you, is, that, that’s real?” Michaela asked, again looking down at the slab of meat.

“Uh, yeah, what? It’s small or something?” Ted asked, his cock beginning to wilt.

“Small? SMALL? You, are you kidding? Jesus, the thing is huge,” Michaela declared.

To Michaela’s eyes, Ted seemed monstrous when compared to Dare’s five and a half inches. At the time, Michaela had believed Dare to be overly endowed. It certainly had felt huge as he pushed it up into her bowels.

“Oh!” Michaela shivered, thinking of anal sex with Ted’s magnificent manhood.

But anal sex would have to wait. She needed Ted to push himself into her virgin pussy if she was going to convince Ted that he’d managed to get her pregnant.

True, she’d become pregnant and had only had anal and oral sex with Dare. But, not everyone believed that anal sex could lead to pregnancy; Ted might argue that point. If he argued the point, he might demand a DNA test and that would certainly prove that Ted was not the father.

“Now, really? I, I’ve only had a hairbrush in there,” Michaela confessed as she wiggled out of her skimpy panties.

Reclining onto his lumpy mattress, Michaela said, “And you’re a lot bigger than that handle was. You’re going have be gentle, hear?”

Ted wondered at his unbelievable fortune as he looked at the nude blonde. They’d dated for just over a month and the farthest he’d managed to get was second base, fondling her very nice breasts through blouse and bra. And, three months after their last date, here she was, laying nude on his bed, inviting him to fuck her.

“I need, I need to taste you,” Ted demanded, flopping down on the bed and wrapping his arms around her soft, smooth flesh.

“Oh! Oh, can we do sixty nine?” Michaela cooed, thrusting her tongue into his mouth.

Eagerly, Ted swung around. Michaela straddled his head and pushed her very wet pussy firmly onto his face. She then gripped his cock in her small hand and marveled at the immense girth and length of the member.

Ted was not very skilled at oral sex and only managed to bring Michaela to a weak orgasm. Michaela managed to bring Ted off and swallowed every bitter, salty drop of spunk.

“I can tell you’ve eaten a lot of pussy,” Michaela praised as they rolled apart.

Ted didn’t want to admit, Michaela was the third woman he’d seen naked and the other two girls had screeched in disgust when he’d suggested putting his mouth on their pussies. Ted decided to keep the truth to himself.

“So you know, each woman is different. What Annie likes might not be what Patty likes,” Michaela continued, then bent and kissed his mouth. “Can I show you what I like?”

“Yes, yes, please do,” Ted eagerly agreed and wiggled around to face her.

Through encouragement and praise, Michaela did teach Ted how to eat her to a very satisfying orgasm. She even instructed him on rimming her tightly clenched rosebud.

“Now, like I said, you, you need to be gentle,” Michaela encouraged, pulling Ted between her spread thighs.

“Oh, oh God!” they both groaned out as Ted’s cock pushed into her ready pussy.

Ted pushed and pushed. Michaela’s blue eyes opened wide as he stretched her open, pushing and pushing into her. She shuddered and wrapped her thighs around him, pulling him deep into her.

“Augh, oh, oh dear God,” Michaela shuddered, eyes tightly closed as Ted’s cock bumped painfully against her cervix.

She could feel the mushroom shaped head as it rasped along her vaginal walls. She imagined she could feel the fat vein that wound along the length of his shaft as he pushed firmly into her. She imagined she could feel his pulse as her vaginal walls wrapped snugly around his manhood.

“Augh, oh, oh God, oh God,” Michaela moaned as Ted began to withdraw from her.

Even though he’d just ejaculated moments earlier, pumping an immense load of sperm into her throat, Ted could not last long in her hot, wet, very snug pussy. With a bellow, he pumped his seed into her, then collapsed on top of her, pinning her to the mattress.

“Good, good, good, oh so good,” Michaela breathed warmly into his ear.

Ted pulled his limp cock from her sloppy pussy. Then, he wobbled to his bathroom and fetched a facecloth; he’d read this tip in a Parasols magazine.

“Oh, thank you Sweetheart,” Michaela cooed as he sponged her pussy clean of their juices.

Ted lay down and Michaela put her head on his chest. She felt his lips touch the top of her head and she smiled.

“I uh, I love you,” Ted said.

Michaela paused in her gentle rubbing of his muscled chest.

“I. I love you too,” Michaela realized, laying her small hand over his beating heart.

She pushed up and looked into his hazel eyes. She almost smiled; his shaggy sandy blond hair was in desperate need of a haircut. Even with his mouth closed, she imagined she could see the one tooth on the left side that had never fully grown out.

“Teddy, I love you too. Which is why I need to tell you something,” Michaela said.

“I…” Ted started to say.

“And you probably won’t be all that in love with me after,” Michaela said. “But I, I can’t, I can’t use you like this.”

Ted listened as Michaela told him the truth; she was pregnant; was fairly sure she was pregnant. She confessed, it had been her thought to have sex with him then convince him he was the daddy. His sweet, gentle nature, his genuine desire to please her, however, made deceiving him unfathomable.

“But, but I thought, you said you were a virgin,” Ted finally managed to stammer out when Michaela stopped rambling.

“I, well, yeah, no one’s ever been in my pussy,” Michaela agreed.

“Then, how, are you sure you’re pregnant?” Ted asked, baffled.

“We had anal sex,” Michaela explained. “And, I guess, some of his sperm kind of ran out of my butt and…”

“Oh!” Ted groaned; having anal sex with a beautiful woman was a fantasy of his.

“So, want me to leave?” Michaela softly asked, looking into his eyes.

“Who else, anyone else know you’re pregnant?” Ted asked after a long moment.

“No. Not even my mom and dad,” Michaela said.

She smirked as she said, “And damned sure not Bryanna; that girl could not keep a secret if her life depended on it.”

“You know who the daddy is?” Ted asked, hand lazily running up and down her smooth back.

“Dare,” Michaela confessed.

“Dare. Your cousin? That Dare?” Ted asked.

“Yeah,” Michaela said, blushing in embarrassment.

“I, listen, I need to be up and out of here by four o’clock if I’m going make the boat out,” Ted said, gently pushing Michaela toward the edge of the bed.

“Oh. Oh yeah, okay,” Michaela agreed sadly.

They dressed in silence. Michaela made a quick stop in his bathroom and came out to find Ted standing, ready by the front door of the small house.

“Bye,” Michaela said as they pulled in front of her parents’ home.

“Bye,” Ted mumbled, softly kissing her on her cheek before getting out of the car.

He held the door open for her and gave her a soft kiss to her lips before closing the door.

“Bye,” Michaela said sadly as she watched him drive away.

Two weeks later, Michaela was shocked, thrilled when Ted’s number popped up on her phone. Ted asked Michaela if she would like to go to Chuck for a delicious burger, then next door for a game of miniature golf. He made her laugh when he promised to play with one hand behind his back to make it a fair game.

The burgers were delicious and Ted earned some points by not ogling their waitress, even though the voluptuous strawberry blonde was quite attractive and was quite scantily clad. And, even with one hand behind his back, Ted was three strokes ahead by the time they reached the fifth hole.

“So, are you, you sure you’re pregnant?” Ted asked quietly as Michaela bent to tee her ball on the sixth hole.

“Yeah; I’m a month late,” Michaela said, eyes filling with tears. “I, I’m never late.”

“So, after we finish here, I need to talk with your dad, need to man up and ask for your hand in marriage?” Ted asked.

“You, you, are you serious?” Michaela gasped, whirling around to gawk at Ted.

Ted wore the black eye Stefan gave him with pride. Stefan did not proudly wear the lump on the back of his head Margaret had given him with her cast iron skillet. Stefan wanted to blacken Ted’s other eye as his daughter, his baby girl held an ice pack to Ted’s eye, clucking and cooing over the man, the man that dared to defile his daughter, his baby girl.

Meeting Eunice Gray, Michaela understood why such a handsome young man as Ted Gray would have such low self-esteem around women. From the moment they entered Eunice’s immaculate showroom home, Eunice was shrilly making demands and loudly finding fault with everything. The home was beautifully appointed, the furniture was elegant, of high quality and was incredibly uncomfortable.

“Please, please promise me our baby, she, that woman will not babysit our baby,” Michaela begged after a stilted evening with Mrs. Gray.

“I was told my dad died of pneumonia a couple of months after I was born,” Ted said. “Personally? I don’t think he died; I think he’s somewhere hiding from my mother.”

Theodore Anson Gray, Junior was born five months and three days after Ted and Michaela wed. They called the beautiful blond boy ‘Tag’ and he was loved and adored by his parents and his maternal grandparents and his Uncle Ivan and Aunt Marie. Nineteen months after Tag’s birth, Michael Adair Gray and Michelle Ann Gray were born.

“You know,” Margaret commented as she and Michaela planted spring flowers into the flower boxes in front of the Gray home. “Tag sure does look a lot like Dare.”

“Yeah, he does, doesn’t he?” Michaela agreed, looking over where Tag was being ‘herded’ by Rocky, their three year old border collie. “Then again, I look a whole lot like Nadia and Dare and…”

“So, is Dare the father?” Margaret bluntly asked, fixing her daughter with a steely gaze.

“Ted, Teddy’s the daddy,” Michaela whispered, her face hot with her blush.

“I know Teddy’s the daddy; that man loves that boy,” Margaret said. “But is he the father?”

“We were out on that damned sailboat and had a couple of yachting cocktails and I wanted to get an all-over tan and…” Michaela mumbled, looking away from her mother’s scrutiny.

Seeing the absolute devotion Ted, Teddy had for his sons and daughter and for his wife, Margaret saw no need to ever bring the parentage of Tag up again. Seeing the absolute devotion Ted had for his daughter and for his grandchildren, Stefan learned to somewhat tolerate the man.

“Oh hush,” Margaret chided him. “You love our son in law and you know it.”

“Love? LOVE? He’s a Catholic. How you can love a Catholic, huh?” Stefan argued.

“Hush. Remember? I’m Catholic. Or do I need to use this on you again?” Margaret laughed, showing her husband the cast iron skillet.

The End

**Author’s Note: I write these stories for my pleasure. I post them here for your enjoyment. I thank you sincerely for reading my stories.

I especially thank those that take the time to leave comments, whether they be good or bad. Likewise, I also thank those that take the time to rate my words, those that ‘Favorite’ my work.

This is one of those oddities; there are no persons from any other story making an appearance in this story. However, the speedboat that splashes Dare may or may not be the Jumping Jack Flash speedboat from ‘Zipping across the Waters.’

Have a swell day. And some of you; have a swollen day.