Date: Sat, 19 May 2012 08:35:15 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Retribution. Part Two.

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     Part Two

     After breakfast, I left the dining saloon following Sir Tobias to be
introduced to the captain of the yacht. We didn't have to go out on deck
for there was an inside companionway between the saloon and lounge that led
directly up to the bridge. It was quite big stretching the whole width of
the boat with a panoramic view forward and at both ends to look towards the
after end.

     `This is Captain Andrew Wilson, meet Daniel Redgrave, my auto
biographer,' he said with a wide smile on his face. I would say he was in
his early fifties, greying at the temples and about my height though a bit
heavier.

     We shook hands as Sir Tobias went on, `Can you show Daniel around and
introduce him to the rest of the crew and tell them that they can answer
freely any questions that he asks. Well, I'll leave you to it,' he finished
and left the bridge. I caught the look on the captain's face as Tobias
disappeared down below but wasn't sure what it conveyed but it wasn't love
by any means. The fleeting look was quickly gone when he turned to me.

     `Ever been on a yacht before Mr Redgrave?'

     `Daniel, please. I'm just the hired help not really a guest. No,
nothing as big as this,' I replied.

     `Okay, I'll give you a tour. This is Ralph Downes,' he said which was
the man at the helm, steering the boat as we slid across the water. He
didn't speak but nodded his head towards me, not offering his hand for he
was using them to hold the wheel.

     `You heard what Sir Tobias said, so if asked anything,' he didn't have
to say any more and began to show me all the gadgets, explaining their
function. The binnacle holding the compass in front of the helmsman. The
echo sounder above his head so that he could see the depth of the sea
beneath us. Also the controls on the console in front of him to regulate
the engine as well as giving him the revolutions that was transmitted into
the speed we were travelling at.

     Directly behind him was a small office room that held a chart table
and off to one side the radio as well as radar.

     `No radio officer?' I queried.

     `No. Downes and I are capable of using it. Now let's go below and I'll
introduce you to the rest of them, which isn't very many.'

     He led the way down and through a doorway that had another
companionway going down again which was obviously to the engine room, for
you could hear the steady whine and feel the throb of the engine as it
turned the screw to propel us through the water, but he moved over to
another door that opened into the galley.

     That is the kitchen of a boat. Inside, a man dressed in whites but
wearing blue and white checked trousers was chopping up vegetables. He was
about the same age as the captain though smaller and much more heavier
having quite a paunch on him that the can of opened beer by his side showed
why.

     `This is our cook, Oliver Tomes,' who wiped his hand down his trouser
leg before shaking my hand as I was introduced and listened to the
instructions given by Sir Tobias. I then complimented him on the previous
night's dinner which I think pleased him. I was shown the small crewmen's
mess where they ate, the captain included.

     Next stop was the engine room on the lower deck and here I met
Alistair Campbell, a fellow Scot like the captain. He too was of an age
that showed he wouldn't be long before retirement.

     I was given a conducted tour of his domain though the captain said
that all he really did down there was to polish the parts and see that we
had enough fuel for the boat was virtually run from the bridge.

     This brought a scowl to Campbell's face at almost being referred to as
a grease monkey, but wiped it off along with some sweat before the captain
turned round to lead me back up top.

     We went out onto the deck and the breeze was welcome after the heat
from the engine room and we made our way forward where he showed me the
small inflatable dinghy along with its outboard motor and explain where the
life jackets were and pointed out other things as we moved round and made
our way aft to meet the last crewman who was laying out some recliners. It
was the surly man that I'd met when I first boarded the yacht.

     `His nose was rather put out of joint when he learned that I was to be
captain. He thought that he was going to get the job so there's no love
lost between us.' This he told me as we approached him.

     `This is Mark Snares, our other crewman.' He went on to explain who I
was and why I was aboard. He didn't offer to shake hands and just gave out
a grunt as he continued setting up more chairs under the awning that
covered half of the after deck.

     As we turned to go back inside, we bumped into the steward.

       `Oh, you'll already have met James Sinclair. Well that's the
lot. Feel free to ask me any questions at any time.'

     `I do have one,' I said. `Where are we going?'

     `Erehwon,' he smiled enigmatically and touched a finger to his cap and
left me there. Pompous bastard I thought. Did he think I was a complete
ignoramus by quoting the title of Samuel Butler's satirical book. The title
when spelt backwards read as Nowhere.

     `Would you like a drink sir?' James enquired.

     `Yes please,' I said. `A nice cold beer would go down a treat.'

     `We'll have one as well please James,' came Stella's voice from behind
me. I hadn't heard her come out on the deck and I turned round and saw that
they, for Tricia was there too, were again wearing the same skimpy bikini's
that they had worn the day before.

     `Come out and sit in the sun Daniel,' she said. `You look as though
you could do with getting a bit of the ultra violet.' Tricia had already
moved off and sat down on one of the recliners and immediately took off her
top to reveal her lovely breasts, already brown from exposure to the sun.

     `Oh, sorry,' she said as she saw where my eyes had gone. `I was
forgetting. You don't mind do you? We're so used to stripping off out
here.'

     `Not in the slightest,' I said with a wide grin. `You can get bored
with just looking at the ocean.'

     `Well I think these are a better alternative,' Stella said as she sat
down and removed her top too. So now I had two lovely sights to look at as
an option and felt myself start to respond to the sight so I quickly sat
down on the next seat.

     `Well when in Rome,' I said and undid the buttons of my shirt and took
it off, `though I'm not much to look at compared to you two.'

     `I don't know,' Stella said. `A good broad chest and not all over hair
like some men. You'll look even better when you're bronzed.' James then
came out with a tray of drinks and placed them on a small table close to us
and turned to take orders from Sir Tobias who'd just come out on deck and
sat down under the awning. On one side Muriel sat down with a notepad and
pencil and Stephen sat down on the other with a large sketching pad. I got
a wave from my host as he gave James his drink order.

     I passed over the drinks to the girls and was just going to get better
acquainted with them when David Knox came out and came straight over and
sat down next to me.

     `So Daniel,' he boomed out. `Let's get down to business. I might as
well start the ball rolling by telling you about Sir Tobias and myself.'
Though it was mostly about himself that he spoke for two hours, boring me
to death at how he made financial killings on the stock market and wished
that somebody would kill him to shut him up. I got some giggles from the
girls when I looked at them in a breathing space and lifted my eyebrows at
what we'd been hearing.

     It was with a grateful sigh that I heard James announce that lunch
would be ready in thirty minutes. That at least shut Knox up as I turned
round to watch the girls cover those lovely orbs and I stood up as they
stood and I felt Stella's hand brush the front of my shorts as she began to
move past me.

     `Can I see you alone after lunch?' she said in a low voice. My mouth
suddenly went dry at the suggestion after that touch and could only nod my
head, hoping that the redness of my face would be put down to the sun, and
that they didn't see that I was now sporting an erection. I followed the
two almost bare pair of cheeks that jiggled about as they walked ahead of
me and when they went off to their cabins, I quickly dived into mine and
had a cold shower.

     I put on a clean shirt and a pair of shorts and found a pair of thongs
to wear on my feet. Lunch was a light meal and I had Stella sitting next to
me, her leg pressing against mine. That was okay but I had a hard job of
keeping a straight face when her hand travelled up the inside of my thigh,
almost touching my balls.

     `I've filled in Daniel about how we got together and of the good job
we're doing together,' Knox boomed out during the meal to Sir Tobias.

     `He wants filling in,' Stella whispered out of the corner of her mouth
so I wasn't the only one to be fed up with his voice. `So do I,' she said
slyly, `I can't wait for this afternoon.'

     That comment roused me again and it took some time for it to subside
to be able to stand up without it showing.

     The meal finally finished and I waited to be the last to leave the
table to give myself time to calm down to be able to stand up straight. I
went down to my cabin and had another shower and I'd only just walked back
out into the room with a towel round my waist when there was a light knock
on the door and Stella slipped in without waiting for an answer.

     `Oh Daniel,' she said after shutting the door and moving into my arms
and kissing me. `You do want me, don't you?' she asked in a small voice as
she moved back slightly, her breasts still just touching my chest. I could
only nod, my mouth dry once again. She gave me a smile and her hands went
behind her and the bikini top fell down between us and she moved in close,
pressing those wonderful breasts close up to my chest.

     `It's been a long time since a real man came aboard this boat,' she
said as her hand pulled the towel away from me and her hand felt what she
was after. `Yes,' she breathed, `a real man,' and pulled me to the bed. Her
hand felt hot as her fingers curled round my shaft as she tugged me
forwards to her backward movement. That is, until she reached the bed and
only then let me go to fall onto her back. Her breasts moved nicely to this
movement and her hands came up to hold them steady and slightly push them
closer together, making the hardened nipples stand out quite proud.

     I got onto the bed and half lay on her, my erection squashed up tight
to her thigh as I kissed her, having my right hand come up and begin to
mould her breast. Her arms, well one, came round my shoulder and pulled me
even tighter to her as we kissed, our tongues vying with each other. Both
of us were breathing heavy when we broke off that second kiss.

     `You taste lovely. Is it the same at the other end?' she asked with a
smile, her blue eyes sparkling.

     `The proof of the pudding...' the rest of the saying I left unsaid,
waiting to see which way she wanted to go. But there was no hesitation as
she moved out from under me, pushing me over onto my back as she moved down
the bed and took the head of my cock into her mouth.

     I gave out a gasp as her lips pushed the foreskin right back and then
raked the bare flesh of the head with her teeth as she moved her head back
up, sucking at the same time. Then with her head moving back down, her
tongue came into play and I knew then that this definitely wasn't her first
time in the art of giving head to a male erection.

     `Not too much of that Stella,' I managed to get out, panting at having
that hot mouth sucking on my throbbing cock. That was proved, the heat
suddenly being changed to the cool air when she released me to move back up
on the bed, struggling with her hands to free herself of the lower half of
her bikini. I now helped and revealed the downy hairs of her pubics as it
came down over her hips, her legs see-sawing as she helped remove them and
tossing them aside.

     `Now Daniel! Now!' she cried, her legs wide open and her sex clearly
visible, glistening with her juices. I quickly moved over and got in
between them and into her open arms as I felt my cock slide up into the
other heat, feeling the all encompassing warmth surround my shaft as it
fully entered her. It was only our pubes meeting that stopped me moving
further in but it was enough. Her legs came up round my waist and the
ankles came up onto my back, digging into my kidneys as I went up onto my
elbows, straining my groin up tight to hers.

     `My God, it's big!' she gasped in between taking deep breaths, making
her tits rise up to touch my chest as she did so. `Bigger than what I've
been getting lately. Now fuck me and take me to heaven.'

     This I proceeded to do though I wasn't sure about the heaven bit. She
was a lovely fuck! My prick moved in and out with ease in spite of the
vaginal muscles gripping me as hard as they could. Her own juices prevented
her from achieving this, giving me the lubrication to move as easily as any
well oiled piston.

     As I drove forward, she rose up to meet me until she began bucking and
it was then just a matter of holding on and let her continue to bring about
her orgasm, triggering me to come inside her at the same time.

     It was only when she'd finally come did she slump back beneath me, her
fingers still digging into my shoulders. Both of us breathing hard, our
chests heaving, her eyes sparkling again.

     `What a man! What a fuck!' she panted.

     `What a woman!' I responded, giving my still hard cock a twitch inside
her. She smiled up at me and pulled my head down for a kiss.

     `Now a proper taste,' she said as she pushed me off of her, my prick
sliding out of her and flopping up onto my stomach as I rolled over onto my
back. She was quickly up onto her knees and down by my waist to grab my
cock and stuff as much of it into her mouth as she could take. The cheeks
suddenly puffed out as she tongued and sucked on me, dragging out any sperm
that was left inside my prick.

     So she got the taste of me in the end and we subsided on the bed when
she finished her licking all round the head and easing back the foreskin to
its proper place.

                                                            *

     `Tell me about you and Toby,' I said as we lay together
afterwards. `How long have you known him and what he's like.'

     `Too long and I hate the bastard!' she said vehemently as she sat up,
her breasts trembling in her anger. `He's a sadist. He can only get it up
by beating us.'

     `Why don't you leave then?' I asked as I pushed her back down on the
bed and stroked the breast that I'd earlier sucked on. `If you feel that
way, leave.'

     `I can't,' she said in a choked voice. `All the money I get I send to
my mother. She's in a bad way. Besides, he's got some pictures of me that,
well, he's threatened to send them to her and I know it would kill her if
she saw what I was doing in them,' the tears now running down her face.

     `What about Tricia?' I asked as I continued to stroke her, to try and
soothe her.

     `She's in the same boat as me for she's in some of the pictures doing
the same thing. All this started after Martin died.'

     `Martin?' I asked.

     `Yes. Martin Towers. He was the designer before Stephen and extremely
talented. It was him that made Toby's fortune, not obnoxious Knox.'

     `What happened to him?' I asked.

     `Toby murdered him!'

     `Murdered him?' I gasped.

     `I can't prove it but I know he did. Martin was something of a
fruitcake, but...'

     `Fruitcake?'

     `He preferred men, not women. Tricia and I tried to get him but he
said that he was remaining true to his one love. We used to tease him to
try and find out more but he would only give us his sweet smile and not say
a word. He was quite handsome and we were extremely jealous that such a
gorgeous looking man didn't like women.

     He was that handsome that even Toby tried to get him to bed, or so
Martin told us. But he rebuffed him and a month later, Martin was dead. A
drug overdose the coroner said. What a load of bullshit! It was Toby that
did it for we knew Martin quite well and I swear he'd never ever taken
drugs.'

     `Okay, okay,' I said soothingly as she sobbed. `I've got the picture.'

                                                            *

     She dressed herself, if you could call just pulling up the skimpy
bottoms and tying the wisp of a bra round her chest before leaving the
cabin, blowing me a kiss before she closed the door. I smiled and got out
of bed and went for a shower before getting dressed myself and going up on
deck.

     I saw that the yacht was nosing in towards a small island and judging
by the angle of the sun, we'd gone north from Nassau and if I'd remembered
my geography, we were somewhere close to the islands off Abaco, one of the
larger islands of the Bahamas group. Which proved to be correct as I found
out at dinner that evening.

     I stood at the rail for a few minutes before making my way aft to see
that Stella was now stretched out, topless, next to Tricia and was
whispering to her and getting giggles in reply. I went over to the vacant
seat by them and got a very frank look of appraisal from Tricia, the stare
being predominantly at my groin. She patted the seat next to her and I sat
down as James came over and I asked for a long cool drink.

     `I've just been getting all the gory details,' she said once James was
out of earshot and her hand came onto my thigh. `Though I'd rather have it
from the horse's mouth.'

     `Am I supposed to neigh and paw the ground?' I replied.

     `No,' she said with a small laugh. `It's me that's doing that. I just
want you to saddle this mare and give her a good ride.' It was my turn to
laugh and patted her hand and said after dinner for I needed a little rest
first.

     I did actually doze off for awhile after my drink and didn't even hear
the small anchor go down when we stopped in a small bay. I woke up by
having my big toe tweaked and by shielding my eyes from the sun saw that it
was Stephen.

     `It's drinks in half an hour. Do you fancy a swim?' I saw that he was
only wearing swimming trunks and also saw a certain look in his eye that I
recognised. I'd noticed that during the morning, he'd spent more time
looking over at me talking or rather listening, to Knox, than seeing to his
sketches.

     `Why not,' I said, feeling that the boat wasn't moving and could see
that we were only about fifty yards from a small beach. I stretched and got
up and pulled down my shorts. I saw the girls eyes starting to widen at the
thought that I was going in naked, but I also had put on a costume beneath
my shorts.

     I padded over to the side of the boat where a section of rail had been
removed and also saw that the gangway had been lowered down to sea level. I
didn't stop to pose or flex my muscles like some macho man but dove
straight off the deck into the cool water. I had closed my eyes just before
impact but now I was below the surface, I opened my eyes and could see a
wonderful display of colour and small darting fishes and came close to the
actual sea bed for we had anchored in about twenty feet of water.

     I saw Stephen coming down and he gave me a grin as he slowed and waved
his hands to stabilise himself before we slowly let our own body buoyancy
take us to the surface. As our heads came clear, he shook his head and
smiled at me.

     `Isn't it wonderful down there?' he said as his hands came and rested
lightly on my shoulders. `It's a different world in some respects but there
are as many predators down there as there are in ours,' he said
enigmatically. `Come down again,' and he jack knifed and disappeared below
the surface.

     I followed suit and went down too and hovered like him near the bottom
and looked at the darting fish and swaying fronds of some underwater
plants. He took hold of my hand and pointed to some crabs that had sensed
our presence and were frantically burying themselves in the sandy bottom.

     From past experience, his holding of my hand and the way that he did
was a means of transmitting signals that he wanted to do more than just
hold my hand. He smiled at me as I returned the pressure and knew that it
was another one for my bed sometime.

     `Oh Daniel,' he gasped out when we broke the surface and I felt his
arm go round my waist. `Did I read you right down there?'

     `Yes,' I said, `but not tonight. Tricia is expecting the same as
Stella and I don't think I'm strong enough for two.'

     `I'm jealous already, but I don't mind waiting,' he said, pursing his
lips into a kiss before letting go of me to swim to the lowered gangway. I
followed him up and saw that there wasn't a lot of difference between the
shape and size of his backside as that of the girls. He gave me a smile as
we parted at the top to go down to our cabins to shower and get the salt
off before dressing for dinner.

     They were all in the lounge when I got there and gladly accepted the
gin and tonic offered me. I suddenly found myself in the company of Muriel
and Knox and innocently asked of Knox if it was possible for me to see the
books. To see just how and when Sir Tobias made his fortune.

     `Ah, I'm afraid I can't do that,' he huffed. `I don't carry them
around with me. They're locked up in my safe back in Nassau.'

     `You're sure you didn't mean the oven?' Muriel asked with a malicious
smile.

     `Oven?' he expostulated. `What on earth do you mean?'

     `Isn't that where you cook the books?' she asked again, this time with
a sweet smile.

     `Muriel!' he cried, his face becoming suffused with blood. Whether
from righteous indignation or embarrassment, I couldn't be sure but the
glare he gave her was pure venom. Which led me to believe that she had
touched a raw nerve that had a morsel of truth in it. He swigged back his
drink and moved off.

     `You rather rattled him I think,' I said to her when he'd gone.

     `The truth hurts,' she said simply.

     `Can you prove it?' I asked.

     `No, more's the pity,' she said bitterly. `The bastard's robbing
Tobias cruel, but I can't get hold of the books to prove it.'

     `Does Sir Tobias know?' I asked.

     `I've tried telling him but he won't listen. He's made money alright
from David's dealings but he's also lost a lot from the thieving,' she said
bitterly. I wanted to ask her more but Stephen came and joined us.

     `That was a great swim,' he enthused, speaking to me, his smile wide
and his eyes sparkling. `Shall we swim again tomorrow at the next island?'
He couldn't stand still and I could see that he was begging for me to say
yes and so I did. His smile got even wider and he almost skipped on his way
to get another drink.

     `Just like Martin,' I heard Muriel mutter under her breath.

     `Pardon?' I said.

     `Nothing. Nothing really. Will you excuse me,' and I saw a tear in her
eye just before she turned away. Sir Tobias saw her move off and came over.

     `How are you getting on Daniel? Finding any skeletons in the
cupboard?' he asked with a smile.

     `Well I can hear some rattling but they've not been uncovered yet,' I
smiled back at him. We didn't enlarge on that for James announced that
dinner was ready. The meal was as good as the previous evening and I
thoroughly enjoyed it and didn't mind having Tricia sitting next to me and
touching me up beneath the table. What Muriel had said about David Knox
still rankled for though they had Stephen sitting between them, he still
cast evil glances across at her. I just hoped that the girls didn't pick up
on the secret smiles I kept getting from Stephen, but I found out later
that it had been noticed.

     Dinner was over and we had coffee in the lounge and I asked Sir Tobias
where exactly where we going.

     `Just a cruise around the islands. We stop overnight in a bay such as
this one and tomorrow night we'll stop at one of the outer ones of the
Grand Bahamas.'

     `Are they all deserted?' I asked.

     `No, not all, but the ones that we stop at are,' he said and broke off
to talk to the captain who had come into the lounge. Tricia took this
opportunity to sidle up close to me.

     `Can we go to bed now?' she asked in a small voice. `I can't stay long
for I have to be available for our lord and master later.'

     `Give me a few minutes,' I said and moved off as I finished my drink
and then said my goodnights to the company and left the lounge.

     I did the same as the night before. Had a shower and a shave and with
only a towel wrapped round me, waited for Tricia to come to my room. I
didn't wait long and it was almost a repeat of the previous night with
Stella. A kiss, bare breasted and towel removed to a gasp and was led to
the bed for me to use what she had been leading me with.

     `Stella wasn't telling lies when she said how big you were,' she said
as she gave my erection a squeeze before letting me go to get onto the
bed. `Did you go down on her?' she asked as she lifted her hips to slide
her lower costume piece down her legs which she then opened for me to see
what was being offered.

     `No, I didn't. She went down on me,' I replied, getting onto the bed
between her legs.

     `Well I'll go down on you afterwards,' she said with a smile as her
fingers stroked between the lips of her sex. So stretching myself out, legs
hanging over the end of the bed, buried my face into her crotch and got my
tongue stuck up inside the heat of her body. She tasted sweet as my tongue
roved over her clit as well as darting in and out of her vagina, making her
squirm and give out little groans of pleasure, especially when I was able
to get my teeth to rasp the rising bud.

     It didn't take long of me doing this before she was pulling at my
hair, begging me to fuck her. With a wet mouth and chin, I slid up her
body, taking in some fresh air at the same time, and entered her with my
now, really throbbing cock.

     `Wow,' she gasped as I enlarged her vagina as I moved up into her till
our pubes met. `No wonder she couldn't stop talking about you.' Her tits
were just brushing my chest as I raised myself up onto my elbows as I began
to move my prick in and out of her cavern, the inner muscles squeezing me
as I shafted her.

     Her hands came up and grabbed my shoulders as she neared her peak and
began to buck underneath me, digging her nails in as she had her orgasm as
I let go too, coming inside her.

     She whimpered as I pulled out but she was quick to move down the bed
to suck on my steaming prick, almost managing to get the whole thing into
her mouth and throat as she sucked out any sperm left and licked the head
clean.

                                                            *

     `Will Muriel be next?' she asked as we lay sated on the bed.

     `Muriel? Good God no. She's ...she's...'

     `A dry stick?' Tricia chuckled.

     `No. It's...no matter,' I said.

     `What about Stephen then? I saw him making cow's eyes at you.'

     `I...er...no, you're getting the wrong idea,' I stuttered.

     `I'm not stupid. Are you bi-sexual?'

     `Er...I...' Her fingers came up to my lips.

     `Sorry. I shouldn't have asked, but if you are, he'll be delighted,'
she then gave out a giggle and I knew she would now tell Stella that I was
bi-sexual. `Good Lord! Is that the time,' she cried as she looked at the
bedside clock. `I'd better get going before I'm summonsed. Bye darling,'
she said as she gave me a swift kiss and slowly dragged her breasts across
my mouth for me to say goodbye to them too.

     I didn't go for a shower but just stretched out and smiled, contented
with my lot and rolled over and smelt Tricia in the sheets as I fell
asleep.

                                                            *