CHAPTER TEN

 

“Karl,  where is Olga?” I ask.

 

She apparently was not aboard when we left, and I had assumed we were going to either pick her up while underway, or meet her, or she would helicopter out to us.

 

“Eh, who knows! Women!” he says, exasperated.

 

Then, he storms off to the stern.

 

I guess he needed to check some bit of harness or the way a sail furled, or just wanted to jack off from the back of the boat.

 

Still, that was a bit odd.

 

I guess even superhuman demigods can’t always depend on the moods of their girlfriends.

 

Or lovers.

 

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God, I am SO horny.

 

I really wish I knew what to do with the four of us.

 

Maybe I can get some time with Julie or Tanya later.

 

Unless Dean is monopolizing their sexy time.

 

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“What’s up, Jules?” I say, trying to not show her how much I need to get laid.

 

“Oh, hi, uh, Rachel! How are you today?” she replies.

 

“I’m fine, sweetie. Say, are you feeling frisky? Maybe you and Tanya and I could play a bit? What do you say?” I ask.

 

Julie looks at me with a weird look.

 

Almost as if she’s afraid of something.

 

“Well, honestly, I’d like to, but I’m on my period, you know…” she stutters.

 

“Oh, okay. I get that, yuck! I hope you aren’t getting any cramps or anything?” I say.

 

“I’m fine, it’s just, well, you know how it is, just not in the mood, I guess,” she stammers.

 

“Sure, not a problem, Jules!” I say, gaily.

 

“Do you want anything, Miss Bloomberg?” she asks. “Water, a drink? A massage?”

 

“No thank you, Jules! Talk at ya later, babe!” I say and then wander back to my cabin.

 

Just what the hell is up with her, I wonder.

 

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Later, I run into Dean and Tanya, and we have a nice little chat.

 

“Hi, guys! How are you all? Me, I’m feeling a bit frisky!” I say, not trying to hint too much but doing a poor job of it, obviously.

 

“Hey, Miss Bloomberg!” Dean says.

 

“Hello, Rachel,” says Tanya, coolly.

 

“Hey, is something wrong, guys?” I ask them.

 

“What do you mean?” says Tanya.

 

I look at her and can see she is terrified.

 

I gasp, surprised.

 

“Is there something I need to know, Tanya?” I ask her, looking directly at her face.

 

“No, ma’am! Everything is just fine! Do you want anything? A massage? Maybe a nice cold beer?” she says.

 

I step back and see Dean, edging away behind Tanya.

 

“Dean, come with me, please,” I say to him.

He glances at Tanya, who shrugs and gives him one of those “Nice to know you!” looks.

 

We walk to Karl’s cabin.

 

I knock but don’t wait for an answer before I barge in, and find a surprise waiting.

 

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Karl and Olga are in mid-fuck.

 

He stops when he sees Dean and me.

 

“Rachel, what the fuck! Dean, you’re fired!” he yells.

 

Dean tries to escape, but I grab him by his sleeve and pull him back into the room.

 

“Like hell he is! Now, you tell me just what the hell is going on!” I yell at Karl.

 

Karl extricates himself from Olga.

 

He takes his time, letting her clean his big, thick cock of their juices with her mouth, as she slowly sucks on him.

 

He savors it, glaring at me and Dean.

 

“You know, you’re not really fired, Dean,” he says.

 

He closes his eyes and we wait for it.

 

He grunts, shooting his come into Olga’s eager mouth, and she laps and slurps it all up, every last drop.

 

Then, she licks her lips, smiling, and opens her mouth wide to show us all what a good girl she is.

 

Olga stands up, and then walks over to me, her pert breasts swinging as she gets closer.

 

Her perfect ass tempts me, and I can feel myself getting warm.

 

And wet.

 

She gets very close to my face, and then gently kisses me.

 

I taste Karl’s cum on her luscious lips and instantly get soaked.

 

She pushes her tongue into my mouth, letting me gently suck on it.

 

I groan from my need and try to put my hands on her sopping wet cunt.

 

“Nein, Leibschen, nein,” she coos at me.

 

Then, she giggles and walks out onto the deck, stark naked!

 

Dean follows her with his eyes.

 

“Go on, you can go now, too, Dean,” I say.

 

He bolts from the cabin.

 

“What’s going on, Karl?” I ask.

 

Karl sits on the cushions, his large, limp dick hanging between his legs.

 

He reaches over to a pack of cigarettes and lights one for himself.

 

Taking a deep drag, he blows out some smoke rings.

 

“What is the problem, Rachel? You aren’t jealous. The Melding lets me know that ” he says.

 

“Why is everyone suddenly giving me the cold shoulder, Karl?” I ask.

 

“Because they think you’re a witch, Rachel. A Sea Witch,” he says, seriously.

 

“What the hell do you mean?” I say, incredulous.

 

Karl blows some more smoke, then gestures with the cigarette, punctuating his points.

 

“Think about it from their perspective, Rache,” he begins.

 

“Your boyfriend, your stepbrother, falls into the sea, in raging storm, and apparently drowns. Yet, here he is…” he says.

 

“You get blown to bits by terrorist killers, yet, here you are…” he adds and takes a final drag of the butt.

 

Then, he stubs it out.

 

Karl gets up and throws the butt out the porthole.

 

It seems redundant, to me.

 

I mean, why bother to stub it out, if you’re in the middle of the fucking ocean, right?

 

Karl walks over to me.

 

He stands there, towering and frowning.

 

He smells musky, of sex and Olga.

 

He kisses me.

 

I feel the excitement of being near him, my pussy starts weeping its juice.

 

He grabs my ass, and pulls me to him, hugging me tightly.

 

I can taste Olga’s pussy on his mouth.

 

My senses are reeling.

 

“They are afraid of you, Rachel, don’t you know that yet?” he says.

 

Karl whispers things into my ear, forbidden thoughts, dark fantasies.

 

My knees go weak, my thighs tremble, and my nipples harden into tiny little diamond tipped points.

 

Karl’s huge cock is awake, again.

 

I grasp it with my hand, wanting to surround its meaty length with my hungry mouth.

 

“Why? What did I do to them?” I whisper.

 

My need makes the words tumble out of my mouth, staggered by my gasps as Karl rubs my clit, through my pants, with his now hard dick.

 

“You’re better than they are, Rachel, and they know it. They feel that a goddess has touched them, and found them wanting,” he whispers into my ear.

 

I moan and suck along his jawline.

 

I smell / taste Olga there, and I am close to coming.

 

Karl kneads my nubs, rubbing them through my blouse.

 

He lowers his head and bites onto the fabric.

 

Then, he tears the sheer material with his teeth, ripping my tits free from their bondage.

 

At the same time, he jams his cockhead against my cunt, and I come.

 

I drench my pants, soaking them with the huge gushing from my pussy, as I grind against him.

 

Karl pulls my hair, forcing my head back, and sucks on my neck.

 

He gives me a monster hickey.

 

“Suck me, Rachel,” he commands.

 

“Swallow my semen,” he adds, smiling.

 

I fall on my knees, helpless.

 

Karl’s huge cock is staring me in the face, it’s one slit eye oozing pre-cum.

 

I lick its tip, and Karl moans.

 

I hear the door open and know that Olga has returned.

 

I feel her presence, her judgment as she watches and gauges my ability, my technique, how good I am at sucking the cock of her Master.

 

Because, as I swallow Karl’s huge meaty wad deep into my throat, I remember her warning, about Bone, and how she is slaved to Karl.

 

I suck, willingly, my mouth opening wide to take all of Karl into my throat.

 

My head bobs back and forth, rapidly working the shaft, as I fondle Karl’s balls.

 

I remember he loves having them squeezed.

 

Olga carefully kneels down next to me and slips my pants off my legs, now soaked with my juice and saliva.

 

I drool from the effort of opening so wide to accommodate Karl.

 

I can feel Olga sliding her face beneath my wet pussy, and then gasp as her tiny tongue darts into my intimate folds.

 

She deftly fingers my clit, making me come, then sucking all my juice into her eager mouth.

 

She revels in my cunt, eating it like manna, sucking and licking and fingering me until I come again.

 

I squirt all over her face, drenching her bosom in my juice, wetting her golden hair,

 

I can’t see anything but Karl’s groin, and he suddenly grabs my head and pushes deep into my throat.

 

I feel him welling up, and he shoots his load of jism.

 

There is so much of it, it fully fills my throat and mouth, and then he pulls out and he’s squirting cum all over my nipples, my breasts, and then down past me onto Olga’s waiting lips.

 

She comes, too, having fingered herself expertly while managing to eat my pie.

 

Karl’s semen coats me, and Olga.

 

She sits up, smearing it all over her face and my tits.

 

She licks my nipples, her fingers again moving inside me, and she gobbles Karl’s balls.

 

Karl groans with pleasure, letting Olga take each one into her mouth, suckling on them like eggs.

 

She chews them, obviously knowing what pleases her Master.

 

Karl grabs his cock, fisting it, pistoning it up and down, until he comes again, all over my face and tits, while Olga swallows his scrotum into her face.

 

We play for a while, the gentle rocking of the boat coaxing us towards sleep.

 

Karl lays back on the bed, his naked, giant form muted by the gathering dark, as Olga straddles his cock, and gently lays her head on his massive chest.

 

Olga nuzzles against him, suckling on his nipples, licking his strong chin, along with his jawline, rubbing his face with her hands.

 

I can see her perfect ass bobbing on Karl, and I am entranced.

 

Olga looks over to me long enough to smile and gesture to me.

 

She spreads her ass cheeks wide, inviting me to enjoy her forbidden hole.

 

I crawl over to the bed, and Karl and Olga make room, allowing me to feast on their banquet of love.

 

Gently, ever so gently, I move towards my goal.

 

Olga is slowly riding Karl’s massive cock, and I can smell her and see her juice making him slick.

 

Karl moans softly, and my kisses on Olga’s perfect orbs become longer and more passionate.

 

Finally, I gather my courage to dare to enter her holy of holies, making a point with my tongue and gently pressing it into the center of her dark brown eye,

 

The musky, heady scent gives way to a pleasant, sharp tang as my tongue enters her.

 

I can feel her open up to me, allowing me entry to deeper pleasure as my tongue crawls its way up into her anus, her sphincter closing around me like a gentle noose.

 

The pressure drives me wild, and I push fingers into my own ass and pussy, rubbing my flinty clitoris.

 

I come, moaning my pleasure into Olga’s cave, the sound smothered by her perfect cheeks swallowing my mouth.

 

Just then, Karl comes, his jism flowing down from Olga’s straining cunt and over my nose and lips.

 

I lap up their combined nectar, like ambrosia of the gods.

 

Then, the three of us spoon, Olga with her mouth around her Master’s cock, my pussy resting on Karl’s chin, and my face buried in Olga’s ass.

 

In this sated tableau, the ocean rocks us and we all fall asleep.

 

In the night, my tongue finds Olga’s spicy dark hole, again and again, and burrows into it, her taste coating my lips and invading my dreams, as she nurses on Karl’s cock like a pacifier, and Karl kisses my pussy and ass intermittently through our long, shared dream.

 

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The next morning, I discover that we are all in deep trouble.