The men swam up to the port side as Kim tossed the net ladder overboard to them. The
men climbed up it and disappeared from Jodie's sight. She decided to move further away
from that boat in case it exploded, and pushed down on the throttles, moving forward.
Kim helped the first man aboard, ooohing and aahhing at him anxiously.
"Are you all right?" she asked. The man stood up, dripping water off his body. He
was wearing only a black bikini swimsuit. His body was heavily muscled and Kim eyed it
with interest, though he was way too old for her, and almost bald.
"Yeah. Thanks honey," the man replied, his eyes scanning her body carefully,
especially when she turned and bent over to help the next man up.
"You all by yourself honey?" he asked.
"No. My cousin is here, too," she replied over her shoulder.
The two men exchanged a glance, then the first man moved towards the cabin door as
the second shook his long hair. Water cascaded around him, including on Kim who yelped and
backed into the handrail on the other side of the boat.
"What's your name, baby?" he asked.
"I'm Kimberley," she said, looking up brightly as he moved towards her.
"Thanks for picking us up, Kim."
"Kimberley," she said, sternly.
"You got a nice body, Kimberley," he said, standing less than a foot in front of
her.
She giggled and put her hands behind her back, swinging her hips from side to
side..
He slid his left hand up and into her thick brown hair, pulling it back slightly to
raise her head. He bent forward and kissed her full on the lips as she stood there
uncertainly.
"What was that for?" she asked, when he pulled back.
"Cause you're so pretty," he said, making her smile again.
He bent forward and kissed her a second time, more passionately, his tongue pushing
between her lips as his right hand slid up and cupped her barely covered left breast. He
caressed the breast, then gave it a little squeeze.
She pulled back, until her behind hit the handrail, looking at him with an
admonishing frown. "You shouldn't do that," she said. "My cousin is here and anyway, I
don't even know your name."
"It's Bob," he said, his arms sweeping around her and pulling her against him.
He pulled her head forward as he kissed her again, his other hand sliding up and
down her back, then sliding further downward to cup her full soft buttocks..
Kim pushed weakly against his chest, not wanting to make him mad or hurt his
feelings. He was younger than the other man but he really wasn't very good looking and she
certainly didn't want to go out with him. He ignored her feeble efforts, his tongue
sliding around inside her mouth as his hand kneaded her bared bottom.
Then he unclipped her bra, letting her breasts free. She moved her hands to cover
them, at first thinking her bra had come loose on its own. He grabbed her wrists though,
pulling them apart, then behind her back. He easily held them together behind her with
just one of his hands, then stroked and squeezed her naked breasts with his free hand.
"You have to stop," she gasped, "Jodie will see and get mad."
She didn't want to tell him she just didn't think he was very nice looking.
"Don't worry about Jodie," he breathed, lowering his head, and fastening his lips
around her left nipple.
He sucked slowly, then with more force, pulling more of the fresh young flesh into
his mouth. His tongue started to work on the nipple, rasping back and forth across it as
he suckled.
He ignored her, protests, whispered as they were, pulling her down to the deck. The
forward deck was in two levels, one about a foot or so higher than the other. The deck
angled sharply upward to join the two and provide a backrest for people sitting there.
Bob pulled her down against the angled part, lying half over her as his hands
continued to fondle her body. He slipped his right hand down her smooth belly to her
groin, squeezing it through the little patch of green nylon, then forcing his hand into
the little bikini and down over her pussy mound.
She gasped, looking around as if afraid someone might see. She grabbed his wrist,
trying to pull it out and protesting softly. Instead of pulling out, Bob jerked hard on
her hair, forcing her head back against the upper deck and making her cry out in pain.
He bent over her, his mouth crushing hers, his lips mashing from side to side
against her as his hand squeezed and rubbed at her pussy. Her back was bowed across the
angled deck and her breasts were pushed up and out. He bent and fastened his lips around
one, sucking hard, very hard, as his hand continued to rub at her pussy.
Kim's hands were behind her head, holding both his wrist and a chunk of her hair
that he had a hold of, trying to keep him from pulling it.
"You're hurting me," she whimpered. "Stop pulling my hair."
"Shut up, bitch," he snapped.
He pulled her bikini bottom off, tossing it overboard as Kim watched in surprise,
then he was on top of her, between her legs. His own bathing suit came down and she saw
his prick, fully erect as it prodded at her thighs.
His weight forced her thighs apart and he brought his cockhead up against her
lightly furred entrance, then began to push forward. Kim stared up at him fearfully, still
holding her hair even though he'd let go of it. He slid his cock into her, prying open her
tight pussy lips, and she gave a little moan, afraid of him and afraid of what Jodie would
do if she saw.
Jodie kept her eyes on the boat as they passed and began to put some distance
between them. She saw the smoke begin to thin, then disappear, and then saw figures appear
on the deck of the little boat. She frowned in puzzled surprise, then saw the boat begin
to move, to come after them.
"What the fuck," she said, glancing back, then forward, wishing she could see the
two men who'd come on board.
She pushed the throttles further forward, wary now, and reached for the radio.
"Hi there, honey."
She turned with a start, her hand on the microphone as a big, muscled man came
through the open doorway.
"You won't need that, baby," he said, his face covered in a cruel sneer. He took
the microphone out of her hand, then ripped it free from the radio, shoving her against
the cabin wall.
He throttled back to a halt, then turned to her again.
"I always loved blondes." He leered, moving against her. She brought her knee up
but he dodged it and it hit him on the leg instead of the crotch. She swung a roundhouse
right, catching him on the side of the head. He stumbled back, cursing furiously as she
ran past him and down the stairs. Her mind whirled, frantically trying to think of some
weapon below that she could use on him. His footsteps pounded after her as she ran through
the narrow passage towards the bow.
Then his hand grabbed her by the hair and jerked her to a halt. She screamed as her
hair was pulled savagely back, and swung around, catching him in the belly with her small
fist. He grunted and fell back against the opposite wall, letting go of her hair.
She stumbled forward, running into the master bedroom and trying to close and lock
the door behind her. He hit the door with his shoulder before it caught, slamming it
forward. Jodie was hurled through the air to fall against a dresser.
He ran in, cursing angrily. She swung at him again but he blocked it and drove his
big right fist right into her belly. She let out a whoof as the air was knocked out of
her. She doubled over, nausea threatening and sank to her knees. The man grabbed her hair,
jerking her upright and brought his fist into her belly a second time, knocking her back
against the wall.
She staggered back, her head hitting the wall with enough force to daze her. Her
legs slipped apart as she grabbed the dresser to steady herself. Then the man brought his
knee smashing up into her groin, crushing her pubic mound. Her eyes bulged as the pain
tore through her and she fell to the deck.
"Fucking whore!" he snarled.
He grabbed her hair again, forcing her to her feet. He was much taller than her and
pulled her hair straight up as she weakly grabbed at his wrist with both hands and crept
up on her toes. Again he brought his right fist into her belly, then whirled her around
and slammed her face into the wall.
He grabbed her hips, holding her up when she would have sagged to the floor. His
right hand slid between her thighs, cupping her groin, squeezing as hard as he could as
she cried out with pain and writhed against the wall. He gripped her hair with his other
hand, pulling her back, then slamming her into the wall again.
He pulled her back again, then turned her and ran her forward into a table that
took her right in the belly. She collapsed forward, her upper body dropping heavily onto
the top of the table. He let go of her hair and crotch, grabbing her thong and ripping it
off.
Her arms went under her, squeezing her aching belly and chest as she fought for
breath and fought down vomit. He pulled on her thighs, spreading them, then brought his
knee smashing up into her pubic mound again, hammering it with enough force to lift her
belly off the table and her feet off the floor.
She fell back heavily, groaning sickly. Again he brought his knee slamming up into
her pussy, making her lower body bounce into the air and drop back. He laughed cruelly,
his hand slapping down on her pussy mound and cupping it as he squeezed tightly.
"I'll show you not to fight me, bitch," he snarled, pinching her pussy lips, then
thrusting a hard finger between them, forcing it up into her tight pink tunnel.
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