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Big John’s Confession – V By: PureFiction I woke up early the next morning and after a world class breakfast from the ship’s Chef, decided to go exploring. After sailing all night it seemed we must be approaching Florida because the sea had changed to a lighter green and the sun was as bright as a new penny. In fact by 9 A.M. it was warm enough for me to wear shorts and a T-shirt. I found my way to the bridge eventually and the big Captain welcomed me. I was surprised to see Lana at the helm. She looked fantastic even though her hair was pinned to her head in a tight bun. She looked amazing in her white uniform and saucer cap. I noticed that she wore lieutenant’s bars on her shoulders even though I was seeing her body without the uniform, in my head. “Good Morning Sir!” Lana said with no trace of emotion, and went back to adjusting some control on a touch screen. She seemed so cold that I began to wonder if last night had actually happened. I wrote it off to her maintaining a professional appearance.....but still I wondered if she had enjoyed our time together as much as I had. “Lana is going to make a fine Skipper someday,” The big Samoan told me, “She’s got the sea in her blood.” Lana didn’t acknowledge the compliment, she continued to monitor computer screens and make adjustments like we weren’t even there. “We’re ahead of schedule and should make Miami by morning,” The Captain told me. “Excellent, keep up the good work!” “Yes Sir!” I needed some air, and time to think about what I might have done wrong. Lana seemed to be ignoring me, and for some reason it bothered me more than it should have. I’d had plenty of one night stands in my days of playing football, but for whatever reason....Lana ignoring me seemed to bother me more than the other girl’s I had enjoyed in my life. There was just something mysterious about her, some kind of magnetic force around her that drew me to her like a moth to a flame. I sat on the back sun deck with a beer and wondered if she was only attracted to me because I was rich. It had happened to other men on the football team, and only led to misery for them. Hell it had happened to me with the bimbo before I was even out of college! I made up my mind that I needed to read that report on her, and get the divorce over. I was sure one of Charles high-priced lawyers could make it happen with a bit of cash tossed his way. It was going to have to wait a bit because it was so peaceful sitting there watching the wake trailing away behind the ship. Even if Lana had just wanted a one night stand, I could live with that. The real problem was I had enjoyed it so much...I wanted more. I wondered if she was pissed at me, or would come back to my cabin like she promised before she left. I looked at my watch and wondered what I was going to do for the rest of the day. I finally drug my ass off the lounge chair around noon and headed for my cabin to read about the bimbo. I had just sat down in a big padded leather chair with the report, when a knock sounded on my cabin door. I tossed the papers down on the desk and went to see what they wanted. When I opened the door Lana was standing at attention with her saucer cap tucked under one arm. “Sir, may I have a word with you?” She asked with a very serious look on her face. “Please come in,” I told her and wondered if she was going to tell me that we could never meet again. I went back and flopped down in the chair, “What’s on your mind lieutenant?” Lana came over and stood in front of me, she looked completely serious and all business. “Sir, I spent most of the night tossing and turning thinking about what happened last night.” Here it comes, “I thought, preparing myself for the big letdown. “I don’t normally jump into bed with everyman that comes along,” She told me stiffly, “I thought maybe it happened because we’ve been on this cruise for almost two months and well.....A girl does have needs.” “Is that all it was?” I asked. “No sir, I don’t think it was at all......John.” Her voice softened along with her eyes, “I guess I just wanted to know if I was just some play thing for you last night?” I had to admire her guts. She was telling me exactly what she was feeling.....me her boss even though I didn’t feel like a boss but, to her this had to be extremely hard to do. “I needed someone last night because I’ve been so lonely, and I felt like you did too.” Lana said, shuffling a foot. “I didn’t expect that it was going to make me feel......so much more. I just wanted to let you know that If I......If we continue....I’m........well........it’s going to hurt too much when it ends, and I don’t need that. I’d rather end it now than have to go through that.” Standing there with her hat in her hands and looking at the floor, she asked, “So was it just for fun....I need to know where I stand.” She looked up and into my eyes with that look women have when they want to draw the truth out of you. There is no way you can lie and get away with it, at least I never could. “What would you say if I told you that I’ve been thinking about you all day, and counting the hours down until you get off work so I could see you again?” “Really?.......You’re not just saying that to take advantage of me?” I was impressed by this 20 year-old woman who seemed much older and wiser than I had been at her age. But then again, I was just a dumb football player, so maybe everyone was smarter than me. I answered her with a question of my own, “You’re not just interested in my money?” I saw a flash of hurt wash across her face for an instant before she regained control, “I guess we both have some doubts about what happened.” “I’m willing to take a chance if you are.” I guess my sub-conscience knew how attracted to her I was, because my comment had just popped out without thinking. I could almost hear the gears in her head grinding as she looked at my face intently trying to decide if I was telling her the truth. A smile crossed her face like she had made up her mind. Lana took a few steps forward until she was standing right in front of me and laid her saucer cap upside down on the desk. “I have to be back from lunch in twenty minutes,” She told me, and pushed my legs apart so she could get down on her knees between them. She started to unzip my fly until I took over stripping my shorts and boxers off while she unbuttoned her white uniform top. I was already hard by the time she unhooked the front of her bra and pulled it to the sides and let me see her amazing breasts. They had been awesome in the dark, and looked even better in the light. Her skin looked like it had a deep dark tan and her nipples were large dark circles with nice big points showing the state of her current arousal. I think you would be hard pressed to find a few men in the world who would say they had received a bad blow-job. I know from my own experience, the worst blow-job I’ve ever had was wonderful! In fact twice in my life I’ve had what I would call a world class blow-job. This was the second time I received such a gift. I think the difference between good and great is not technique, but attitude and emotion. It’s easy to tell if the girl actually loves what she is doing to you, or is just doing it because she feels like she has to, to make you happy. Lana seemed to love what she was doing to my cock as much as I did! She kept on her knees and scooted up to my crotch until I could feel her warm breasts on my skin as she took my shaft in her hand and guided the knob to her mouth. She licked it until it was completely wet and then rubbed it back and forth on one of her nipples. Her hard nipple teased my sensitive knob in a way I’d never felt before. When the saliva dried, she took me back in her mouth, keeping her eyes locked on mine as she bobbed up and down on it. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel her tongue flicking the underside of my knob at the same time she started to apply the suction. She would stop every few seconds to rub my wet knob on one of her hard nipples, and then take me back in her mouth for more unbelievable attention! I was having a hard time staying still, I wanted to touch her and give her something back but she just pushed me back in the chair and kept sucking me. Every time I let out a stifled moan she would hum on my knob like it was turning her on too. I think it was all over in 10 minutes tops! I had a death grip on the leather arm rest and fought it, but it was no use. She knew I was going to cum; she stroked me faster and sucked so hard that there were indentations in her cheeks. She kept her big beautiful brown eyes locked on mine, waiting for me to shoot. When I did, and it felt like I sent a huge hard stream out the end, she closed her eyes and swallowed it. Then her eyes locked on mine again and she pumped my shaft quick and hard again and again. Closing her eyes and swallowing my blast until I was bone dry. She let go of me and wiped the little bit of saliva from her chin with her hand and said, “Does that answer your question?” I sat up and put my hand on the white material of her uniform, pushing hard and rubbing her pussy that lie underneath. She let out a quick gasp, and put her hand over mine pushing it down hard and rubbing it up and down fast. I found one of her nipples and sucked it hard, she let out a small moan and came, and throwing her head back she covered her mouth and let out another long groan, while I furiously rubbed her crotch. She stopped shaking and we just looked at each other as she got up quickly and put her uniform back in order. “If I’m late the Captain is going to kill me!” Lana smiled as she checked her looks in the mirror to make sure her uniform was perfect. “What about lunch?” I asked as she was opening the door. “No thanks....I’m full,” She laughed, “I get off at eleven.” And like a ghost was gone again. To say I was relaxed and feeling good would have been a huge understatement. I went back on deck and that feeling quickly disappeared as I forced myself to read the report on the bimbo. The most damning thing was witnesses who had admitted to having had relations with the bimbo at the same time I had been dating her. The worst part was all three of the guys had been on the football team with me! If Grace wasn’t my natural daughter that might explain why she was growing up to be a tall woman. Those guys had been as big as me, so that just left me with more questions than answers. A crewman appeared with a large phone in his hands, “Sir, Ms. Parker on the Sat Phone for you.” I took the bulky contraption that looked like a pregnant cell phone, “Hello?” “Daddy....Hi how’s the trip going?” “Great! How are things with you baby?” “Oh just amazing, Geneva is so awesome! Charles has taken me to several museums, and they have this incredible fountain that shoots so high in the air you can’t believe it!” “Sounds wonderful” “We are going to eat at this high class place right now. I just wanted to let you know I miss you and I’ll see you in Miami.” “Miss you too!” “Oh daddy, I got some great news for you!” “What’s that?” “It’s a surprise, I’ll tell you when I get there, gotta go love you!” “Love you too!” The phone went dead in my hand and the waiter/crewman appeared and carried it away. I wondered what great news Grace had for me. And I hoped it wasn’t what I thought it was going to be. Charles seemed to be speeding along on his quest to marry Grace! The rest of the day was pretty much ruined at that point, leaving me hoping that Lana could make me forget the quandary I was currently in. Charles was going to marry Grace, of that I was sure and knew that in the long run it would leave her set for life. The problem was it was going to cause her pain if she really fell in love with him. Especially when he died. Not to mention the thought of her marrying him was going to also cause me my own form of pain. It seems like I had way more problems than answers at that point. For a guy who was suddenly rich and living the dream, the money didn’t offer much comfort to my stomach that was all twisted up like a knot. I wished that 11 PM would hurry up and arrive so I could forget the whole thing for at least a little while. I told myself that things would get better before they got worse. I’d divorce the bimbo; find a solution to Grace, Charles, and Lana that I could live with. Then I could enjoy the money and my new real estate empire on the islands! I was feeling much better after a few drinks while the clock slowly turned towards eleven. I figured fate was finally going to give me a break. I didn’t know how wrong I was about almost everything I had planned. At five minutes after eleven I still hadn’t seen any sign of Lana. The decks were deserted as the crew had all retired except for the bridge. I got a fresh beer from behind the bar and decided to go find out what was keeping her. I remember her telling me that the women crew slept on the first deck down, and the men were 2 decks lower. I found the right passageway and was pretty sure I remembered what cabin she had told me was hers. As I went down the darkened corridor I saw a sliver of light ahead. It looked like Lana’s cabin had the door slightly ajar as it came into view. I could hear a muffled voice and wondered if Lana had some company that had kept her from meeting me. I froze when I heard a man who was obviously drunk start talking in a loud whisper. “You stupid little cunt! You’re going to suck my fucking dick before I stick it up your uppity ass!” I froze trying to comprehend what I was hearing. “All you fucking cunts think you’re too good for Benny! If you fuck me real good, I might not throw you over the side....NOW SUCK IT BITCH!” and heard a loud slap. I was through the door in an instant as Benny turned to look at me with crazy eyes and a knife in his hand. Lana was on the floor on her knees, her top ripped open, her pants ripped and pulled part way down and something stuffed in her mouth. The thing that pissed me off more than Benny standing there with his dick hanging out of his pants, was the red hand prints on Lana’s face and boobs from where he had been slapping her! He took a step towards me and started to raise his hand holding the knife. He never made it because I hit him in the side of the head with the beer bottle just as hard as I could. Benny dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes, his head leaking blood. Lana looked at me with tears streaming down her face and started shaking uncontrollably. I pulled the wad of panties from her mouth and untied her hands from behind her back as she started sobbing and what I assumed were curses in Hawaiian. I grabbed the phone and rang the bridge. “Captain.” “Captain this is John, you better get down to Lana’s room fast.” “On my way!” The Samoan replied. “Come alone.” I told him. It seemed like just an instant and the Captain was in the room as I tried to help Lana up. He saw her condition and turned around as I gave her a blanket to cover herself with. “Are you okay?” I asked Lana who was regaining her composure. “I need to wash this filth off of me!” Lana told us and started to head for her latrine. She cursed something in Hawaiian, and kicked Benny in the ribs as she left. Unfortunately he was still out cold and didn’t feel it. “I better lock this piece of shit up in the cargo hold,” the captain said, “He’s a temp, and I had a bad feeling about him.” “What are we going to do with him?” The Captain bent down and picked up Benny, tossing him over his shoulders like a sack of dog food, “I guess we hand him over to the police in Miami.” All I could think of was what if it had been Grace, and no one had stopped it in time. “Is there some kind of rule of the sea where we can take care of this ourselves?” I asked, not wanting the scum to get off on some legal technicality. The Captain looked at me for a moment and then gave me a lopsided grin, “People fall overboard and are never seen again all the time.” “Tie him up and wait for us,” I told him, “I’ll ask Lana what she wants to do with him.” Lana came out of the bathroom a few minutes later looking much better. The slap marks on both of her cheeks were fading but not her temper. “Where is that piece of shit?” “Cargo hold,” I told her, “Captain wants to know what you want us to do with him?” “Come on,” Lana snapped and I followed her to the cargo hold. When we got to the hold, the Captain had Benny’s hands tied behind his back with a wire cable leading to a pile of weights used for a bar bell. He was awake and standing there with a sneer on his face. “He was going to rape me, cut my throat and toss me over the side!” Lana spit, “I think he should go visit the fishes!” The Captain shrugged his shoulders and opened the cargo loading hatch. I could hear the water several feet below hissing by as we maintained speed. The Captain backed Benny up to the hatch and was about to give him a push when Lana stopped him. “Wait!” Lana walked over to him and said, “You want to sign a confession and go to jail instead?” “Fuck You! STUPID CUNT!” Benny screamed in her face. In a blink of an eye Lana closed the distance and drove her knee up into his nuts. Benny screamed and bent over cussing about what a dumb fucking cunt she was. Lana grabbed him by the hair and shoved him backwards hard. His ankles hit the back of the hatch and he tumbled backwards out the door. I heard a loud splash as the cord yanked the weights out the hatch after him. The Captain closed and dogged the hatch and said, “I’ll report a man overboard in the morning.” Lana slowly walked over to me and got down on one knee in front of me. She took my hands and kissed the back of them and started saying something in Hawaiian. She got up and walked away with her head down, turned to look at me one more time and then she was gone. “What was all that gibberish about?” I asked the Captain. “She just pledged her life to you for saving her.” “What like a slave?” I told him, “I don’t think too much of slavery!” I walked with him towards my cabin as he talked. “Lana’s family is one of the oldest on the islands. They believe in the old ways, if Benny had succeeded in raping her she would have killed herself to not dishonor them.” “It wasn’t her fault!” “Makes no difference to them,” The Captain replied, “She has given the life you saved, back to you, and she will be your wife if you accept her as worthy.” “I don’t want another wife!” I told him, “I still haven’t got rid of the first one!” “You have 30 days to decide, if you say no.....her family will disown her for being unworthy.” “SHIT!” I said a bit too loud. “Lana is beautiful woman; a man could do much worse.” The Captain replied, “Don’t worry the crew will just think that stupid drunken fuck fell over the side. I need to get back to the bridge.” The Captain left me standing there wondering what the hell I was going to do now! I’d witnessed a murder that I had not one bit of remorse over. Well an execution of the guilty seemed more fitting to call it, and he had brought it on himself. So all I had to worry about was us getting caught, but that seemed unlikely. I needed to sit down and figure out what the fuck I was going to do now. Damn I needed a drink and grabbed a bottle of Jack from behind the bar. I shut my cabin door sat on the bed and sipped it. Why the hell things kept happening to me like this, I really had no idea. Around 3 AM a knock sounded and Lana let herself into my room. I’d left the door unlocked in case she decided to come and see me. I really didn’t think she would considering what had happened, but there she was in the same robe she had worn the night before. She took the half empty bottle out of my hand and put it on the nightstand. She turned out the light and I heard the rustling of her robe and then she slid in under the covers with me. I felt her warm naked body being pressed against me, and the tension began to leave me. I felt tears on my chest and asked her if she was going to be okay. She brought her head up and said, “I killed a man, even though he deserved it......I won’t blame you if you don’t want me.” I brushed the tears from her face with my fingers and told her to hush. She crawled up on top of me offering her lips and anything else I might want. I kissed her and held her as she moved around and then reached under her belly, lifted my cock and guided me into her. For the next several minutes we didn’t talk or make a sound. Just the rhythmic motions rustling the sheets as Lana rode me. She sat up on me and guided my hands to her breasts; they felt incredible as she ground her pussy with all of me inside of her heat. She started groaning and bouncing quickly up and down, squeezing me hard. I could tell she was holding her own orgasm off until I came. When I did she let go, and all the frustrations and craziness of the past 12 hours came out in a rush. Lana began to yell loudly, driving her pussy up and down hard on my spurting member. I squeezed her big dark nipples hard and felt her vagina tighten even harder around me. She finally collapsed on top of me breathing hard as I throbbed to a stop. I fell asleep while still inside of her, and when I woke up several hours later she was gone. I found a note that said she wouldn’t be back again unless I asked her to. We pulled into Miami at noon the next day. A couple of Coast Guard officer’s came on board and questioned the Captain, crew, and myself about Benny’s disappearance. The preliminary conclusion was, “Lost at Sea.” We were given cards with phone numbers to call if any new information became available, but of course it wouldn’t. I breathed a sigh of relief as the officer’s left the ship and the Captain gave me a nod, before heading back to the bridge. I hadn’t seen Lana all day and wondered where she was at. The Captain told me later that she had gone to see some relatives of hers on shore, and wouldn’t be back until the morning when we were scheduled to depart. Grace appeared like magic a few hours later, and I was so happy to see her that for a while I forgot about all the trouble with Lana, Benny, and the bimbo. She didn’t have any luggage and that brought me back to reality when I thought about it as she told me of her great trip abroad. I waited until we got back in my room that night to ask her what the “Great News” was all about. “Promise you won’t be mad?” “I’ll try,” I told her, trying to steel myself for what I guessed was coming.” “Charles asked me to marry him!” Grace said, and pulled a huge diamond ring out of her purse and put it on. “You’re kind of young for that aren’t you?” “Dad.....in two months I’ll be 16 and we can get married in Hawaii,” She told me, “Well that is if you and mom sign off for me.” I must have been looking down, because she came over to me and said, “Dad I know you don’t like it, and you think I’m making a mistake but it feels right to me. I need to make my own decisions and live with it, if it goes wrong that is.” I just looked at her, “Well I sort of have a girlfriend on the boat too.” “What? Who, I mean that’s soooo cool! Now I don’t have to worry about you being alone all the time.” “You worry about that?” “Of course I do silly! I mean it’s not like you and I are allowed to get married and stuff.” She was right of course; they don’t take kindly to that kind of marriage in any country. I made a note to ask Charles how to get the DNA test done, because I still had some hope left. “So dad will you sign off, and give me permission?” Grace asked, with eternal hope in her eyes. “If that’s what you really want, I will. But I can’t speak for your mom.” “OH SUPER! Let me worry about mom.” Grace said so happy it was scaring me a bit. “I love YOU!” Grace pushed me back over on the bed and gave me a kiss that meant more than thanks. She looked at me when she finished kissing me and said, “Just because I’m with Charles, and you have a girlfriend doesn’t mean my panties are going to stop falling off......check and see.” I slid my hand up under her dress and sure enough I felt the bare cheeks of her round little ass, “I’m glad to hear that!” Grace laughed, “It’s a deal then?” “Deal.” “Good because I’ve missed how you make love to me,” Grace grinned and kissed my lips again, “I think you should do it right now, because I’ve been thinking about it for two days!” Grace got up on her knees with her head still on the mattress, “I’m waiting for you.” She said with an evil little smile that made my cock want out of my shorts. I rolled over and got up on my knees behind her and flipped her skirt up over her butt. Her little pussy looked wet and puffy, the opening to her vagina... pink and inviting me to come inside. I pushed into her and she was so hot and wet that I slid easily all the way to the hilt. “Ohhhh GOD I’ve missed how you feel!” Grace moaned, “I need you to fuck me hard!” I figured maybe Charles was a little too gentle for what my girl really liked, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell him! I grabbed Grace by the hips and pounded her hard and fast until both of us collapsed in orgasm heaven! When Grace came back from the bathroom she crawled in bed with me and I turned off the light. She snuggled up to me and said, “Dad...Charles wants me to go with him in the morning to Australia for a couple of days if that’s okay with you?” “It’s not okay, but if you really want to, I guess I’ll let you.” “Mmmmm thank you!” Grace said and kissed me, “We still have all night together.” I felt Grace’s hand on my cock and it was reacting like it always did when she touched me.....it started to grow hard. “Maybe when I get back I can meet your girlfriend,” Grace said as she slipped under the sheets and kissed the end of my knob, “I could show her how you really like it.” I felt her hot mouth slide over my knob, and her hand start teasing my balls. I wondered who would win that battle, and thought Lana sure would give Grace a run for her money. “As long as you don’t ask me to join you and Charles!” “He’s too stuffy for that kind of fun.....but I’m not!” Grace appeared back from under the sheets, “Do you have any of that lube stuff here?” “Yeah, why?” “I know something we haven’t done for a long time.” “It’s in the nightstand.” Grace got the bottle of lube and greased me all up; she got on top and slowly sat down on my cock until the knob pushed past the tight little ring of her rear. “OH SHiiiit.....I forgot how big you feel in here!” Grace let out, but kept pushing until she had me all the way up her tight rear. I changed my mind and thought maybe Grace could teach Lana a thing or two, but lost the thought as Grace began to move up and down on me. I hoped the crew didn’t hear us, because we got pretty loud. I fell asleep wondering what Lana would say when I told her to plan the wedding? |
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