It was two days back up river to the port; Krankkopft. Sandy could barely sleep. It was on the final day that she finally came back on deck. Dr. Stevens was recounting the history of the port as the boat fought the lazy current. Sandy, sitting on the railing in a loose flowing sundress, glanced over at him, and then at the captain. His wide leer let her know that he knew exactly what she had done in that cold, dark temple.
As the doctor explained how early Dutch explorers used the port as a hospital "atop some damned Heathen holy site, no less", she saw Capt. Xavier, obviously and crudely, grab his dick through the khaki trousers and grin at her. All of the other crew members listened as Dr. Stevens droned on about how the site was cursed by a Witch Doctor, and sure enough, all of the men were killed and the women, "well, no one was sure of that."
Capt. Xavier motioned to go below deck with his head, and passed the wheel off to Axle. He happily dropped out of sight. Sandy didn't know what else to do. She waited a moment, and followed when her husband recounted the tales of British missionaries disappearing...
Capt. Xavier was waiting for her at the end of the hall. Billy was asleep in his room, his door slightly open. Sandy silently walked toward him. She leaned forward, a whiskey smell was on his breath. Her heart beat wildly as his lip brushed her ear.
"You lay with the Demon. You his bride." She felt his hand snake behind her, sliding over her firm, round ass. She looked up into his eyes. A thin membrane slid from either side, blinking an impossible blink. Sandy froze as her skirt was lifted. "You think you the first? My grandmother lay with him. " he said, three fingers sliding down the mound of her lower back, and between her asscheeks.
His middle finger hooked suddenly, and pressed into her ass up to the second knuckle. Sandy gasped, her hips jerking forward suddenly, pressing her sex into his throbbing erection. Quickly he worked another finger in, pressing them in deeply and out in rapid jabbing thrusts that forced her to put her hands on his chest and bite her lip. Just as suddenly, he slid his fingers out and laughed. Sandy hastily backed away, breath heaving. "You his." he said, licking and sucking his fingers. "Don't worry about me! HAHAHA!"
Sandy scurried up to the deck passed a dreary eyed Billy who had come to see what the noise was. "Sis?" he asked, rubbing his eyes awake. She nearly lept onto the deck.
"Sandy, we're here!" her husband said, pulling her close to him. The port before her lay ahead. She saw them, on the dock. Her sister was waving. and Sandy noticed, to her horror, that her niece was all grown up...
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