"Your things, miss." The large black man said. His frame filled the doorway so fully that Melody could hardly see beyond him. His thickly muscled chest and abdomen gleemed with sweat as he ducked down to enter the room. Melody was keenly aware of her situation. The only people below deck right now were Sandy, Corinna, and herself. The men would be topside for at least half an hour. Melody turned around, keeping an eye on him in the mirror as she tied the tiny white bikini. She knew the thin little thong she wore did nothing to cover her ass at all. He stepped forward, her dufflebag dangling from his calloused hand.
"You can put it on the bed." she managed to say, her heart thumping wildly in her chest. She saw him ogling her in the mirror as she adjusted the top, which she was correct in assuming was far too small for her massive breasts. Soft flesh spilled out from all sides and she was barely able to keep both of her nipples covered. He watched her heavy tits shift and move as she struggled to get the top on as quickly as possible.
He stepped closer to her, filling the mirror. Melody turned suddenly, tired of the game. "Look. I'll only say this once, what happened back at the port.."
He dropped the bag onto the bed with a thump, his eyes drinking in her slender body and heaving chest. Melody unconsciously shifted her weight, feeling the tight fabric of her sister's bikini rub against her tender sex. "What happened in port..." she repeated as he stepped closer, causing her to back up.
"What happened in port..." he said, putting his large hands on her silky smooth sides. She shuddered and bit her lip as he ran his hands up and down her long midsection and leaned in. "..was only 'da beginning." Melody felt his hands slide over her bare ass, pulling her into his embrace...
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Sandy rubbed the trinket resting on Corinna's chest. She held her breath and whispered "no..." Sure enough, it was an image of the creature that had attacked her. The ancient copper and wood trinket was well worn, but its hideous face was obvious. Her mind wandered back to the temple, back to the underground cavern. She took a deep breath, ashamed for the feelings that were welling up inside of her. Her left hand unconsciously started to rub her neck as she remembered being penetrated over and over under its powerful body...
"Aunt Sandy, what are you doing?" Corinna asked, her eyes opening. She sat up, pulling the earbuds out. Sandy blushed, and stepped back.
"Oh, Cori, I was just admiring your necklace. Did you get that at the port?" she asked, trying to mask her shameful arousal.
"Yeah, a crazy old woman gave it to me. Said it was for protection or something like that. Silly natives, huh?" Corinna said, swinging her legs off the bed. Sandy looked nervous, but chuckled and shrugged. "Aunt Sandy, the men in the port...they..." Sandy sat beside her, listening intently. "...they were really vulgar. They were touching my Mom and stuff, and I think they wanted to, you know, do the same thing to me."
Sandy gave her a sympathetic look. "Cori, your Mom is a little on the wild side; but you already know that. You are old enough to know how boys are. Out here, even moreso. Lets face it, we are some smokin' ladies out here, right?" she said, getting a smile from her niece. "Some of the tribes treat women barely better than livestock. If they touch you or leer, they aren't being mean or evil; its just their culture. If you aren't in any real danger, just ignore them." Corinna was visibly relieved.
Sandy leaned in close, a mischievious look on her face. Corinna looked to the door, caught in the spirit of secrecy. "Besides," Sandy said, "you might as well have some fun with them. What happens in the jungle, on the river, stays there." she said, mostly for herself. Corinna looked shocked at first, and then blushed.
Sandy stood up and smiled. "Have fun, Cori dear." she said, noting the shy teen's nervous smile and nod before she closed the door. Now to pop back in on her sister... |