I had never, ever ever done anything remotely like that. I kept shaking my head, but I was grinning ear to ear. My body felt sated and satisfied. When...G had asked if I wanted to go back to the Pussycat Theater, I thought about it. We had gone the night before and basically made out while he fondled me. I had felt safe and of course, turned on by the men looking at me. It had surprised me how well behaved they were. Not at all what I expected. Of course, since then I have learned there is. The pain is excruciating, and despite my attempt to remain still I fight to get away. Hold her! Another slap to my ass and strong hands press the middle of my back down, making my back arch. Tears stream down my cheeks as the first inch slides past my sphincter muscles. Inch by inch my ass is on fire and when I feel his balls slap at my pussy, I know he is fully impaled. With the entire length of a cock up my ass, I am shocked when the pain fades, and as he begins to move. In and out, and I. "Need someone to wash your back?" he leered as she stripped off her damp sweatshirt."Masher! Stay away from me. I'm a physical wreck and he wants to wash my back. A likely story." Jerry," Bev's voice came from the other room, dripping with false sincerity, "I need your help with the dinner." Nobody loves me. I'll see you later, Sara." And Jerry disappeared, followed by a happy shriek from Bev. When she was showered and dry, Sara walked out to where she had left her suitcase. Bev said, "It's in. Sea Sprite and Sea Imp tied up at the cruse dock at four thirty and at five thirty Sharon arrived in a taxi. She only had three suit cases. Rick met her on the dock and helped her carry her luggage to the First Mates quarters across from Jerry and Mary Ann's on the deck below the bridge. Rick had already moved his foot locker there. Dinner for both ships was served on the Sea sprite. Pat and Clancy had decided that there was no need to cook in both galleys. Dinner and breakfast would be served.