More came up onto him. My stomach hurt so badly by that point. He punched me right where it hurt and picked me up in his arms. I was afraid of what wa... about to happen to me. The one person I was supposed to be able to count on for protection grabbed both of my wrists and wrapped some rope around the headboard of my bed. They were tied together directly above my head.He spit on my face and punched me again. I blacked out after that. When I woke up, his hands were tangled in my hair. My asshole. There were two to a bedroom, each of us with single beds. I was a week away from turning nineteen. Saturday morning I was roused from out of my sleep by knocking at the door. My roommates were off somewhere and there stood two guys, about my age, looking for one of them. I was still in my sleep ware; an over sized tee shirt and worn out baggy shorts, of course no bra or panties. Not to brag - to much - but I was at a cute perky stage of life. My A cup breasts stood tall, and my seemingly always. Every year since my father died we have had this tradition to go out with this monster of a boat. This year the crew consisted of Aaron who was the only one that could operate the boat properly, my mother, my sister and mom's younger sister and my aunt Angelina and last but not least my self.Now being a recently turned eighteen year old I was at my sexual peak and a three week boat ride living with my family wasn't exactly a smooth journey. I usually masturbated at least three to four times a. I pick Kathryn up and she lines herself up and slides down my manhood, we are moaning as she becomes fully impaled. She holds on with her legs around my waist and arms around my neck, instead of carrying her to the shower I take her to our bed. She giggles saying, I thought you would like a shower. Chuckling I say, Well have a shower after we work up a really good sweat. Kathryn giggles, Promise. We kiss passionately as we situate ourselves on the bed. Our bodies seem to find the rhythm on.