DISCLAIMER: this story is a work of fiction and does not in anyway reflect the actions or thoughts of Jessica Alba. It is written for the enjoyment of those who read erotic material and I do not make any money from writing it.

Big thanks to Inyotef for helping to write and develop this story. I hope you'll enjoy...

-

"Damn, that's one hell of a boat!" you exclaim as the "Daystar" comes into view.

"You bet it is!" your friend Jason replies grinning as he walks past you, "told you this would be awesome."

You're about to start a diving-trip on one of the most luxurious yachts in the world. You're Christian "Chris" Fraser, 27-year-old medicine-student from Germany. After graduation you decided to travel around the world for a while before you actually started your job, starting in Egypt, then Thailand now Australia and later Brazil and California.

In Thailand you did your diving certificate, caught the bug and spent your three-month-stay there travelling from one dive-site to the next. When you met Jason it soon became pretty obvious that the two of you shared interests. He is an ex-US-Navy-diver who, just like you, can't stop anymore. Since you met in Phuket the two of you have been inseparable, spending your time diving, drinking and hooking up with chicks.

Two weeks ago the two of you flew to Cairns in Australia and started checking out the different Great-Barrier-Reef-trip-organizations, spit-balling back and forth on which one you should choose. Then, one evening, a drunken Russian guy in the Casino bet you two tickets for a week-long dive trip along the Reef till Airlie Beach that you wouldn't be able to score with the hot bartender that sent him packing all evening. Not one to miss such an opportunity you turned on your charm and went home with a sexy blonde in your arm and the tickets in your pocket.

So there you were: in the marina of Cairns, looking on the luxury vessel you'd spend your next seven days on. You checked the internet-site and found out that the tickets are worth ten thousand dollars each. That guy surely drank too much. You thought about selling them, but after all the two of you are just too curious. The homepage said that they would take a maximum of six passengers, so the trip was going to be pretty quiet. There would be single cabins with huge space compared to the boats you did your trips on so far. There would be a Jacuzzi on board, a few jet skis and a free bar. All this made your imagination run wild and you tried to calm yourself, thinking there would be no way the real thing could live up to your fantasies.

Yet here you are: standing in front of the magnificent ship. Your fantasies definitely could NOT compare with the real thing! A sixty-eight feet long shiny, pearly white beauty, which looked like the photoshopped catalogue-version of a yacht.

Finally you regain your composure and catch up to your friend when you see a man in his late fifties emerge and walk towards you with a wide grin on his face.

"She's gorgeous, right?" he says, offering both of you his hand, which you shake, both unable to tear your eyes away from her.

"I am Johnny Martins, but everyone calls me "Ahab", and I will be your captain. You are Mr. Fraser and Mr. Curtis I assume? We spoke over the phone? Now that the two of you are here there is only one passenger left. Come on board! Oh and remember: No shoes on board!"

"Thank you, Ahab!" you mutter and while you walk past him you get the opportunity to get a closer look at the man. He is bare-footed, wearing worn out blue jeans shorts and a short-sleeved white shirt. The top three buttons are undone and grant you a look at the rim of a tattoo, a turtle in Maori-style. His skin is tanned, age and the sea air made it almost leathery and his shoulder-long hair is white, but there is something in his eyes, a sparkle, that makes him look energetic and almost juvenile. You immediately like him.

When you take your first stop onto the vessel you freeze again and Jason bumps into you. Before he can protest his look falls over your shoulder and he sees what startled you and he tenses as well. On the deck, with her back to you is a girl. Blonde, pale, petite, little over five feet tall and in a skimpy azure bikini that leaves two thirds of her ass-cheeks uncovered makes her a sight to behold. She turns towards you and reveals an angelic face with blue eyes and a dazzling smile and a cute set of small, perky breasts, covered by the layer of azure fabric.

You turn your head in Jason's direction, your eyes never leaving the girl, open your mouth to...

"...Dibbs!" you hear Jason say, a moment before you can exclaim it.

"Damned!" you groan.

You were too slow! With a smile you listen as Jason introduces himself and absently you hear how the blonde tells you that her name is Katja Rantala from Finland and starts babbling about how excited she is about this trip while you look towards the door towards the salon, which opens to another stunning woman who steps onto the deck. She seems to be Afro-American, has a curvy, very womanly body, covered only by tight hot pants and a red top, and long, straight dark hair. She seems to be around forty years old, but her body could make a twenty-five-year-old jealous. Right now her pretty features are contorted by unnerved anger and seconds later you know why that is so: a small Asian man follows her, talking without pause, bragging about some tech-firm he's involved in and completely unaware how he gets on her nerves. Asian-guy wears a suit that looks expensive but isn't able to hide his feeble build. His face is almost covered by some geeky glasses.

Amused you watch how the woman storms into the bathroom and locks the door to hide from the little guy, who, undeterred, continues talking through the door. You grin as you can hear her groan through the door.

"And that are Miss Jade Smith and Mr. Tom Takashi!" you hear behind you.

You turn around and see Ahab grinning just as wide as you do.

"Sometimes being a beautiful woman seems to be a very unbeautiful fate, huh?" you smile, "Who's the last passenger?"

Ahab chuckles at your comment. "Our last guest is an American woman by the name of Susan Richards... She'll be here any second..."

As if that was a cue you see a woman stand on the marina, right in front of the yacht. You've been confronted with three stunning beauties over the last three minutes: The "Daystar", little blonde Katja and Jade, but the woman who just walks up the gangway tops them all. She is walking bare footed and you follow her long, caramel-coloured legs up to the hem of the thin white summer dress that starts around mid-thigh, flowing freely around her tight, curvy body, shoving a nice amount of cleavage. Her curly hair, brunette with some blonde streaks, is cascading over her shoulders. Her lips are full and curved into a warm, amused smile that shows sparkling white teeth. Her eyes are covered by a pair of huge sunglasses, but in comparison to Mr. Takeshi's they seem to be fitting just right. She has a huge bag flung over her shoulder and it's obvious that she's struggling with the weight. Quick-thinking you dash forward. "Excuse me. Can I help you with your bag?"

"Uh, what a gentleman! Thank you" she smiles at you and hands you her bag before turning towards Ahab who greets her with a chivalrous bow.

"Miss Richards, I assume? Welcome on board of the "Daystar". I am Captain Ahab, at your service!"

The woman laughs. "Thank you captain Ahab. But actually my name is not Susan Richards..." she says and takes off her shades. You nearly drop the bag in surprise and you can see that Ahab is equally dumbfounded.

"My name is Jessica Alba. I hope it's not a problem that I registered with a false name. It's just that this is my first holidays in years that I'm all alone, so I didn't want any paparazzi following me around. That's why I chose the name of my "Fantastic Four"-Character... You look like comic characters with your jaws at waist level and your eyes as big as saucers, by the way!"

The two of you quickly compose and you can hear yourself mutter: "S...sorry, Miss Alba."

Smiling, she extends her arm and offers her hand: "Please, call me Jess!"

You take it, gratuitous that it isn't shaking: "Pleasure! I'm Chris!" You turn towards Ahab: "To which cabin can I take our luggage?"

The old man seems to need a second to understand your question: "Oh...uhmm... Jessica is cabin 4, you are number 6..."

Nodding you take off, Jessica at your side, starting to babble in delight about how excited she is about this trip and about having a break of the constant stalking of paparazzi.

You smile and nod, still incredulous that you are about to spend an entire week with a bikini-clad Hollywood star. She seems to be really down to earth and from what you can tell she is just as excited about diving as you are, when she again catches you of guard just as you turn to leave her on her own in her cabin.

"Since I'm on my own here, would you be my diving buddy?" She tilts her head and gives you that dazzling smile of hers and you just blurt out, "Of course I will."

Her smile turns into a grin and you close the door, not believing your luck.

***

You step out of the little shower in your cabin and use the complementary towel to dry yourself then wrap it around your waist as you head to your suitcase and open it up. You lay out a pair of black shorts and a striped shirt before taking some Hugo Boss cologne and squirting it on. Ahab had said that there would be a little video presentation about the ship and all its facilities as well as a mandatory safety section on the dangers of diving; all while you took the thirty minute sail out to where you'd be going under the sea.

-

Fifteen minutes later you were all seated in a theatre room and the presentation started- It showed all the different sections of the ship, including an onboard spa, Jacuzzi, dining hall, swimming pool, and open bar. Then you had to sit through the boring safety video, yawning as you knew all this stuff backwards.

Alba, who sat next to you, saw the disinterested look on your face, and leaned in to whisper in your ear, "My mom taught me to dive when I was really young, so I know how you feel having to watch this.

"Yeah," you sigh, "but rules are-"

"Meant to be broken," she finished, grinning at you.

"Okay, everyone," Ahab says coming up to the front holding a clipboard after the video is done, "We're about just where we need to be over the reef to have ourselves a beautiful first dive. You guys are really lucky to be here at this time of year because stinger-season is over and it is warm enough to leave those wetsuits on the boat! So you can dive in your swimsuits! Now all we gotta settle is dive partners. For those of you who don t know; diving buddies are sets that will dive together for a measure of safety!"

"...Eh yes Ms. Alba," Ahab says seeing that Jessica has raised her hand.

"I asked Chris to be my buddy," she says to the disappointed groans of the other male passengers and you grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Well okay then, let's see about the rest of you!"

-

Still fifteen minutes later you are outside checking your equipment on deck when you hear Jason cough erratically, looking up your heart jumps into your throat as Jessica Alba walks on deck in a skimpy little purple bikini top and mustard-yellow bottom with brass rings at the sides. Her body is simply exquisite; toned to a fault and damn sexy. Her full breasts are barely contained in the little bra, and her nipples are poking through the sheer fabric. You cough as well to cover a groan as your eyes rove over her curvaceous female form.

She kneels down beside you and sets to work on checking her equipment as well and you find yourself looking down her cleavage and watching her supple tits wobble; your erection quickly swelling in your swimming trunks. Snapping out of it you look down at her feet instead, to find her toenails neatly pedicured and polished silver (same as her fingernails). You don t have any kind of fetish but you know you'd suck on her toes if she'd let you.

"I'm set," Jessica says, catching you off guard, "How "bout you?"

"Eh-hum," you cough awkwardly, with a little discomfort in your trunks, "Y-yeah, good to go."

You help Jessica get her tank strapped on and the discomfort gets stronger as you watch her closing her small dive-jacket which pushes her breasts up and almost makes them pop out of her top. You shake your head to get clear and then lift on your own gear. She slips on her flippers and puts on her goggles then jumps into the crystal clear blue ocean water. You are right behind her and jump in as well to find the water is fantastic, and warm. You watch as Alba wastes no time in getting her breathing apparatus on and diving down to the ocean depths.

The alien world below is always a wonder to behold and as you dive further down you see the life teeming in the vastness of the watery blue. Dozens of fish dart to and fro, startled by the intrusion into their world, while on the reef you see the myriads of plant and coral life reacting to the change in current and water pressure.

Jessica is moving along the reef in wide eyed wonder as she pauses to investigate a starfish, then stares in amazement as an octopus glides over the reef. As she moves you find yourself once again distracted as your eyes falls on her beautiful round butt. It seems her swimsuit has run into the crack of her ass and her entire left cheek is uncovered and there for you to admire. You move down swimming just above her looking at the soft buoyancy of her firm buttock as she kicks her lean legs, hypnotized by its rippling jiggle; if it weren't for the water your erection would have been raging.

To your utmost glee, you realize Jessica must have felt the material in her crack, and when she pulls it out you choke on the artificial air as you are given a quick flash of her vagina. It was too fast to take in the details but you did see that her pussy-lips were a dirty-brown and that she was clean-shaven!

Her body is hypnotic as it cuts through the water, and you just can't take in the beauty of the barrier reef with her so scantily clad; so you start making your way back up to the surface after about ten minutes. Alba resurfaces just after you giving you a befuddled look.

"You done already?" she asks.

"E-hum, I got a cramp in my leg," you lie, unable to think up a better reason.

"Oh," she says a bit disappointed, and you think you better say something-

"Maybe we should go get some drinks," she suggests before you get a chance to speak.

"Yeah," you answer, astonished," Yeah, that'd be great."

Once again to your unbridled satisfaction, as Alba climbs the ladder back onto the ship you are given a glimpse of her camel-toe as her drenched swimsuit clings to her crotch. You look up to the clear heavens and just thank whatever deity is up there for blessing you so undeservedly.

You and Jessica are now sitting at the open bar; she had ordered a cocktail and you ordered a Windhoek draught off the keg. As you nurse your beer you notice Alba has gone quiet and hope you didn't botch things up by faking a muscle cramp.

"So, you said you were on holiday alone?" you ask her, making conversation.

She looks up at you and smiles, "yeah, my husband and kids are back in LA. I just needed to get away from the whole wife and mother deal, ya know."

She looks at the questioning look on your face, "Don't get me wrong," she continues quickly (and you guess it's out of guilt), "I love my family, but being in the spotlight and being a capable wife and mommy is a bitch. Cash knows I love diving so he sent me here by myself."

"Well, you should enjoy it, Jess," you say, a bit disappointed hearing her speak of her family.

But you didn't really think you'd have a shot at her. You were quite charming in your own opinion, but this was Jessica Alba after all!

"That," Alba said, sipping her cocktail, "is exactly what I'm here for."

"Good," you say returning her fabulous smile and clinking glasses with her.

-

It was around ten at night and you were still hanging with Alba; though now you were both at the welcoming banquet, and you were both a bit tipsy after spending most of the afternoon at the bar. You were currently looking across the table at Jason who had managed to use some game to chat up Jade Smith, the stunning African-American woman. He was looking deep into her eyes and running his fingers thru her hair as he whispered sweet-nothings in her ear. Knowing Jason, he was going for gold and in the lead; meaning he'd be escorting the black-beauty to his room any minute now- At least having her as a diving buddy worked in his favour, and it helped that she was a beginner because he used that to have his hands over her all afternoon.

You sighed to yourself, if only you could have been that lucky. To your surprise Jade got up and walked off by herself, and that was when Jason came and sat by you, putting his arm around your neck and taking a swig from his beer.

"Two hundred bucks," he says with a burp.

You turn your head to look at him, "Huh, what?!"

"Two hundred bucks," he repeated.

"What for?" you ask him, confused.

"I bet two hundred bucks you can't get in Jessica Alba's pants," Jason grins.

"You are wasted, dude," you say to him, chuckling, "I don't make moves on married women, you know that."

"Normal women," Jason says bonking you playfully on the head, "This is one of the planets hottest celebrities. To pass up even a smidgen of a chance with her would be insane; same rules don't apply."

You raise an eyebrow looking at him, about to respond but he continues-

"Sides these Hollywood types sleep around all the time, law of Tinsel Town."

"Law of Tinsel Town?" you smirk.

"Kim Kardashian, Pam Anderson, Caprice; they all got sex tapes, brother. I'm telling you these rich celeb bimbos get bored or whatever and look for a quick fuck on the side."

"So I'm betting you two hundred bucks you cannot get in there," Jason repeats.

You look over at Alba who is talking to Ahab at the bar, dressed in a tight fitting denim mini skirt and red, sleeveless top showing off her toned stomach, along with a pair of slip-on sandals; the wheels in your head turning, "What's the stakes?" you ask.

"I just said, two-"

"She's a big prize, and if I play my cards wrong it could go down really bad, two hundred won't cover my bail."

"...What do you suggest?" Jason ventured.

"Your Harley to my Jaguar," you grin.

"Whoa buddy, those are some big stakes there," Jason says sitting up and looking at you seriously.

"You started this. She's just like any other woman. I got the blonde that got us on this vacation and I can get Alba...!"

"I'm raising the stakes coz her being married makes things tricky, question is: are you in?" you finish, stating him down.

Jason thinks it over for a while, "She ain't just another woman, dude. She's Jessica Alba!"

"The Harley and the Jag's on the table, winner takes pink slips," Jason says, shaking your hand to seal the bet, "you got till the end of the week to have sex with her!"

"Now if you would excuse me," he says getting up as Jade comes back into the room, "I don't know about you, but I'm getting laid tonight, buddy." He grins widely then gets up and leaves your table.

You stare after Jason for a moment, who puts his arm around Jade's shoulders and whispers something into her ear that makes her laugh loud. Then you turn your head and let your eyes linger over the little bay into which Ahab had maneuvered the boat for the night. The sky is clear tonight and the moon shines bright. Tiny baby waves rock against the little beach, about a hundred meters away from you. Ahab said it's absolutely safe to go swimming, there would be no dangerous sharks and whoever feels hot tonight should just jump into the ocean for a couple of minutes (but always take someone with him for safety reasons). Your mind wanders off and you think about how to win this bet. After all the stakes are too high to lose!
"Beautiful, don t you think...?"

You jump at the voice and turn around. Jessica has sat down at your table and looks into the picturesque bay.

"Hell yeah," you say, not sure if you re meaning the beach or the woman in front of you...

"I saw that you finished your beer so I brought you a new drink!" she says and slides a glass with a milky liquid in it over to you.

"Well... thanks. What is it?" you ask, lifting your glass and Jessica giggles at the skeptical look you give it.

"Ahab calls it "The Great White". It's his own recipe. I thought we should try it... cheers," she says, lifting her glass and clinks it against yours.

You both take a sip before putting the glass down and grimacing.

"Damn! Is that equal parts white rum and meths?" you cough.

"Uuh... can't the little girl stand a drink for grown-ups!" Jess scoffs but you see that she tears up a little bit and she pulls a face that shows unmistakably that she thinks the same.

"Sooo... You're trying to get me drunk? What do you hope to get from that?" you ask her and she giggles.

You begin a conversation and you tell her stories of your stay in Thailand while she listens and laughs and the two of you drink more and more.

After a while Jade and Jason leave; on his way out Jason winks at you and you can't help but grin and shake your head. Ahab, who stands behind the bar and cleans the dishes from dinner laughs when he sees you and shouts, loud enough for the leaving couple to hear: "Don't worry, Chris! The cabins are soundproof!" Jessica giggles at the comment and you can't help but chuckle, too, while you see Jason giving the three of you a thumbs-up from his cabin door before following Jade inside.

You turn back to Jessica, seeing her just finishing of her "Great White". She's not drunk yet, but she's quite tipsy. She touched your arm several times and her hand roamed over your shoulder too as she laughed at a funny detail of one of your stories. You know she has had enough, otherwise she won't be able to dive tomorrow and you wouldn't want her to be totally wasted. After all: then there was no challenge, and fucking a passed out chick is way beyond your moral ambiguity.

"Anything else I can do for you, guys? Otherwise I'll go to bed!" Ahab asks, already turning to the door.

"No, thanks, I'm good. Have a good night!" Jessica answers, smiling at the old captain.

You jump up and go after the old man who turns around towards you. When you stand close enough in front of him to be out of Jessica's earshot you ask, "Hey, dude. Just to be sure, I wanted to ask a guy Who's sober: She's not too drunk to swim, is she?"

Ahab grins and looks behind you, "Son, I've seen plenty of women in my life who weren't capable of what they were doing because of too much alcohol. But in my expert opinion our little Hollywood star can stand a lot of liquor and is fit enough to go swimming, diving or, if she needs to; walk a tightrope..."

"Okay, I get it," you say with a chuckle, "Now get to bed, old man!"

"And you kids have fun... Oh, it appears that while I was talking, Jessica got bored..." you twirl around and see the table where you sat is deserted. After a moment of shock you notice that the door to the back deck is swinging. You sigh, relieved. For a moment you really thought that Jess might have gone to bed. Chuckling Ahab slaps you on the shoulder: "Go get her, tiger! And good night!"

Grumbling about the "old bastard" you leave the salon and step into the cool night air. Stars are twinkling in masses, not disturbed by any artificial lights around, and the moon hangs like a big yellow ball over the palms on the little islands beach, bathing everything in a mystical light.

You see Jessica standing on the back platform of the boat, where you jump into the water when you go diving. She stands with her back towards you and looks out at the beach. Her sandals are lined up behind her and she carefully dips a toe into the water. You walk up to her, your eyes glued onto her miniskirt-encased, bubble butt. Just above the seam of the denim you can see a tattoo: a cute, little bow. Despite the placement it looks nothing like a trampstamp and you feel your cock stir as you think about how it makes her butt look like a gift.

"The water is phenomenal!" she says, still with her back to you, "And don t think for a second I wouldn't notice that stare!"

You look up. "Sorry," you mutter with a guilty expression.

Jessica glances at you with a wide naughty grin on her face. "Don't be!"

You stand next to her for a while, the two of you just sunken into the magical sight of the little, tropical Island in the moonlight. Suddenly Jessica exclaims, "I wanna go swimming!"

Surprised you look at her and your eyes widen even further as she reaches to the hem of her shirt, pulls it over her head and throws it behind her. Your breath stops as she reveals that she wasn't wearing a bra and her full breasts bounce free. In the moonlight you can make out the teardrop shaped c-cups, topped off with little brown nipples that stand proudly in the cool night air.

Her tits jiggle enticingly as she hooks her thumbs in the sides of her skirt and pulls it swiftly down her legs, pushing her divine butt out in the process, and reveals a pair of tiny black thong panties that disappear in the cleft of her ass. With a flick of her leg she kicks her skirt back over the deck, then Jessica dives headfirst with swanlike elegance into the sea. The water merely splashes as she breaks the surface.

Dumbfounded you follow her with your eyes as she comes up. Of course you planned to get her into the water, but her initiative surprised you. The under-surface-lights of the boat reveal the erotic jiggle of her naked boobs under water as she swims on the spot and shouts up to you, "Come in! The water is wonderful!"

Waking up from your stupor you hastily rip of your shirt and shorts and leap into the water. You can hear Jessica gasp as she the huge bulge in the front of your boxers.

The cold comes at a shock, but after the first moment you start to enjoy the refreshing sensation, feeling how it clears your mind a little. With strong strokes you dive behind Alba, without goggles you aren't able to make anything out, but you can see the outlines and you know she is unaware of your position.

Two strong kicks bring you to the surface and before Jessica can react you grab her in a bear-hug and shout, "BOO!"

Jess gives an alarmed shriek and flounces, but after the first shock she laughs and struggles playfully. You are hyperaware of how her backside presses against you and especially how her naked ass-cheeks grinds against your now fully erected dick. You enjoy the little fight and take the opportunity to get a few handfuls of her naked tits, while you notice how she rubs her butt more and more intensely into your groin.

Finally your little brawl stops and the two of you poise, your body pressed against hers, your hard dick nudged between her buttocks, your hands gripping her wrists, both your legs kicking lazily to stay above the surface, slowly turning around to face each other. She turns her head towards you and looks you in the eyes and the smile on your faces slowly fades. Then you lean in and your lips meet hers in a long kiss, slowly parting them and your tongue pushes into her mouth, chasing hers around. Your hands let her go and she turns towards you, caresses your neck and pushes your mouth deeper to hers and her breasts press into your chest, the rock-hard nipples poking you while your hands travel down and grab her butt as you dry-hump her through her thong.

Then suddenly she pulls away and swims backwards, laughing. "I bet I can get to the beach faster than you!" she exclaims.

You grin. You've seen her, she's a great swimmer, maybe as fast as you are, but you can't help but tease her a little.

"Sorry! I don t fight girls. Wouldn't be fair!"

"Oh, too bad, because if you'd have won, you'd win a great prize!" she says, teasing back. You look in each other's eyes for a moment before you both swim as fast as you can, both laughing although you are determined to win.

Jessica had about two meters advantage, but she had to turn around, so you managed to catch up, but now you were both swimming head to head, unable to swim past her.

About twenty meters before the surf starts Jessica jumps and runs through the waist-deep water, ass and tits jiggling, getting a slight advance while you chase behind her.

It's just a few meters left, the water is only knee-high now, and you know you won't catch up to her, the water stops you from exploiting your longer legs. Desperate, you reach forward, grab Alba by the waist and lift her high in the air. She squeals in child-like pleasure as you twirl her around and put her down behind you. Now you're easily able to win the race and you jog relaxed on the beach.

There you turn around grinning and are surprised to see Jess right behind you. "You asshole!" she shouts, but can't stop laughing as she pushes you in the chest. Distracted by her bouncing boobs you stagger and fall backwards, landing in the warm sand, while Jessica, carried by the force of her own shove, lands on top of you. You grin as once again her breasts press against you as she giggles. Finally she stops and the two of you look in each other's eyes for a moment before you kiss again. Your hands move on their own and start to knead Jessica s round butt, eliciting a deep moan from her.

After a minute Jessica breaks the kiss and whispers huskily, "I guess I promised a reward for the winner..." With that she moves down and starts kissing your chest, her dangling breasts tickle your loins excitingly. Your breath goes shallow in excitement as you feel Jess leaving a trail of little kisses along your chest and toned stomach, slowly working her way towards her goal before she lifts her head looking at you with her soaked strands of hair hanging loosely over her face-

"Don't get ideas though, we're not having sex," she stipulates.

She then goes for her prize with a sassy smile. With her right hand she tugs down your waistband and grasps you around the base and smiles again, "That is a nice cock!" Accentuating her compliment with a big kiss on your crown she makes you inhale sharply. Smiling devilishly she flicks her tongue over your tip. "Do you want me to suck it?"

"Yes, oh god, please..." you groan, not able to stand the sensation anymore.

After a little giggle she opens her mouth wide and swallows the first three inches of your dick, sucking so hard her cheeks fall in. You moan as you feel her skilled tongue swirl around the sensitive rim of your head, masturbating the rest of your dick with her right hand while she reaches up with her left and starts to softly massage your balls.

"Fffuuck..." you mutter as she starts bobbing her head up and down, slowly taking a little more of your cock in. You lift your head slightly to watch the moonlit spectacle of the starlet working between your legs, her ass thrust up high in the air. You lift your shaking hands and move a few strands of hair back behind her ears before resting them on the back of her head, following her movements, not pressuring her.

Grinning widely she stops after a while and looks into your eyes. "You like that?" she asks.

"Hell, yeah!" you groan and she giggles again. Maintaining eye contact she moves her head down a little and takes one of your balls in her mouth. Your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets as Jessica Alba, moaning like a bitch in heat, suckles on your balls one after the other, all the while wanking your rock hard dick, her soft moans reverberating thru you. After a while she varies sucking them with giving them long, open mouthed lashes with the soothing flat of her tongue before licking up and down the whole length of your cock again.

By now both of you are sweating and out of breath, and when look up you can see her perfect breasts glisten in the moonlight. Again she lifts her head to look at you and while she lazily strokes your cock she states, "And now: the highlight!"

With that she dives down onto your dick again, takes the head into her mouth and stays like that for several seconds, breathing deeply. Then, with a sudden effort, she relaxes her throat and pushes down. You can feel the tip of your dick pressing against the back of her mouth for a second, before it finds a tiny opening and slides into Jessica s throat.

You rear up, not able to believe what just happened. "Holy Motherf..." you grunt as you feel the muscles of Jessica Alba's throat contract around your cock. Her nose is pressed against your pubic bone. She meanwhile fights her gag reflex and erotically pulls back up- globs of saliva clinging from her mouth to your cock in slick strings. She flicks her tongue over your knob taking a sharp breath then goes down again- deep throating you magnificently!

You just can't anymore and lose control. With a roar you can feel your dick explode, shooting multiple ropes of cum into Jessica's throat, filling it with your jizz. After twenty seconds you feel your orgasm subside only just realizing that Jessica kept your dick lodged in there the whole time and- to your shame- that you forgot to warn her, now staring at her with your eyes half-lidded, as she looks at you with her mouth sealed and a dollop of your sticky white trickling over the beauty spot on her lower left chin.

But Jessica doesn't seem to mind at all though, as she lets your cock slide back into the cavity of her mouth and gently sucks the last few drops out of your spent dick before letting it plop against your stomach. She then tilts her head up and opens her mouth to show you the creamy sperm in it, then swallows it with a gulp before opening again as proof that she had taken it all in.

Smiling widely she kneels on her heels, proudly watching you recover...

After a while you caught your breath. Slowly you sit up and kiss her.

"Now let me return the favor!" you whisper and reach for her panties. Suddenly her hand stops you. Startled you look at her.

"Please... I can't... Cash... I..." she stutters, looking pleadingly at you, and before you can say anything she turns around, runs into the surf and swims back to the ship.

Once again dumbfounded you sit in the sand, trying to understand this woman, but it is kinda hard for you to be disappointed since you can still feel her lips on your cock.

After a while you get up and return to the boat. Jessica is already in her cabin and you go to yours. Lying down after toweling off, you quickly fall asleep. You know you'll have sweet dreams as your last thoughts are about Jessica s heavenly breasts...

-

The next day things are really awkward as you see Alba in the dining room where you all are collecting breakfast from a buffet table. She has noticed you enter, but you know that she is avoiding eye contact.

"So..." you turn to see Jason behind you grinning widely, "A little birdie told me you and a certain Hollywood star took a skinny dip last night."

You make out the worried look on his face despite the effort he puts forth in making light of the situation; and you know he feels he's lost his Harley. Under any other circumstances you'd take a stab at playing him, but right now you are concerned by Jessica's erratic behavior...

You two seemed to really hit it off; at least that's what you thought...

"Be cool, man," you say to Jason, "She, I mean, we didn't go all the way."

"No!?" Jason asks shocked, and he doesn't attempt to hide his relief (he really loves his motorcycle), "Wha-"

"We were on the beach, and she went down on me an-"

"Whoa? She sucked your cock...? Dude, you lucky son uffa bitch!" Jason relishes at your score, "Damn at this rate you'll have sealed the deal by the end of the day."

"Yeah, I thought so," you sigh, "Until she just up and bolted..."

"Listen, I'll catch up with you later, I gotta do damage control," you say.

"Hey, listen up, if you wanna come look later, Ahab's got a video of Jess showing her boobies last night."

You suddenly grin widely, "Dude, I could kiss you," you say darting out the dining room.

Jason frowns, "The guy saw the boobies for real, why the hell is he so giddy about seeing them on TV?"

-

Ten minutes later you take a seat next to Alba without invitation and shove a parcel across to her...

She looks up at you puzzled, then despite how uncomfortable she feels she speaks-

"What's this?" she asks.

"Call it a peace offering, something you may want in your possession and not out in the open," you smile.

Her expression turned from puzzled to almost quizzical, "What are you playing at, Chris?"

"Our little swim last night wasn't very private, and someone had a tape of you topless, and that is it, courtesy of my buddy Jason," you explained.

Alba's eyes shot open in shock and she grabbed the package and put it in her handbag, "Oh my God! Are you serious? If my husband saw that..."

"This is why I took off last night. I'm married and it... what happened was a mistake. We got way too drunk and one thing lead to another..."

You put your hand on her shoulder to calm her down, "Relax Jess. I'm not some jackass ok..."

"No," she smiles, "No, You're not. You could have released this tape on the net and made some serious cash. Some paparazzi guys would pay thousands to get footage of me topless."

You smile back at her; it was perfect, this was just the reaction you were planning on. You now looked like a hero and were well on the road to winning the bet again.

-

Unfortunately the winds and weather warnings made it too dangerous for diving that day as they changed up the currents and everyone had to stay on deck. Captain Ahab was grumpy and only you knew that it was because you had got into his room and stole the footage he had of Jessica. At present both you and Alba were in the spa enjoying the relaxation of the soothing treatment.

After the session Jessica wrapped the towel around her bikini-clad body and walked into the women's change room to have a shower. Your mind was still reeling with what had happened the night before so you got up as well slipped into the change room after Jessica.

Alba was standing under the hot shower water leaning in a sensual posture against the tile wall, the whole room filled with steam. You could see the round curve of her pert breast and the fullness of her round, naked ass. Her buttocks were so firm and tight that it made you stifle a groan.

"You are absolutely stunning, you know that?" you say out loud.

"You, shouldn't be in here," Alba says, not even slightly fazed by your presence.

As she turns to you her tits jiggle enticingly and you wonder how on earth a woman could be this goddamn gorgeous. Her drenched body shines as some of the body oil was still on her. And again you admire her perfect breasts, then your eyes rove over her flat stomach down to her little pussy. As your flash in the sea yesterday had confirmed she is utterly clean shaven, and her slit is a thin mound with an even thinner clit, her delicate lips are barely there, and you can just make out that they are a slightly darker brown than her skin- it is such a cute little pussy!

You drop your towel to show off your erection and Alba looks down at it with a smirk on her face before she turns away from you, "I'm married Chris, we can't do this..."

You ignore the half-hearted explanation and walk behind her and put your hands around her stomach, "You know, you gave me a fucking awesome blowjob and I didn't thank you."

"Stop," Jessica pleads softly, feeling you rub her belly before letting your hand slide down over her pelvis.

Your cock pushes up against her ass and you grind it into her so that she can feel how hard she makes you; then you use your one hand to cup her tit, feeling the weight of it before squeezing and kneading it. Your other hand moved further down until you felt the warmness of her sex, finding her wet and wanton.
Jessica was breathing harshly, her mouth open, her body filling with lust. You felt it and it urged you on: You spun her around and pushed her against the tiles and pressed your lips to hers hard, pushing your tongue into her mouth. She moaned into your mouth as your tongues dueled for control, sharing a passionate kiss.

Breaking off you went down and latched onto her nipple, suckling on the erect nub and biting it lightly with your teeth then tugged and chewed on it. Jessica's head lolled under the hot stream of water caught in the rapturous experience. You continued down further, dipping between her legs, then took her right leg and threw it over your shoulder. There you inspected her pretty pussy taking the scent of her. You went in and gave her entire sex a wet lick. Jessica twitched when you made contact and you looked up at her grinning. You turned your attention back to her cunt and used your middle finger, pushing it into her hole, watching as she bucked her hips on penetration. You slowly glided your finger in, then pulled it out and sucked it- tasting her excretions- before pushing it in her again, but this time gliding it in and out, loosening her tight pussy. Working your finger in her sopping snatch you used your lips to latch onto her clitoris and sucked on it hard giving it most of the attention.

"Hnnnfff.. Hahh, oh god ooh," Alba squirmed, moving her waist this way and that, the pleasure quickly increasing for her.

Feeling her vagina swell you slip in a second finger, pushing it knuckle deep inside her. She nearly loses her footing and grips your head, gritting her teeth, her toes curling. You pull your fingers out and push your tongue inside her quim, tasting her full on, and you try to lick the stiff contours of her wet inner-pink walls. Alba shrills as a spasm shoots through her body then grunts as her tummy knots up. You reach behind her and squeeze the flesh of her scrumptious ass, pulling her toward you so that you can burry your tongue in her cunt.

She grips your head tighter and you can only imagine the sensations shooting thru her body. She is wet, she is hot, she is un-fucking-believable!

"Hahh, Hahh... HAAAAH!" Jessica shrieks, and you are delighted to find out she is a screamer as she comes.

You lick her pussy a few times watching as her body stops shaking and she looks down at you with those soft bedroom eyes...

You stand up and give her a long sensual kiss, then whisper in her ear...

"You're welcome."

You then leave the shower, allowing her to recover from her sexual daze...

-

After you put on some fresh, dry shorts you take your towel and iPod and step up onto the deck. The weather has calmed down and there is not a single cloud on the sky, so it's great conditions to work on your tan a little. After all, next to Jason you look as pale as a vampire and you can use every single ray of sun. Though the wind stopped the seafloor is awhirl, so the visibility is less than five meters and there is no sense in going on a dive now. You'll just have to wait a while until you can get back in.

You've seen Ahab at the steering wheel, his mood lightened a little after the loss of his tape and he made some lame jokes again. Takashi, the Japanese guy, has spent almost the entire trip in his cabin, claiming he's sea-sick and wanting to be left alone. No one bothered to tell him that it's better to stay on deck if you're nauseous; apparently everyone is equally annoyed at him and glad to be rid of him. You've seen Jason disappear towards the Jacuzzi, together with Jade and Katja. You're pretty sure that they'll make him forget about the bet and you scoring with Jessica in no time. They'll spend probably another hour in the tub before they'll all be finished.

Grinning at the thought you spread out your towel on one of the deckchairs on the upper back deck, plug your earphones in, lay down and relax to the sounds of Jack Johnson.

After a while you suddenly feel something nudge against your leg. You open your eyes, already a little dozy and see Jessica towering over you. The sight brings you back more effective than a bucket of ice-cold water! She has pulled her hair back in a loose pony-tail and even through her shades you can see that she's a little uneasy. Instead of yesterday's purple-mustard-colored bikini she's wearing a bright yellow one today, this one accentuating her breasts even more. Out of her nervousness you conclude that she's still fighting her moral doubts about fooling around with you, but the fact that she now came to you makes you believe that somehow she wants more. She's tasted blood and now she's on the hook-

"STRIKE!" You think, knowing that your appearance in the showers and her cumming all over your face changed the whole dynamic of your relationship to your advantage!

Smiling widely, you take the ear-buds out and prop yourself up on your upper arms. "What's up?" you ask.

"I need... I mean... Could you... my back..." she stutters nervously, showing you a little bottle of sun lotion.

You quickly sit up fully and take the bottle out of her slightly shaky hands. Damn, this woman is really torn! You almost feel like backing off... Almost!

Standing up you give her a calming smile, after all you want her to overcome her doubts.

"You want me to give you a hand with the lotion? Sure, lay down!" you say, motioning over to the chair next to you.

Smiling thankfully she spreads her white beach towel out on it and lays face down. Once again You're confronted with a first-class view of Jessica's bikini-clad bubble butt. You wish she'd be slutty enough to wear a thong, but even with the decent panties that cover half her cheeks, the look is (even though you saw her naked ass just an hour ago) stunning enough to get you rock hard in seconds. You stifle a groan and focus your attention on screwing off the bottle cap and squirting a generous amount of lotion into the palm of your hand. Putting the bottle down you say in a calm, soothing voice, "You wanna undo the strings on your back? You surely don't want any tan lines, do you?"

Jessica mumbles as "Yes" and reaches behind her back to loosen the knots of her bikini top.

Your heart beats faster as she is now again nearly nude in front of you. After taking a moment to admire her beauty you get to work and softly rub the lotion into Alba's caramel skin. You begin at her shoulders and feel Jessica taking a sharp breath as her skin comes into contact with the cool cream, but soon she relaxes and you proceed thoroughly massaging from her shoulders down over her back to the waistband of her bikini-bottoms, enjoying the softness of her body under your hands. After a while you can hear Jess moaning softly at your expert treatment. You'd be able to take a lot more pleasure out of this if it wasn't for the raging hard on you are spotting. You didn't get "to the end" in the shower and now You're overdue. Considering how relaxed her body is now you decide to go for it and reach for the waistline of her panties.

"Jessica," you speak up, "You should take off your bottoms now! They cover so much and you'll get tan lines!"

You feel her body stiffen and her right hand shoots down to stop you. "Wait!" she exclaims, "What if somebody comes back here?"

Smiling you answer her expected objection "Don't worry, Jess! Jason, Jade and Katja will stay in the Jacuzzi for at least another hour. Takashi is in his cabin, and seriously: the guy won't come out if the sun is shining! And Ahab is busy not crashing this ship against the reef..."

Jessica still isn't convinced. "What about the cameras?"

"Don't worry about the cameras. I checked! Those are only on the lower decks. If Ahab doesn't use them to perv on stunning, skinny-dipping Hollywood-starlets those are for security..."

Jess swallows hard, but finally she reluctantly lets go of her bottoms and lifts her hips to help you slide them down, which you do. You have to use every ounce of self-control in your body to stop yourself from simply ripping them off as you pull them down her shapely legs and over her small feet before dropping them next to the deckchair. Jessica is stark naked now, except for her Dolce&Gabanna sunglasses. She's propped up on her elbows now and looks back at you doubting...

You place a soothing hand between her shoulder blades and push her down gently. "Ssssh, everything's alright, Jess! Lie down and relax" you seduce her and she reluctantly obliges, though her body is still a little tense and she bites her lower lip nervously.

You take your hand from between her shoulders and let it glide along her spine, down to the full curve of her naked ass. This is your first opportunity to inspect it up close, neither at your encounter on the beach nor in the shower have you got that opportunity. It is perfect beyond imagining! Two fleshy, tight, round light-brown buns, just a slight tan line where her bottoms usually end. An inch above her ass-crack is the bow-tattoo. Grinning widely you pick up the sunscreen-bottle again.

"We better put some on that butt, too! You wouldn't want to burn your bum, would ya?"

With that you squirt a generous amount into your palm and rub your hands together before placing them on Jessica's buttocks and start massaging the lotion in. It just takes seconds to spread it all over her ass, but you don't stop, the lotion just a pretence to get your hands on her ass. You now, slowly knead the firm flesh of her butt-cheeks like dough, eliciting moan after moan from her. She is obviously turned on by you manhandling her ass.

There was one question on your mind the whole time and your curiosity finally got the better of you- you grab both ass-cheeks firmly in your hands and pull them as far apart as possible, spreading her ass-crack and exposing her tiny little asshole. You always wondered if Jessica Alba would have a tight rear entrance or if she would be used to taking it up the ass. Both answers would delight you and your heart jumps as you discover that Jessica's sphincter is as tight as it could possibly be! It is a cute, brownish, wrinkled little rosebud, the surrounding skin slightly darker. Apparently Alba got a very thorough hair removal, because you can't see a single one!

You realize you've been holding her buttocks apart for a little while now and quickly resume massaging, only from time to time you steal a little peek of that wonderful orifice. Jessica meanwhile seems to have forgotten about her shyness of being nude in an open place and her moans grow louder with every second. She also starts pushing her ass up into your hands, behaving like a bitch in heat, her head still resting on the chair. Her bald pussy starts bulging between her legs, her lips are glistening with her juices and her stiff, thin clit protrudes proudly. You grin widely as you see her offering herself to you like a desperate slut. Leaning forward you give her wet slit a long lick with you flat tongue.

"Ohgod!" Jessica groans and her whole body goes rigid. You grab her hips and pull them further upward to get a better access to her folds. Then you place your thumbs on the beginnings of her inner thighs and spread them before diving in.

"Holy shit!" she shrieks as you push your tongue into her tunnel, wasting no more time on teasing.

Then you vary on nibbling on her labia, sucking on her clit and fucking her with your tongue. Jessica is going crazy at your treatment and when you add a finger to it you're almost sure that everyone on the boat and the whole east-coast of Australia heard her squeals of joy!

Soon your combination of finger-fucking and clit sucking has her on the brink of orgasm, but at the very last moment you slow down, denying her the sweet release she is craving... As soon as she is able to catch her breath a little you speed up again, bringing her back up to the peak, but again you don't give her the final push, making her whimper in frustration. After you repeated this several times she can't stand it anymore.

"Oh god! Please, you gotta fuck me... I need it!" she pants, her entire brow, glistening from sweat, as she says those magical words you wanted to hear all along.

In the blink of an eye you pushed your swimming trunks to the floor and your rock hard cock, dripping with pre-cum bounces free. You get into position behind the starlet and slap your dick against her dripping cunt several times before placing it against her opening and pushing in slowly.

"Jeeezuz fuck," you groan inwardly, as finally you take Jessica Alba, your balls and penis twitching with excitement as you slide into her... The feeling of her inner walls giving way to your intruding cock is just indescribable!

It takes a long, slow thrust, but finally your dick is buried to the hilt in Jessica Alba's pussy, her ass-cheeks pressing against your pelvis. You pause for a second, letting the fact sink in that you are balls-deep in the tight cunt of one of the sexiest women alive! Then you grab her by the hips and start thrusting. Her increased juice-flow allows you to pick up speed fast and soon your groin slaps into her ass in a quick rhythm. She gets up on her elbows and does her best to meet your strokes, while her lustful grunting gets more and more erratic. Sweat drips down her brows as you grit your teeth and begin fucking her harder.

"Ohmigodohmigodohmigod" she whimpers as you plough through her. You let go of her hips and grab her ponytail with your left hand, pulling her head back while you lift your right and deliver a sharp, stinging spank to her right ass-cheek that leaves a red mark on her flushed skin and makes her yelp...

"Touch yourself, Jess," you hiss through clenched teeth and watch as she shifts her weight onto her left arm, then lifts her right and reaches down towards the little nub between her legs, adding even more stimulation to the experience. The act, the small nuance of added pleasure is the toppling effect to the sensual cause and Alba's body relents... she squeals in lust filled ecstasy as pleasure increases in volume and frequency and you know she's hit the home stretch. Now, as much as You're enjoying hearing her joy, You're worried that someone will come to investigate, which would end your session. And you didn't plan on cumming yet!

So you know you got to do something: Without missing a beat you lean over to your right and pick up Jessica's discarded yellow bikini bottoms. You quickly ball the sweat-soaked piece of clothing up, then you lean forward- your cock pushing even deeper inside her sweaty sex- and push the panty-gag into Jessica's panting mouth. She's too caught off guard to stop you and before she can react the makeshift gag is in place and absorbs her grunts effectively...

And not a single second too early: Just as you place your hand back on Jessica's hip a powerful shudder runs through her body, followed by her vaginal muscles clamping down on your cock, milking you in a heavenly way. Then she starts bucking hard, nearly throwing you off the deckchair. You hold on tight, one hand on her ponytail, one at her hip, and let her ride out the monster waves of her orgasm, increasing the pleasure for her marginally by slowly thrusting half your drenched dick half-way in and out of her sweet, soft, dripping vagina... Even her gag can't absorb her pleasure-filled squeals now, but it sure is music to your ears.

...After a while her orgasm subsides and all tension leaves her shivering, sweat-kissed little body. You let go of her braid and her head slumps forward, strands of her hair clinging to her sweaty brow. With feeble movements she pulls the panty-gag out of her mouth and drops it to the floor, fighting hard to get her rapid breathing back under control, while you, still rock-hard, keep your dick all the way inside her beautiful cunt.

"Wow" she finally gasps, "Just wow! You're still not done, are you...?"

"Nope," you answer, not even trying to hide the pride in your voice.

"Well, then we're apparently not done, huh?" Alba teases.

"Yeah! And I see something back here that I'd like to try..."

With that you let your forefinger wander into her ass-crack, down to her tiny, puckered starfish.

Jessica's head shoots up. "Huh eh... N-no, sorry! I can't do that! Sorry!" she blurts and you feel a little panic in her voice.

Of course you're a little disappointed, but then you realize that right now about every male creature in the universe would kill to be in your place and the thought brings a smile on your face.

"Fine! Then let's see if I can fuck another orgasm out of this divine pussy of yours!" You quickly pull yourself out of her and hear her gasp at the sudden emptiness in her vagina.

Then you grip her waist and roughly flip her over. As she lands on her back you watch her boobs bounce delightfully and you can catch a glimpse of a smile, a mixture of gladness that you leave her butt alone and anticipation about things to come... Smiling you grab her ankles and lift her legs onto your shoulders, then you lean forward slightly and line up with her freshly fucked pussy. Then, with a hard thrust, you bury yourself in her cunt, making both of you gasp loudly.

You fold your arms around her thighs to hold her in position and start pounding into her at a very fast pace. Jess moans and whimpers as you plough into her savagely, you ball-sack slapping against her ass with every thrust. Her hands grab the sides of the deckchair to steady her against your assault

"Y-yes! Fuck- that- pussy!" she huffs and you enjoy watching her tits jiggle as a familiar tingle spreads out in your loins. Biting your lips and shutting your eyes you lean forward even further to enforce the power of your thrusts. Jessica's whimpers turn into squeals again as she is now almost bent double, showing impressive flexibility, her knees pressing into her tits, her feet pushed down to the sides of her head. You let go of her thighs and grab her head in both hands, pressing your lips onto hers in a passionate, animalistic kiss to muffle her. Her hands wander to your ass and with every thrust she pulls you into her to increase their force even more. You see her eyes roll into the back of her head and her toes curl frantically as her orgasm comes crashing down on her. She screams into your mouth, her fingernails dig into your ass and her vagina starts milking your cock again.

"Oooh, ohfck.. Fck. Fuck me-" she whimpers as the kiss breaks, her body quivering from the release of endorphins that fills her so delectably... she lifts her leg from your shoulder and puts her big toe in your mouth, moaning as you gently suck on it while still gently pumping your engorged cock into her sensitive cunt...

Jessica feels you throbbing deep inside her pussy as you pump erratically in and out of her as she comes out of her sexual daze... "No- huh- n-not... Don't cum in me..." she warns, panting heavily...

Groaning inwardly you feel your balls tighten and quickly slip out of her pussy just as you break, jerking as you blow...

"Fffuck," you grumble as the globs of thick sperm erupt out of your tip...

Alba looks up, wide-eyed and panting as the ropes of white, milky cum splash over her stomach, some of it even coating her reddened, flustered breasts and neck. Your dick softens slightly and flops down onto her leaking pussy, your sperm mingling with her secretions and dripping onto the deckchair... For a while the two of you sit there panting heavily in sated satisfaction... God what a fuck Jessica Alba is!

She rests another couple of seconds on the deckchair, staring dreamily at the blue sky. Then she turns her head and looks up at you.

"Comere," she mumbles feebly. When you walk up to her she reaches up and puts your dick in her mouth.

"Holy Fuck," you gasp as you feel her suck your combined juices of your spent, over-sensitive cock. Then she lets it slip out and you stumble backwards, falling onto your deckchair...
"Thank you," she murmurs, smiling blissfully.

"You were awesome," you groan, then something comes back onto your mind, "You don't take it up the ass?"

She looks up into your eyes, her smile slowly fading. "Oh, I used to do it sometimes, back when I was single, I once let a guy fuck my ass on the top off my car in the garage! I didn't even really know him! But Cash isn't into anal and I've been faithful until now, so my last assfuck was years back, and now I'm really scared to do it again, I mean it hurt like the dickens for a few days after. All though truth be told we didn't use any lubricants..."

You nod slowly, understanding, but your mind is focused on the fact that Jessica has taken it up the ass.

Slowly Alba gets up and takes an awkward step towards you. "Damn, stud! You really fucked my little pussy good!" she giggles and kisses you on the cheek, "I'm gonna take a shower! After all you've created quite a mess..." With that she picks up her towel, sunscreen and discarded bikini and walks towards the door to the interior of the yacht.

You look after her, groaning. Fuck, you just managed to do something that two days ago was beyond your wildest dreams, and- you won Jason's Harley in the process, but now your mind is obsessed with a new, ultimate goal...

...You smile as you watch Jessica's firm ass jiggle as she walks out of sight...