BSS-639 Seduced Young Wife
by Robert Desmond


Chapter 1

A hum filled Lynn Shaffer's ears as she began to arouse herself from her
half-sleep. She was dimly aware of a delicious warmth which permeated her
entire body, forming tiny beads of perspiration on her forehead and letting
a faint dampness invade the sheltered places beneath her arms and down
between her small, smoothly rounded thighs. She rolled over onto her back,
vaguely conscious now of the texture of the terrycloth towel which lay
beneath her, and of the sweltering sun standing high over her in the
cloudless Caribbean sky.
The hum grew louder as she began to wake up. She wondered vaguely what it
was, and then remembered. Of course. The Vera's motor. Harry Johnson's
motor yacht. She thought perhaps the yacht had ceased its gently rhythmic
rolling motion, a rolling that had coddled her to sleep on the deck just
like her water bed at home, but then had decided it had not.
"Mmmm ... Mark?" Lynn murmured quietly, and a faint smile tried to awaken
her still sleeping mouth. It was a small mouth, mischievous, almost pixyish
but not quite. There were a few strands of long, blonde hair stuck to the
dryness of her lips, and she unconsciously pulled them away, licking her
lips into life at the same time.
Lynn Shaffer was a small woman, with a neatly formed, symmetrical body,
that made one think immediately of a physically mature 16 year-old. And
even though Lynn was 30, her face bore none of the traces of wear that
begin to worry so many women of that age. Her secret was that she had kept
a great deal of the child in her; not consciously, but with an
unpretentiousness and ease which was immediately apparent to anyone who
looked at her. She had rather large, softly luminous brown eyes, and a
slightly turned-up nose, which only combined once again to give her face a
childish innocence and a look of boundless energy.
The wind had veered since morning, and now played a cool and refreshing
game with the tiny blonde hairs on Lynn's smooth, lovely arms as she lay on
the bobbing ship-deck. She sighed pleasurably. Hmm, that felt good. She
reached up and loosened the top of her small bikini slightly, and let the
wind's freshness drive out some of the heat and dampness from between her
firmly rounded breasts. She stretched an arm lazily across her softly flat
belly, raised a knee and spread her legs slightly apart to let the air
circulate up between her thighs, all the way up to where a few tightly
curled pubic hairs managed to escape from the confining grasp of her 
bikini.
She thought about the last day and a half, and decided she had done a good
job. Her husband, Mark, had told her to be friendly to Harry Johnson, and
had said that the sale of Mark's used car lot to Harry might depend on the
impression they gave him this week. And Lynn had done her best. She
instinctively knew when men found her attractive and entertaining, and she
knew that Harry Johnson was now numbered among those men. There was nothing
premeditated in this, for Lynn was definitely not a scheming woman; it
simply grew out of her own vivaciousness and joy. Johnson had been
attentive since they had set sail, and Lynn felt now that he was won over.
Harry Johnson was a different man on this cruise than he was at the office,
she decided. Here on the boat he was relaxed and very friendly, but at the
office ... Lynn had worked as a part-time bookkeeper for Harry's used car
business for six months now, and had gotten to know first-hand the hard
sell drive that had made his lot the largest in Marina, her home town. At
first it had seemed strange to be working for someone who was competing
with her husband's own car business, but Mark's lot was so small, and they
did need the money. Besides, Mark had finally agreed, and had even helped
her get the job. Still, she knew that Mark didn't really like the idea,
even though she was helping to make ends meet.
Lynn rolled over onto her side, and watched as the azure blue water of the
Caribbean slid past the hull of the powerful motor yacht. She was aware now
of the gently pitching motion which, if she closed her eyes, made her feel
as if her head were growing heavier, only to be lightened again as the bow
raised itself out of the water, and sent the weight rushing down through
her legs. She concentrated on this peculiarly exciting sensation as it
struggled to awaken every part of her body, and the almost imperceptible
swaying of her body from side to side against the softness of the towel and
the hardness of the deck made her think again of her husband.
"Mark ..." she whispered, carefully forming her lips around his name. She
smiled. She was happy to be where she was, happy to feel the coolness of
the wind across her almost naked body, happy to feel the motion of the sea
through that body as though she and all the oceans of the world were one.
And she was happiest of all about having the chance to help Mark with his
business, to really contribute, to make sure he would know that she wasn't
the "little kid" he sometimes called her affectionately.
She could hardly wait to see him in Nassau, even though they'd been married
over a year and a half. She hadn't wanted to come on the cruise without
him, but everything seemed to have worked out fine. Harry Johnson and his
wife Kate had invited them for a week's cruise, and Mark had immediately
accepted. Lynn knew that this was an important chance for him to settle the
business deal with Harry, who'd offered to buy out Mark's business for a
very generous sum. Mark hadn't told her how much, but she knew that it was
a lot, and she knew it was very important for Mark to firm up the deal.
Mark has ambitions, she thought proudly, and I am going to help him realize
them.
At the last minute though, Mark had had to go out of town, to talk with
some people in Miami, and he had been afraid that to call off the cruise
might offend Johnson and jeopardize his chances of selling his lot. He had
asked Harry if he would mind if Lynn went along without him, and if he flew
over to meet them after a few days in Nassau. Harry didn't seem to mind,
but when Mark had told Lynn she had had reservations.
Lynn laughed at herself now for being so worried. The only thing she could
think of last week when Mark told her was being alone with her boss and his
wife on a ship for two or three days. She had heard vague rumors about him,
rumors she now knew must be circulated about every boss in the world. But
Mark had convinced her that if she went and had a good time with the
Johnsons, it would help him tremendously in his business deal, and she
would enjoy it besides. Kate Johnson had also called her on the telephone
that night, and Lynn was reassured that this woman with the friendly voice
would be along as well, so what could happen?
Lynn laughed a small laugh to herself and picked at a strand of her
windblown hair, which was dancing in wavelike motions around her head.
Sometimes she was so afraid of men.
"Grow up," she chided herself, and laughed again. She was on a beautiful
yacht in the middle of a wide open sea, with nothing but the sun above her
and the surging motion, up and down ... up and down ...
Lynn dozed off again, rocked into semi-consciousness by the gentle rhythmic
pitching of Vera. She would see Mark in another couple of days, and that
would make things complete. And he would be proud of her for having made
Johnson receptive to the sale. And Mark would run smiling to her ...
smiling ... and his great muscular arms would enfold her ... and Mark ...
he would be so happy with ... proud ... she was a woman not ... little kid
... and all right ... everything would be all right ...
Lynn slept, unthinking, as the Vera plowed her way to the east and Nassau.
Chapter 2
Harry Johnson watched as the voluptuous Lynn Shaffer lifted her knee; he
swallowed hard as she spread her lusciously inviting legs and rearranged 
herself on the towel, and wondered what it was going to be like to fuck her
hot little pussy. The yacht had been at sea a day and a half, and he hadn't
gotten to her yet.
Damn, he thought to himself, she's tougher than most, but she's going to be
worth it. Harry took his eyes momentarily off the young woman's
curvaceously reclining body, and turned to check the compass bearing.
"Take her a few more degrees south, Hans, and hold her steady," he said.
Hans Piemmel started. "Yes sir," he said quickly, and swung the big wheel
of the Vera until the compass needle was resting precisely on a southwest
bearing.
Harry looked at his captain, at his huge frame and his powerful arms
resting lightly on the wheel. He could see Hans had been devouring Lynn's
delicious body with his eyes, the same as he himself had, and he wondered
what kind of perverted thoughts were racing around inside the cunning mind
of the husky seaman. He laughed. What the hell, he thought, probably the
same ones running around inside my mind.
Harry glanced down at his own muscled, hairy legs, and decided he wasn't in
bad shape for his 45 years. His broad-shouldered, thick-chested frame was
the result of punishing daily gym sessions, sessions Harry conducted with
the same fervor that had made his the most successful used car business in
Marina. Harry considered himself a successful lover too, and if the number
of his conquests was any indication, he was right. Harry grinned. The idea
of buying a boat had been a good one too, he decided, because now the
conquests even came to him.
He looked back up the sloping deck of the cruiser, past the raised
deckhouse, to where his new prize was laying, unaware of his plans
completely. In the day and a half they'd been at sea, Lynn had not
responded to a single one of his hints, had not even seemed to realize that
hints were being made. It was frustrating, but Harry had handled this kind
of situation before, and he knew he could do it again.
Lynn rolled onto her side, and the line of her small waist flowed smoothly
up into the perfectly rounded curve of her almost naked hip, creating a
profile etched onto the blue, cloudless sky as though it had been
painstakingly sculpted and placed on the bow for erotic ornamentation.
That's my little figurehead, Harry thought, and decided Lynn was a great
improvement over the carved statues set on the bows of the old sailing
ships. He grinned a lewd and secret grin. He knew his figurehead was a
real, live, flesh and blood woman, and he planned to take advantage of that
fact before this cruise was over.
Harry glanced behind him, at the churning wake created by the powerful 370
horses down below decks. The Vera was really moving along now at 11 or 12
knots, and the breeze picked up the crests of the breaking wake and spun
them spraying out in all directions. Yessir, he thought, The Vera is a
beautiful boat. $75,000, but worth every penny of it. He had bought her
only a month before, and this was her first, her maiden, voyage. Harry was
taking her from Florida to Nassau, to take the place of the smaller boat he
had just sold. The old boat had begun to bother him, reminding him of the
days when he couldn't afford anything bigger or better, but now he had the
Vera. Harry loved his new yacht like he had never loved a woman. "The only
trouble is," Harry liked to say, "you can't fuck a boat."
He looked up along the deck again at Lynn, who seemed to be asleep now, the
suntanned flesh of her belly undulating rhythmically, raising her small
rounded breasts up and down in a seesaw of painfully inviting motions.
Harry felt the warmth of the sun through his nylon swimming trunks as his
aroused cock began swelling, jerking upwards in strict cadence, it seemed,
with the sensuous movement of the susceptible young blonde girl's body. It
swelled until it was straining at the restrictions imposed by Harry's
trunks, but Harry didn't notice. He was watching as if hypnotized by the
methodical in and out, in and out, of Lynn's breathing, feeling the motion
of her petite little body in his loins, feeling the delicious warmth of her
naked breasts pressing firmly into his great hairy chest, her hungrily
straining legs locked around his plunging hips, her hot breath on his face
... Harry's hand unconsciously sought his painfully throbbing cock, and he
began to slowly massage it, giving it just a little more room inside his
trunks, allowing it a new chance to fill with the blood his heart was now
beginning to pump wildly throughout his entire body. His chest began to
ache with desire, and his hand moved more quickly now over the straining
nylon material that separated his penis from full freedom. His heavy balls
throbbed with the pressure of pent-up sperm, waiting to be released ...
waiting ... waiting to flow unhindered into the lubricated wetness of Lynn
Shaffer's tight little cunt.
Harry couldn't stand it any more. He stood up quickly, and climbed the two
steps leading from the cockpit to the deck. He lurched backward, thrown by
a sudden pitch of the boat, and then began to make his way up the rail to
where Lynn lay vulnerable in her near-nakedness. Harry reasoned wildly: One
quick pull and that little piece of cotton bathing suit wouldn't stop him
... nothing would stop him ... he would be pumping out his cum into her
tender young pussy before she even knew what was happening, and then ...
"Mr. Johnson!"
The voice stopped Harry in his tracks. It took him a split second to
realize where he was, and who was calling to him. Then he turned and looked
down into the grinning face of Hans Piemmel.
"What ... what is it?" Harry managed to get out.
"I just thought you might want to come and check this oil pressure, sir."
Harry realized with a start, that Hans must have been watching him all the
time. Harry was momentarily embarrassed, and then angry.
"What the hell's wrong with it, you bastard?" he snarled.
Hans' grin didn't leave his face.
"As a matter of fact, not a thing, sir."
Harry stood glaring down at the sunburned, scarred face of his captain,
uncertain whether to give him hell or to continue his attack on Lynn, and
as he stood there, the anger began to flow out of him as quickly as it had
come, and with it his painfully throbbing erection subsided. But Hans was
right. Harry Johnson was not the raping kind, and he knew it. He would have
ruined everything by throwing himself on Lynn, and he would have been
beaten back by her first scream. No, raping a woman was for other men,
Harry knew. Men like Hans Piemmel.
"You bastard," Harry said softly, defeated.
"Yessir," Hans grinned.
Harry stepped back down into the cockpit. He slowly stretched out on the
cockpit seat, and shut his eyes.
"Man, she's a nice little piece, though," he murmured.
"Yeah," said Hans, "but an awful hard cunt to crack."
Harry glanced up at the captain, and then laid his head down on one of the
life-preserver cushions strewn about the cockpit. He laughed.
"But we'll crack her," he said lewdly. "We'll crack her good and proper,"
and his mind began searching for a plan of action.
Hans looked over from the back of the large cockpit at the powerfully built
body of his boss. He sneered to himself with disgust. Any man that would
let another man talk him out of a good lay, was no man at all. If it had 
been me, Hans thought, looking up to where Lynn slept in blissful
ignorance, that little honey's legs would be split in two wide-spread
pieces by now. Hans' cock stirred at the thought.
"Not now little man," he murmured under his breath, speaking to his rapidly
awakening penis, "not now. You'll get your chance, don't worry. Just leave
it up to me."
Hans checked the compass, and brought the boat back around to
south-southwest. Johnson may own this boat, he thought, but he sure can't
navigate it. Hans could navigate it though. Hans could do anything when it
came to boats. Ever since his fifteenth birthday, when he'd run away from
his home on Dutch Curacao, he'd been working the boats of the Caribbean;
freighters, mail boats, charters, yachts, you name it. It came naturally to
him, and he sometimes liked to say with pride that he owed his skill to his
Dutch forbears, the best sailors in the world. And now he was captaining
Johnson's Vera. He looked at this job as a definite step up in the world,
and he was earning twice what he ever had before in his life. But it wasn't
the pay that made him stick with Johnson. It was the little dividends that
Hans most enjoyed. Johnson usually ended up fucking every female "guest" on
his cruises, but there were often guests who were a little reluctant to
accept Harry's peculiar brand of hospitality. It was Hans' duty and
pleasure to see to it that these ladies were made just a little more
receptive. It had happened many times before, and it would happen again.
The captain figured it would happen on this voyage.
Hans had one other source of income that sometimes arose from his cruises
with Harry Johnson. Everybody on Harry's boat, sooner or later, did
something he'd rather not have other people know about, and Hans was smart
enough to realize that there was money to be made in knowing how to keep
your mouth shut. Hans never came on board without his camera, stuffed down
inside the middle of his duffel bag, and he had often used it. Even Harry
didn't know about this little bit of free enterprise.
Chapter 3
Harry Johnson started, and wondered what had waked him from the half-sleep
he had fallen into. Then he felt a firm hand gently caressing his belly,
fingertips running a ring around the tops of his bathing trunks,
occasionally a long, cool finger darting under the elastic band and
entwining itself playfully with his thick pubic hair. He lay for a moment
with his eyes closed, sighing with pleasure as he felt the experienced
fingers bring his slumbering loins to life.
Opening one eye, he looked at his wife, Kate, who was kneeling with her 
back to him, one hand playing a gentle tattoo on his belly, the other
beginning to snake its way into the warm space up between his powerful,
hairy thighs. Suddenly he sat up, grabbing her hand and forcing it under
his bathing trunks to where his expectant cock lay waiting, his other hand
slipping around under his wife's arm and squeezing one of her heavy,
pear-shaped breasts with surprising violence.
"Caught you!"
"Oww!" Kate cried, startled by the suddenness of his move and the pressure
his hand was exerting on her tender nipple, which he was rubbing painfully
against the top of her scanty two-piece bathing suit.
"Oh, honey, I'm sorry," he teased, as he took his hand from her breast. "I
thought I was being attacked by the Sunday night rapist."
"You bastard," Kate said quietly. "I try to be nice to you ..."
Harry lifted the short brown hair at the back of his wife's slender neck,
and ran his mouth soothingly over her nakedly exposed shoulders. He nuzzled
the hollow between her neck and shoulder, and playfully nipped the
suntanned flesh of her tapering back with his lips.
"Am I forgiven?" he mumbled, running a hand along the inside of her warmly
fleshed thigh.
Kate quivered with pleasure, and moaned just audibly that he was. She gave
his awakening cock a last caress, and removed her hand from his trunks.
"That's enough for now," she said. "I just came up to bring you a drink."
"You know something, baby? It's never 'enough for now'. Not for me." Harry
leaned over and took the tumbler of bourbon and water from her, and
swinging his feet off the seat, sat up and took a long drink. He sighed
with satisfaction. "Umm, that's good." He motioned his wife to come sit
beside him, making room for her on the seat.
"I want to ask you something, and I want you to tell me the truth."
Kate looked at him, and laughed as she said, "Harry, you are the most
transparent man I ever met. You get that 'I want to ask you something' tone
of voice, and it only means one thing." She looked up the deck to where
Lynn Shaffer lay innocently sleeping. "Well, she is pretty, I'll say that
much for her." There was just a trace of jealousy in Kate's voice.
Harry chuckled. "And you are the most perceptive woman in the world. And 
the most understanding." He leaned over and gave a small kiss on her
forehead. "Any other wife in the world would have her husband's head off if
he came to her and asked if she minded if he laid some other broad."
Kate looked at her husband and forced a smile. "Would you be able to keep
your great big paws off that girl if I minded?"
Harry started to protest, and then stopped and let out a hearty laugh.
"Well, honey, I'll say this ... I haven't had very much luck with that in
the past."
"Well then," she said, again forcing her face into an approving smile. "I
guess that settles it."
Kate watched as Harry laughed again, and took another drink of his bourbon.
She didn't really mind the fact that he was chronically unfaithful to her,
but she didn't understand why he always had to be sure she knew about it.
She looked again up to the bow of the boat, and tried to imagine what Lynn
Shaffer and her husband would look like, twisted and contorted into a
passionate and writhing embrace. Her eyes watered momentarily, and she
removed a bit of mascara which had lodged in the corner of one eye.
Lynn didn't use much made-up, Kate thought to herself, as she wiped the
mascara from her finger onto the deck, but what the hell. Some women didn't
need it, while others ... She looked away, bothered by the fact that she
knew she herself was one of the women who did need make-up, needed it to
hide the growing traces of wear and care that had begun to encroach upon
her face the last few years. She tried to ignore the slight twinge of
concern that invaded her thoughts, but could not. She knew in her heart
that it was only a matter of time before Harry woke up one morning to
discover that his lovely wife was beginning to fade around the edges. She
knew as well, that the only thing which kept Harry tied to her was her
looks, and her willingness to overlook his frequent amorous adventures.
What the hell, she thought, you can't expect a good thing to last forever.
She had long ago decided to profit as much as she could from her marriage
to Harry Johnson as long as it lasted, and she managed to do just that. She
had decided to put up with his cruises, and had even begun to enjoy
participating in the orgies that took place at least once a month. Hell, it
was fun, and it postponed the inevitable day when Harry would decide to
trade in his present wife on a newer, younger model. Someone like Lynn
Shaffer perhaps.
She glanced at Lynn's sleeping form, and decided she was going to enjoy
this cruise. She knew exactly what lay in store for the luscious creature 
whose husband had let her stray too far from the nest. She had seen it all
happen before, and she knew she was going to enjoy seeing this innocent
young bitch get just what was coming to her. She gave an audible laugh.
"What's funny, baby?" Harry asked, turning to her.
"Oh, nothing really," Kate said. "I was just wondering what Mark Shaffer
would say if he knew the plans you have for his lovely young bride." She
turned to him. "Do you think Shaffer knows anything about that business
deal of yours?"
Harry laughed, and finished the last watery drops remaining in his glass.
"No, honey, he doesn't suspect a thing. How can he? I had to pay through
the nose to get that information." He gave his wife a kiss, and added, "But
it was worth every penny. I'd like to see Shaffer's face when I sell his
property to the city for triple what it cost me."
"What does the city want it for, anyway?" Kate queried.
"Hell, I don't know," Harry said. "Some kind of big municipal complex,
offices and courthouses and that kind of thing. What do I care, as long as
they're going to buy it? And they're going to buy it, I've made sure of
that." Harry was an expert at finding the right palms to grease. "Don't
worry, Mark Shaffer has no idea his property is worth that much."
Chapter 4
He gave his wife a resounding and painful slap on the upper surface of her
thigh, felt the soft flesh give with his blow, and thought again of the
pair of firm, slender thighs belonging to Lynn Shaffer.
"I'm talking about business, honey. Why don't you go below aft white I
attend to a little pleasure?"
Kate stood up, rubbing the reddened place on her thigh where he had slapped
her. She followed his gaze up to the bow of the boat.
"I just hope you hurt her as much as you hurt me," she complained.
"Whew, what a tiger!" Harry laughed, as he handed her his empty glass.
"Take this with you when you go."
Kate took the glass, and turned, climbing out of the cockpit, made her way
to the aft cabin, where she disappeared, unsmiling, down the companionway.
Harry watched her go. She was a good woman, he decided, and the best lay
he'd ever had. That's why he'd married her, and that's why he'd stayed
married to her for so long. But he couldn't stay faithful to one woman no
matter how he tried. Not that he ever had tried. His attention returned to
the problem at hand. Lynn lay on her stomach now, awake, gazing forward as
the Vera cut her way through the calm seas. Harry couldn't take his eyes
off the voluptuous curve of her spine as it arched in perfect symmetry up
from her small, rounded buttocks, and disappeared enticingly under her long
blonde hair.
Damn, he thought to himself, it would be so much nicer if she'd cooperate.
But then he smiled, as he remembered some of the best fucks he'd ever had
had come only after a pitched battle. Well, maybe he'd have to use the old
"Uncle Harry" ploy, as he liked to call it. He'd have to have that bastard
Hans' help, but he'd done that before, and the Dutchman knew just what was
expected of him. Let Hans molest the girl just a little, and then the only
person she could turn to would be old "Uncle Harry". And "Uncle Harry" was
a past master at manipulating a sobbing girl's relief in having someone to
talk to in a receptive state of sexual arousal. It wasn't the best way to
get at a woman, but sometimes it was the only way. He decided that in
Lynn's case, because she didn't even recognize any sexual advance short of
rape, it was the only way.
Harry stood up, and walked back to where his burly captain was sitting
lazily with one hand on the wheel. Harry knew he'd have to be careful how
he handled him.
"I'm getting tired of waiting, Hans," he said, taking over the wheel at the
same time.
"Waiting for what, Mr. Johnson?" Hans asked, though he knew very well what
Johnson was tired of waiting for, and realized simultaneously that this
cruise was going to be one of the good ones.
"Lynn Shaffer," stated Harry simply, and waited for Hans to make the next
move.
"Oh yeah, right," said Hans, unable to keep from wetting his lips lewdly
with a quickly darting tongue. "Well, Mr. Johnson, sir, it sure would be a
shame to pass this one up."
"I don't have any intention of passing her up, Hans, and you know it. I'm
just trying to decide on the best way to go about it."
Hans sneered inwardly at Harry's obvious discomfort in having to ask 
another man to do his advance work for him.
"Well sir," he said, "I could always warm her up a little, you know, knock
her around some so she'd have to come running to you for help."
"No, not knock her around. You couldn't hurt her, you know that. But do you
remember how you warmed up that little redheaded model from Miami, what was
her name?"
"Kathy," Hans said. "Yeah, I remember her. And Lily, and Jo, and Shirley."
"That's right, Kathy. Well, I want you to work this one the same way. Get
her down below, I'll take the wheel for a while. Give her a few drinks, and
then just throw a little scare into her."
"Yessir, Mr. Johnson, I know exactly what you mean."
"But don't overdo it, Hans, you hear me? Just shake her up a little bit."
Hans looked Harry in the eye, and smiled obediently.
"Mr. Johnson, you don't have to worry about me, I know what I'm doing."
"All right, go on then. But just remember what I said."
Hans nodded as he leaned down to pick up his T-shirt from the deck beside
him.
Yessir, Mr. Johnson, I'll remember what you said. I'll remember all the
time I'm fucking the living shit out of the hot little bitch. Hans climbed
out of the cockpit, trying to keep himself calm, trying to keep control of
a great, lewd grin that threatened to twist his swarthy face into some kind
of obscene Halloween mask.
He leaned over the side, scooped up a handful of seawater, and let its
freshness turn his features into those of an efficient, polite, and almost
humble servant.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Shaffer?"
Lynn twisted around quickly from her stomach around onto her elbow, and
threw a frightened look up at Hans' obsequious face.
"Oh, my ... you startled me."
"Oh, I'm sorry about that Mrs. Shaffer. I didn't mean to scare you." Hans 
smiled almost sweetly.
"No, no," Lynn said quickly, sitting up. "You didn't scare me, I just ..."
Her voice trailed off as she stared at the giant figure looming above her,
half silhouetted by the late afternoon sun.
"Well, I'm sorry to have startled you then. Mr. Johnson asked me to take
you down to the bar, and see if we couldn't get you fixed up with a little
something."
"How kind of him. And of you, too, of course. I'd like that very much."
Lynn took the hand Hans offered her, and was surprised at the ease with
which he raised her from her sitting position. "Just let me get my robe and
things."
Hans watched as the young woman bent to the deck, allowing her firmly
rounded breasts to drop down as far as her bikini top would permit. His
cock was already beginning to come to life, its first tentative hardening
pushing insistently at the zipper of his jeans. If she saw that ...
"I tell you what, Mrs. Shaffer? I'll go below and crack some ice ..."
"No, I'm done, I'm ready." Lynn gathered up her suntan lotion, towel, and
the books she'd been reading earlier, and then struggled to get her robe
over one shoulder where it had fallen off.
"Here Ma'am, let me help you with that." Hans bent down over Lynn's tiny
figure, and drew the robe up over her voluptuous shoulder, letting his hand
run ever so lightly across the smooth, tanned flesh.
"Thank you," said Lynn, gathering her things up inside her towel. "I think
I'm ready now."
Hans smiled, and led the way back along the rail to the main companionway,
which led to the large cabin midships. He didn't look at Harry as he
passed, but he knew Harry was looking at him.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Johnson," Lynn said, "I didn't know it was
already happy hour."
"For the last time, Lynn, the name is Harry," and he smiled warmly.
"Oh, I'm sorry ... Harry ... I forgot."
"Don't worry about it. Go on down below, and let Hans take care of you."
"That sounds good," Lynn replied. "I'll be right back."
Harry watched as his bookkeeper's beautiful body disappeared down the
companionway. He looked at his watch, smiled to himself, and swung the Vera
onto a southwest heading.
"What can I get for you," Hans asked, when they'd both reached Johnson's
well stocked bar.
"Oh, I don't know. Something cool."
"How about a gin and tonic?"
"That's fine." Lynn set her towel-wrapped bundle on the table and looked
around the cabin, amazed as always by the luxuriousness of the furnishings,
and the amount of money those furnishings must have cost. "I can't get over
what a beautiful boat this is," she said, in an effort to break the
curiously charged silence that surrounded them.
"Yeah, it is that." Hans mumbled.
Lynn waited for him to add something to his remark, and when he didn't ...
"How long have you worked for Harry ... for Mr. Johnson I mean."
"A couple of years."
Again Lynn waited, and again the muscled seaman didn't elaborate. She
looked around the cabin again, and then back at Hans. It seemed to her that
he was taking an unusually long time over a gin and tonic. She felt vaguely
uneasy in his presence, vaguely threatened by his massive body, and the way
his eyes never left her, even though he wasn't saying anything. She
searched for some topic of conversation just to last until she had her
drink and could go topside again.
"Uhh ... I bet I can guess your astrology sign."
Hans looked at her. He saw her discomfort, and reveled in it.
"Go ahead and guess."
"Uhh ... Taurus."
"Wrong."
"Scorpio?" 
"Sorry."
"I give up, what is it?" Lynn asked wishing she'd never brought it up.
"Virgo." Hans' lips pronounced the syllables slowly, like an obscene
challenge.
"Oh, I really can't believe that," Lynn giggled uncomfortably. Hans didn't
laugh. He remained staring at her suggestively. "My, that gin and tonic is
sure taking a long time," she said nervously. "Remind me not to have you
bartend my next party." She forced a very weak laugh.
Hans paid no attention to the hint.
"Are you interested in astrology?" he asked.
"Oh, yes," Lynn replied uneasily, "Yes, I certainly am. Aren't you?"
"Sure." Hans was enjoying himself, watching this small helpless girl so
obviously intimidated by his overpowering manliness. "I've got a book about
it I think you'd really like."
"Oh, do you really?" said Lynn lamely, wanting only to escape the
suffocating cabin and get back up into the refreshing sea breeze. "Well,
I'd certainly love to see it some time."
"I'll get it for you," Hans said, making his way through the main cabin to
the door of the fo'c'sle, his cabin.
"Oh no," Lynn said quickly, "Please don't go to any trouble."
"No trouble at all. Come on." Hans opened the door to his cabin and stood
to one side. "I don't think you've seen this part of this beautiful boat."
Lynn hesitated. She had no desire to be alone with this powerful man in his
own cabin. Hans came back to her, handed her her drink, and forced onto his
face as much innocence as he could muster.
"What's the matter? Is something wrong?"
"Oh no, of course not," Lynn blurted out. She felt ridiculous. Why was she
so frightened of men? Nothing could happen to her for God's sake, not here
on the boat. Other women would be pleased and flattered by Hans' obvious
interest in them. What's the matter with me, she wondered. I'm not a little
kid. Once this thought had crossed her mind, there was no return. She had 
to accept the challenge. "Nothing's the matter. I'd love to see the book."
A chill of excitement sped down Hans' spine as Lynn capitulated, and
centered with a quivering tingle in his loins. He knew he had won, and he
knew nothing was going to stop the inevitable from happening. Not Johnson's
warning not to overdo it, not Lynn's own screaming protestations, not even
Neptune himself could stop him now from fucking her tight little cunt and
exploding his cum up inside it with all the force of his powerfully surging
body.
He breathed in the sweet scent of Lynn's voluptuous form as she brushed
past him and stepped into his cabin. She walked the four steps to the end
of the small space, and turned to him expectantly. Hans felt his huge cock
seem to jump out at her all at once, as if it were trying to span those
four steps between them in a single bound. He quickly turned to close the
door after him, and felt pain as his massively pulsating penis began
swelling faster than it ever had before, jerking upwards frantically,
desperately searching for the tight, wet young vagina which would softly
enfold its huge head and churning, writhing, twisting, suck it dry of its
full load of searing, white hot sperm.
Hans tried to control his breathing. His chest was heaving now, and trying
to stop it only made it worse. There was an unbelievable throbbing ache
reaching out of his loins, grabbing his chest and twisting it mercilessly
into a small tight knot. His legs began to quiver with the knowledge that
they would soon be heaving between the sensuous young beauty's hotly
sweating thighs.
Lynn was discomforted by the fact that Hans remained with his back to her.
"Is anything the matter?" she asked.
"No ..." Hans' voice squeaked as his throat suddenly contracted, choking
off his breath. He cleared his throat, and desperately tried to bring his
body under control. He couldn't. There was no time for playing around, no
time for games, no time to try to ease into it. Hans turned the key in the
lock of the door with a click that resounded through the cabin. And there
was complete silence except for Hans' heavy, desperate breathing.
A shiver of paralyzing fear ran through Lynn's body as she realized what
the captain was planning to do. This is crazy, she thought wildly. What is
he ... He must be crazy. And all of a sudden Lynn knew that Hans was crazy.
Crazy with desire, crazy with a terrible lust which threatened to destroy
everything that stood between it and the consummation of its fearful
passions. Lynn turned to ice as she realized that the only thing which
stood in the way of the Dutchman's lust for satisfaction, was her own,
helpless, defenseless body.
"Hans!" Lynn cried, trying to control the unreasoning fear in her voice.
"What are you doing?"
The captain turned to her slowly, his face a mask of tortured desire. "What
am I doing?" he echoed, taking the key and forcing it into the pocket of
his jeans, which were stretched tight across his desperately struggling
cock. "I'm just locking the barn door, before the cows get out. I'm just
locking one door, and opening another."
Lynn watched in horror as Hans' hand moved slowly down to the zipper of his
jeans and fumbled with the clasp.
"Oh, NOOOO ..." The trapped young wife backed away, the first tears of
fright beginning to course unnoticed down her terrified face.
"That's it, cry a little for me, baby," Hans leered. "Why don't you try a
little scream while you're at it. They'll never hear you up on deck."
Lynn knew that Hans was right. With the noises of the Vera's motor and the
sea ... She watched in horrified fascination as the powerful sailor finally
freed the clasp of his zipper, and slowly pulled it downwards, exposing
first a few wiry male pubic hairs, and then the ungodly bulge of his
massively throbbing flesh and then ... Hans' lone, eagerly jerking cock
sprang powerfully from its prison and stood straight out from his loins,
growing all the time in size, swelling until Lynn though it would burst.
The only thing she could think in her hysterical state was that the
Dutchman wasn't wearing any underwear. Hans' giant, throbbing column jutted
out through the zipper of his jeans like a spear, and Lynn felt the point
already at her throat. He began to step toward her.
"No ... Hans ... please ... don't do this ..." and suddenly the realization
hit her like a shot, that Hans was going to do it, was going to shove that
huge penis of his deep into her small, unwilling cunt, and she knew it
would kill her.
She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out, and in those split
seconds Hans crossed the short distance between them, and covered Lynn's
small mouth with his own, engulfing it, devouring it. His arms shot out and
scooped her to him, his hands biting into her arms and his mouth wrenching
hers in a deep, brutal kiss.
Lynn strained against him, but he only wrapped her closer and began fucking
his wetly swirling tongue deeply into her mouth, while his hands now bit
through the material of her robe and dug into the soft flesh of her
buttocks and back, pushing her cringing body powerfully into his hardening 
genitals.
Hans explored every ridge and hollow of the helpless young housewife's
velvet, wetly caverned mouth. He held her straining and taut, every muscle
tensed to rigidity, his hands and arms holding her prisoner, breasts
squeezed deliciously against his powerful chest, one thigh worming between
her legs until her reluctantly cringing young cunt was pressed hard up
against him. She tried desperately to move her head, and Hans caught her
skull in one hand and jerked her mouth under his again, deeper and harder.
Her small size made Lynn no match for this huge brute who held her so
easily. His strength was just too much for her, and there was no way to
break his hold. Instinct told her to go limp. Perhaps she could fool him,
make him think he had hurt her, maybe then he would stop this brutal
attack. Then she knew it was no use. Hans could kill her, and through his
maddened lust he wouldn't even realize it.
His hands were coursing over her now, smoothing down over her softly
rounded buttocks and cupping her small, tender breasts. Suddenly one of his
hands reached around her back, and tore the catch on her bikini bra. His
hand snaked under the flimsy top, and teased her nipple to instant
hardness, and the warmth of that unexpected sensation stole through her
veins and bloodstream. Unconsciously, she sucked the probing tongue in her
mouth of her own volition, and felt the ripples of pleasure chase down
through her loins and breasts and belly.
"Oh yes, baby, you like it ... you pretend you don't but you like it."
Hans' mouth had left hers and was now working its way down her neck and
under her chin. She felt his hands peeling off her robe, fumbling with it,
trying to get it off her arms. Now, her brain screamed, now is the time.
She gathered all her strength and tried to tear herself from his grasp. She
was free momentarily, then he reached out and caught her by the wrist,
spinning her back into his bunk as though she were a toy doll.
"Now, you don't want to leave poor old Hansie here alone, do you? Then he'd
only have himself to play with, and that's not as good as playing with you,
baby, no it isn't."
"Oh God," she whimpered, watching as the husky sea captain unbuttoned the
top button of his jeans, letting them fall off him and exposing the full
power of his naked loins. He stood before her licentiously naked, his thick
hard cock lancing out from his body, throbbing with expectancy. She stared
unbelievingly as he dropped his hand to it and with a lewd grin, began to
stroke the heavy, uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the purplish,
bulbous head.
"That's something, right baby?" Hans leered, reveling obviously in the
shameful torment he was subjecting her to. "Well, just wait until I slip it
into that little old cunt of yours, then you'll really appreciate it."
"Stop it! STOP IT!" she shouted at him. But he didn't stop ... only
continued to grin at her as she lay as if glued to the hard bunk, watching,
hypnotized by his stroking of the rigid fleshy shaft with his hand ... the
unbelievable thickness of it caused her subconscious to reel ... He's going
to kill me with it, my God ...
The lust crazed sailor started toward her. "D-Don't come near me. Don't
come ... Please?"
"You want to take off that little bathing suit, baby, or would you like me
to help you?"
Lynn lay there completely immobilized, frozen into semi-shock. She lay
unmoving, as Hans' rough hands eased the panties of her bikini slowly, so
slowly off her hips, over her thighs, his hands trailing gently along the
inside of her legs. She felt a chill go up her spine. She moaned
unknowingly with pleasure.
"That's right baby. You just take it easy while old Hansie gets you ready
for the biggest fucking of your life."
Lynn was dimly conscious of his eager hands moving over her entire body,
sending tingles through her skin like fire, hardening her nipples, and
making the hidden cave of her cunt moist.
"Christ, you're a luscious sight to behold!" he gasped, pulling her up
against his lust-excited nakedness, crushing her small breasts flat to his
powerful chest, his hands cupping the round full moons of her buttocks and
hauling her close until his hard jerking shaft burrowed tightly into the
smooth flesh of her belly.
"Oh baby, you're going to be a good one ... yes you are ... Oh, baby, I'm
just going to fuck that little pink cunt of yours to death ... just going
to flip you on your back and throw those beautiful legs up over your head
... and stuff this cock up that soft white belly 'til you can taste it."
"Oh God ..." Lynn moaned almost incoherently, her face resting on his
shoulder, suddenly unable to comprehend the erotic excitement his obscene
description was arousing in her. "Oh please God no ..."
The helpless young wife felt the bunk give slightly as Hans' powerful body
moved up and over her. She quickly tried to close her legs, but Hans' knee 
was there first. No, this can't be happening to me!
"Why don't you just spread those beautiful little legs of yours, honey, and
let old Hansie come home? He's got a great big cock here that's dying to
squeeze itself into some little nest."
"No Hans ... please God ... Don't ... Please!"
"Spread 'em, damn it!" he snarled, and reluctantly she opened her legs,
exposing the glistening mouth of her cunt to his mercy. The captain lifted
his other leg, and planted himself commandingly above her unwillingly
spread cuntal lips. He placed his palms flat against the inside of her
smoothly rounded thighs, his thumbs resting on the glistening pink folds of
her cunt. Slowly, he drew the gently pulsating lips apart, exposing the
moist coral flesh to his gaze. Slightly, almost imperceptibly, he drew his
finger along the ridge of her tiny clitoris, and Lynn moaned in undesired
rapture.
"Oh, that is pretty. That is just too pretty to resist." The huge sailor
lowered his powerful bulk down on top of her, covering her small body with
his massiveness. She moaned beneath his depraved attack. He held her
tightly imprisoned with the weight of his strong, sinuous body, her head
rolling back and forth wildly, while his hand sought his aching cock and
ran the swollen head lightly along the moist, tender lips of her cunt,
working it up and down briefly to part the sparse, soft, pubic hair, and
then with a cry of delight thrusting it forward against the tight, cringing
mouth of her reluctant cunt.
For one split second Lynn thought it wouldn't fit, that it would split her
belly apart, and then she knew he was in her, the huge bulbous cock-head
slipping wetly up inside her with a rush that left her gasping for breath.
"Aaaaaagggghhhhh!"
The helpless young girl kicked her legs out frantically in a futile attempt
at relief, but the move only served to sink his expanding shaft of
male-flesh still deeper into her traitorously yielding cunt. Brutally, his
stone-hard cock bored up into her unwilling belly, expanding the moist
walls until she was certain her thighs would split apart from the
unrelenting pressure ... then, his pelvis smacked resoundingly against her
own, and she felt his sperm-bloated balls dangling heavily between the
upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched buttocks.
"God ... please ... stop!" Lynn cried out in pain.
But the sex-crazed captain didn't stop. He didn't give her a moment to
adjust to his sudden invasion deep inside her womb. He immediately started 
fucking her like a wild bull. She gaped helplessly up at his lust-contorted
face, searching for what lay behind that mask as he hammered inhumanly in
and out of her. Then, all at once, her senses veered away from the searing
pain of his brutal pounding, and centered on the tingling sensation that
was slowly beginning to build up in the depths of her ravaged vagina.
Lynn drew her knees up so as to have better leverage to screw her
cock-stretched cunt up against the tickling wiriness of his thick pubic
hair. As she arched her hips up, Hans withdrew his long blood-engorged
shaft from her womb, stopping only when the swollen head remained inside.
She lifted her lewdly skewered loins up to him for fear he might take it
all the way out, but he pushed instead, forward again into the depths of
her wetly seeping passage. She could feel the rubbery flesh-tip parting the
walls of her heated cunt as it slid up inside her, and her grasping vagina
closed tightly on the huge monster, the nerves lining the wall transmitting
every part of its throbbing form to her brain. She hung suspended now on
every moment of his long in-stroke, feeling pleasure rather than pain, and
when his pelvis pressed into her now only receptive cunt, she felt the twin
sacs of his balls slapping lightly against her voluntarily spread buttocks.
The sensation was wonderful, and Lynn opened her legs out as wide as she
could to make the next plunge even deeper.
Hans pulled back with his hips to withdraw his lust-excited cock, and as he
slammed into her clasping vagina with a faster motion, his balls slapped
hard against her tiny puckered anus.
"AAAAAHHHHHH!" she shrieked from the fantastic sensations chasing
themselves up and down her spine, each one vying for attention.
The sailor's heavy balls were stirring with the building pressure of sperm
deep inside them, and Lynn could feel the life throbbing in them as they
hung down against her naked buttocks. The driving motion of his long, thick
penis sent ripples of ever-increasing intensity through every part of her
passion-aroused body, and she took up the rhythm with him, arching her hips
up as she drove forward on the in-stroke, and pulling back as he retreated.
The fire burning deep in her womb became more intense as Hans' already
lust-engorged cock seemed to grow larger still and his fucking became
faster and faster. His cunt-moistened cock slid with greater and greater
ease in and out of her tightly grasping vagina, the walls of her passage
wrapping and squeezing over every part of its full throbbing shape as it
stirred her to even greater heights of pleasure. Lynn felt her whole body
become part of her hungrily grasping cunt. She had never imagined it could
be such pleasure to be totally consumed by the huge fleshy shaft pounding
crazily into her naked belly. She drew her legs up as high as she could,
and she began flexing and tightening the muscles in her excitedly trembling
thighs to pull and suck at the wonderful cock that she held clasped with
such tremendous force in her fiery, hot womb.
Lynn felt as though her body were completely freed of any resistance to
pleasure, and she felt added sensations streaming from her loins that she
wanted, but couldn't identify. Then, she realized the captain's expert
hands were moving over her buttocks, and a rippling flash of raw pleasure
shot up her spine as she felt his finger probing into her nakedly exposed
anus. When his finger suddenly pushed up inside its tight resistance, the
tiny pain was nothing compared to the sensations of total surrender she
felt, and she began bucking wildly to have her loins pounded to pieces by
his giant column of throbbing flesh.
Her belly jerked uncontrollably as she felt the head of his huge cock swell
up even larger inside her womb. She knew that it was going to start spewing
out hot liquid at any moment, but the growing spasms in her own quivering
belly were the focus of her attentions now. Then, suddenly, his huge pillar
of male-flesh sank deeply inside her burning cunt, and the head seemed to
fill her like an inflating balloon. Her belly shook with tremendous spasms
when she felt the first hot stab of liquid moving up the length of the long
thick penis like a great roaring wave, to burst out and crash searingly
into her hotly sucking womb.
"OOOOoooohhhhh! OOOOOooooo! AAAwwwwggggg!" She screamed out her ecstasy as
the great, spurting instrument began to saturate her cunt with hot, sticky
cum from its own climax. She could feel every drop of the liquid bursting
out of the giant swollen tip, and the sensations were so tremendous that
her whole womb exploded in response to the pleasure. She jammed her
lust-hungry cunt as tightly as possible against the wildly jerking cock
inside her, and her frantically contracting pussy erupted with her own
joyous cum.
"AAAAaaaaawwwwggggg!" Her scream echoed around inside her head as the
explosive searing passion in her body soared to the pinnacle of delightful
pleasure. She sank her fingernails into the back of the man tensed above
her impassionedly writhing body, and pulled him down hard against her
heaving breasts. She wanted to be smothered by his warm flesh. She arched
her wide-spread buttocks up to receive all of the squirting hot fluid she
could get, and her own sticky white cum gushed up her wildly contracting
hair-covered base and ran slowly down the crevice of her uptilted white
buttocks. It seemed to go on forever until her body was completely drained
of all its fluid.
The two spasmodically twitching bodies slowly became still, and the
fo'c'sle of the Vera was filled with an unearthly stillness.
"Christ," said Hans, the first to come to his senses. "Christ!"
Lynn moaned softly. Hans looked down at her appreciatively.
"Baby," he said, "You are the best goddamn woman I ever in my life laid."
Lynn's eyes were still closed as she smiled weakly. "Never ..." she tried
to say, "I have never ..." Her voice trailed off.
"Yeah, baby, I feel the same way."
Suddenly Lynn's face clouded over. As her consciousness began to take its
rightful place after her mindless passion, she first remembered who she
was, then she remembered where she was, and lastly she remembered who the
man was who was still lying with his softened cock resting quietly in her
cunt, surrounded by the oceans of their lewdly mingled cum.
Lynn could not open her eyes. She could not bear to look up and discover
that the man who had given her so much pleasure was not her husband.
"Leave ... please," she mumbled.
"What was that?" Hans mumbled.
"Leave ... please ... go away."
Hans looked down at the small woman he had so completely mastered, and yet
who had given him so much pleasure.
"Sure, baby, I'll leave you alone ... for now. But I'll see you again."
"No ..." Lynn whimpered, "I ... never ... I will never ..."
"Sure you will, baby. There's no turning back now. You've been introduced
to a whole new world, and you know something? You ain't seen nothing yet."
"Please ..."
"I'm leaving, I said. Just let me get my goddamn pants on." Hans stood up
and buttoned his jeans, and threw his T-shirt casually over his shoulder.
"I know your type, baby. I know it well. You're awake now, and there's no
more going to sleep. So I'll be seeing you again."
"Oh no ... no."
"Oh yes, yes." Hans opened the door, and walked out of the cabin without 
looking back at the huddled, sobbing figure on his bunk.
Chapter 5
"Is anything the matter, Lynn? You haven't touched a bite of your dinner."
Lynn Shaffer was startled out of her reverie by the smooth voice of Harry
Johnson, and she looked up quickly from her plate to his gently smiling
face.
"Oh no, Harry, not at all. There's nothing the matter at all. Really. I
guess I'm just not very hungry tonight."
Harry smiled at his wife, and Kate smiled quickly back at him, lowering her
eyes to her meal.
What's wrong with me, Lynn thought to herself, I've got to pull myself
together. She reached for her fork, and made an attempt to eat some of the
freshly caught fish Kate had cooked as a special treat for their evening
meal.
"Funny," Harry chuckled, "most of the time being on the sea makes people
want to eat. I remember one time about four years ago, before I went on my
diet ..."
It seemed to Lynn that the dinner would last forever. She couldn't keep her
mind on the conversation, couldn't keep her thoughts from straying back to
only a few hours before, when Hans had taken her so violently, stripping
her of her defenses, leaving her ultimately naked to the intensity of her
own helplessly aroused passions. She tried to erase from her consciousness
any recollection of how she herself had reacted, how she had twisted,
bucked, strained to reach that final blistering climax. She tried to
concentrate on her feelings of shame, anger, humiliation, at the fact that
she had, in fact, been raped ...
"... could do that, and go from there to the hotel in Nassau."
Lynn jerked her head up, knowing that Harry was talking to her, not knowing
what he had said.
"I'm sorry, Harry," she said, passing a hand vaguely across her eyes with a
nervous laugh, "I was ten thousand miles away. What was it you said?"
Harry stared at her, his face the picture of felicitous concern.
"Are you sure you're feeling all right, Lynn? You look a little pale.
Doesn't she, Kate?"
"Yes, you certainly do, dear," Kate said, her eyes assuming the size and
softness of the archetypal big sister. "Maybe you want to go lie down for a
while. Get off your feet ..."
"No, really, I'm fine," Lynn said hurriedly, "I think maybe I got a little
too much sun or something ..."
"That must be it," Harry agreed, "Listen, why don't you go up on deck and
get some air. Kate and I can do the dishes."
"Oh, no, honestly, I'd be happy to help."
"Go on," laughed Kate. "Any time I can get Harry to help with the dishes,
it's an occasion. Don't rob me of the chance."
"Well, if you're sure ..." Lynn said hesitantly, wanting above all else to
escape the suffocating closeness of the small cabin.
"Lynn, if I'm not sure, my wife is," Harry chuckled, and, indicating the
dirty dishes strewn across the table, said, "We'll take care of this mess.
You go on topside, the night breeze will perk you right up."
Lynn rose, and eased her slim, sinuous hips along the narrow space between
the table and her seat ...
"Well, maybe you're right. I do feel a little warm. But tomorrow's dishes
are mine, all right?"
"You've got yourself a deal," laughed Kate.
Lynn moved up the companionway leading up to the deck, and then turned
again to her hosts.
"Really, it was delicious. I'm just sorry I couldn't do it justice."
Harry and Kate said nothing, but smiled affectionately at her, and she
turned to climb the short ladder leading out of the confining cabin into
the unhindered freshness of the moonlit, Caribbean night.
"Our guest seems to be a little upset about something," Harry grinned and
turned to run a hand suggestively up under his wife's dress on one of her
fleshy thighs.
Kate twisted herself on the seat, and arching her back to her powerful
husband, moaned seductively, "Ummm, baby ... She's not the only one."
"Hey, watch it, kiddo," Harry laughed. "What about those dishes we're
supposed to be doing?" Kate didn't answer, but instead, smiled and began
unfastening the top button on her husband's Bermuda shorts.
Coming up on deck, Lynn could make out the shadowed figure of Hans, the
Vera's husky captain, lounging in the back of the cockpit, one muscled arm
resting lightly on the wheel, the other slung lazily across the glistening
surface of the deck. She thought she could see the outline of a leer on his
face, and she knew his eyes were devouring every move of her petite,
seductive body. She hesitated, not knowing whether to acknowledge his
presence, and then turned abruptly, climbed out of the cockpit, and made
her way to the foredeck. She knew she could not allow herself to be alone
with the huge, sex-crazed sailor again. She wanted to throw herself on him,
to scratch his eyes out of his face, to beat him mercilessly as he had
beaten her, but she knew that he was far too strong for her. She quivered
with the intensity of her hate for him, and in an effort to still the
shaking of her voluptuous body, she sat on the edge of the raised
deckhouse, clasped her smooth arms tightly around her small body, and
stared fixedly at the faintly glimmering arch of water coursing off the
Vera's bow.
Oh Mark, she cried out silently, why did you let me come on this cruise
alone? She raised her head to the shimmering stars that filled the night
sky, and thought unconsciously of the incredible distances that lay between
herself and them, feeling a depth of loneliness she'd never before
experienced in her 30 years. The moon gazed impassively down on her through
its halo of invisible cirrus cloud formations, racing 24,000 feet above the
earth in a frenzied and unseen contest with a silently speeding jet stream.
The gentle surface breeze across the slightly chilled night sea played
ring-around-the-rosy with her soft blonde hair, and sent a slight chill
down her spine, making her close her eyes with an inaudible sigh.
Oh God, she thought to herself, what should I do? What can I do? The lovely
young wife knew she couldn't ignore the attack made on her by the Vera's
lust-maddened captain. She knew she must tell Harry Johnson, and that Harry
must go with her to the police, to make some kind of complaint, to put this
sex maniac in jail, or something. She couldn't just let the whole affair
pass unnoticed, acting as though nothing had happened. Harry had to be told
what kind of man he was employing, warned about the dangers his captain
posed not only to his guests, but to his own wife as well.
These thoughts raced around inside Lynn's beautiful head, playing tag all
the while with an undefined fear: a fear that to create an unpleasant scene
aboard the Vera, to involve the police, to prosecute Hans, would
automatically mean publicity. She knew that Harry Johnson was a very
private man, and she was terribly afraid that to create any kind of scandal
would destroy any willingness Harry had to cement his business deal with
her husband, Mark. And that was the most important thing occupying her
mind. If the deal fell through now, Lynn knew that it would be all her
fault. All Mark's plans, his ambitions, would be ruined simply because his
silly young wife had not known how to take care of herself. All his dreams
of success would be forfeit, and who knows what effect that would have on
their marriage. Lynn knew that she could not afford to create a scandal
aboard the Vera, and her mind reeled between the desire to exact some kind
of vengeance on the man who had so brutally violated her, and the fear that
to exact that vengeance might destroy all chance of helping her husband
take the next step upward on his all-important ladder of success.
Lynn lay down on the deck, trying to let the cool night air wash the
tension out of her, drain her of the worry, the shame, and above all, the
need to make a decision. Her delicate head rested uneasily on the deck,
framed between the rail of the ship and the small, open porthole sunk into
the teak wall of the raised deckhouse. Her arm hung over the side of the
ship, sprayed every so often by the wake created by the cutting edge of the
Vera's bow. Her imperceptibly quivering thighs spread themselves slightly,
easing the pressure on the two still-swollen lips of her recently violated
vagina, and a moist drop of Hans' sperm escaped unnoticed down between her
small, rounded buttocks. She moaned, unconsciously feeling the warm,
protective arms of her husband encircling her, giving her a security only
he could.
Mark, she sighed, I need you here with me. An aching desire filled her
breast as her thoughts turned from the torture of her present situation to
comforting visions of her husband. Lynn knew she had always needed him, had
needed him from the first time she had seen him. That first time at the New
Year's Eve party, all their dates together, and that first night when their
passionate love for each other had led them to the physical point of no
return.
Lynn sighed aloud, remembering with pleasure their first experience of the
joys of sexually giving themselves to each other completely. They had come
home from an early movie, still tingling from the petting and necking that
had occupied most of their attention in the film and in the car on the way
home. Lynn had been living at her parents' house, but they hadn't been home
that night, and the note they left said they wouldn't be back until very
late. Lynn and Mark had sauntered out into the small back-yard, clinging
together, rubbing thigh against thigh, shoulder and leg against shoulder
and leg. In the back, by the small greenhouse, before either of them knew
it, they were on the soft green grass, their shared lust consuming all 
rationality. Mark was kissing her, his feverish hands were unzipping her
dress, tearing off her flimsy brassiere and then his hand was suddenly
squeezing and cupping the softness of one of her nakedly-exposed breasts,
his lips leaving her mouth to suckle one trembling nipple hungrily. His
other hand was still peeling the dress from her hungry loins, down off her
writhing hips, down past her moist pubic hair, down her legs, and she ...
Lord, yes, she helped kick off her restraining silk panties. And then he
tore at his clothes making both of them naked, and Lynn gasped at the
immensity of his hard-swollen cock jutting so hugely from his loins. Then
he was between her legs, on top of her, and her brain was a seething
cauldron of uncontrollable desire. She called to him that she was a virgin,
but he was beyond hearing, and she ... yes, she was silently begging for
his huge penis to rip through her hymen and fill her moist pink-rimmed
pussy to its fullest, to surge into her untouched young belly, slide
through the hair-covered, desire-moistened valley and fill her with his
throbbing hardness. She was ready, and her hair flailed around her moaning
face, her taut young breasts trembling on her chest as she prepared herself
for him, for the first taste of masculine entrance.
And then he was there, his cock roaring up inside her like a rampaging
animal, and great billows of intense pleasure swirled through her loins. He
heaved and pumped, and she bucked wildly against him, instinctively locking
her legs around his churning buttocks and crying out for more, farther,
deeper. Finally, with a scream erupting from the two of them together, he
had filled her hotly sucking young vagina with boiling, surging spurts of
liquid fire in an overwhelming, never-ending flow.
Lynn opened her eyes, surprised to find she was still on the deck of the
gently tossing Vera, and not in her own back-yard, lying quietly with Mark
in the sudden stillness of their spent passions. She didn't have to look
down at her lightly clothed body to know that her nipples were hard now, as
they had been on that night, or that her pubic hair was moist from the
lubrication which her mental images had caused her quivering cunt to
secrete. She was aroused, aroused as she always was whenever she thought
about her husband Mark and making love with him. And then the reality of
her present position painfully forced its way back into the upper levels of
her consciousness, causing her to tense again with the difficulty of her
decision.
Should she complain to Harry, force him to do something about the violent
attack his captain had made on her? Or would that simply create an
impossible situation aboard the Vera, a situation that would antagonize
Harry, anger him, make him think twice about conducting a business deal
with a man whose wife did not even have sense enough to keep herself from
getting raped? Lynn twisted on the deck in indecision. Surely she should
have known better than to go with Hans to his cabin, surely she could have 
done something to stop his crazed attack, unless ...
Lynn turned away from the rail, tortured by the doubts in her mind, wracked
by the fear that perhaps she had done nothing because she had secretly
wanted Hans to take her, had wanted his huge cock thundering up her
helplessly gaping vaginal passage, spewing forth its searing load into the
deepest part of her soft belly ...
God, No! she cried to herself, No, that can't be! It can't! The voluptuous
young wife pulled her knees up to her small heaving breasts, trying again
to think of her husband, trying to rid herself of the unpleasant suspicions
she knew in her heart must be untrue. Gradually the trembling woman grew
quieter, the pounding in her breast lessened, and she began to let the
rocking of the Vera lull her again into a more relaxed state. She lowered
her knees, letting the tension flow out of them with the realization that
she hadn't invited Hans' cruel attack, hadn't welcomed it, and, she
thought, had only responded in order to lessen the incredible pain he was
inflicting on her.
The petite young girl gazed up at the night sky, trying to recapture the
feel of her husband's warm body up between her thighs, his head lowered on
her shoulder in the aftermath of their passionate love-making. She was
aware now of the myriad night sea-sounds that surrounded her on all sides;
the gentle swish of the sea as it sluiced past the bow of the Vera, the
incessant metallic tapping of the wire halyard against the boat's aluminum
flag pole, the hum of the powerful engines below decks. And something else.
As she listened, she gradually noticed other sounds, human sounds, voices,
coming from the porthole beside her head. Of course. Kate and Harry in the
cabin below, washing the dishes from the evening meal. Indistinguishable at
first, they became clearer, and if she listened closely she could almost
...
A sudden shiver ran down Lynn's spine as she finally realized the nature of
the sounds. Unbelieving, she froze in the indecision of whether to run
away, to find some secluded corner of the boat where she would not be able
to hear, or else stay quietly and avoid discovery. For the sounds she heard
clearly now, coming from the cabin below, were the unmistakable passionate
cries of two people lost in frenzied sexual abandon.
"Oh, Harry! Ohhh, yes! Yes! You've got such a beautiful hard cock! I love
it inside, love it filling my cunt! Ohhhh! Fuck me, Harry, fuck me like
this forever! Ohhhhh!"
Lynn felt an incredible dryness in her mouth and throat as she heard the
lewd exchange of words. She wanted to get up and run, to escape the vile,
disgusting talk which had suddenly invaded her ears, but her legs wouldn't 
move.
"Ohhhh, Kate, Kate!" came the panting voice of Harry Johnson. "Wrap your
legs around me and pump your pussy on my cock! That's it, keep pumping me!
Ahhhhh!"
Torturously, as if she needed to reassure herself that her mind was not
playing tricks on her, that her ears could be believed, Lynn held her
breath, waiting for the next terrible outrage to be committed on all that
was sweet and good.
"Ahhhhh!" Kate cried out abandonedly. "Fuck up into me with your cock like
that again, Harry! Ahhhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhhh!"
Lynn was perspiring freely now, her body wet underneath her light summer
dress, beads of cold perspiration running down between her tightly
constricted chest and belly to her cunt below which was tingling madly,
salaciously, wickedly; for a moment she thought she was going to faint. A
sudden wave of excitement was sweeping over her, making her confuse for one
delicious moment what was going on in the cabin below with what had
happened by the small greenhouse of her parents' back yard so long ago. She
was exchanging places with her hostess in her imagination, and it was she
that was getting fucked so beautifully rather than Kate. She tried to clear
her senses, for she felt dirty, betrayed--and yet the passion climbed
steadily, building faster and faster in a tornado that threatened to take
command of her now awakened loins.
Transfixed by her own inner sensations, Lynn was unable to stop herself
from being drawn to the porthole, carefully leaning forward across the
deck. Her mind of boiling emotions prodded her, the lucidity of what she
was doing and the self-loathing she experienced because of it fused
together with the incoherency of mingling the reality of now with the
dreams of Mark and herself.
She lay now with her head opposite the porthole and, guiltily, reached out
to open the already ajar window. She gasped with a sudden intake of breath,
and stared wide-eyed at the writhing, crashing couple on the bunk below, at
the carnal, lewd side-show of her host and hostess ... Her mouth opened and
she breathed raggedly but silently, and her vagina began to beat with an
insistent pulsation, causing a flowing wetness of spiraling arousal down
between her legs.
Kate Johnson, her full, beautifully sculpted body completely naked, lay on
her back with her slender legs raised high in the air, her ankles and feet
spread wide and straining to touch the ceiling. And her husband, his
muscled body glistening with sweat, was astride her like a rider breaking a
wild mare, his firm, hard buttocks charging powerfully up between her open
thighs in a rhythm as old as man itself, and he had his lips tightly
fastened to one of the girl's tender budding breasts. There was the soft
slap of their naked flesh meeting, and the wet surge of Harry's hard,
shining cock penetrating her hungrily clasping cunt, and the ecstatic
expressions of sheer delight on both their faces as they heaved and bucked,
flexed and jerked. One of her slim hands was pressed hard into her
husband's muscular driving buttocks, down in the crevice between his
cheeks, and her finger was slowly revolving inside his arched, clearly
visible anus, following the tempo of his strokes by fucking his rectum in
return.
Lynn's brain reeled convulsively, unable to understand her fascination at
the spectacle. No, she cried silently, I shouldn't watch this. NO! But her
eyes were frozen to the scene like warm lips onto icy cold metal.
Harry ceased his powerful drubbing of his wife's cunt, and drew back, the
wetly glistening shaft of his hardened cock in full view now to Lynn. He
knelt, his glistening red penis still poised at the hungry mouth of Kate's
hair-fringed pussy, leering and panting down at her. She moaned and jerked
uncontrollably.
"Say it," he demanded harshly. "Say that you want me to fuck you!"
"I did! I did already, Harry, honey!" Kate moaned, panting.
"More! Beg for my cock! Beg for my cock to cum inside that hot cunt of
yours!"
"Yes! Yes, Harry! Shoot my pussy deep and full! Fill me up! You know that I
love your hot cum inside me! It makes me cum! Ohhh, please, bury your cock
in me again, lover, bury it until it shoots!"
Lynn watched in horrified fascination at the sweating man's gleaming
expanse of penis which throbbed lasciviously in the light, and the way her
lewdly squirming hostess seemed to be mesmerized by the rigidly palpitating
rod of flesh ...
Then, with a leer of triumphal pleasure, the powerful used-car salesman
levered downwards again, sinking his lust-heated penis far up into Kate's
expanded belly, and Lynn heard her emit a low, almost painful squeal that
made her wince from the harsh force it echoed. And in Lynn's empathetic
weakened state, it was as if Mark was in there, driving his large penis
into her vagina, as though she was lying beneath his crushing weight and
not her boss's wife.
Harry was hammering fiercely into his wife's wide-splayed cunt now, his
lips once more fastened on her pointed, bursting nipple. And as Lynn
watched her hostess being fucked within an inch of her life, she began to
lose the last vestiges of self-control. Her mind was drugged by the
debauch, beclouded by the miasma of heat and fire and remembrances of long
ago, and though a dim voice somewhere in the back of her mind tried to tell
her to stop watching, she was past all rational thought and action, and her
flesh was entirely separate from any restrictions her mind might have
wished to place on it.
Her right hand slid down along her trembling body, down the flat plane of
her sides, across her trembling stomach to rest on the moistened mound of
her awakening pussy. Passion was melting in her loins, flowing through her
blood, and her other hand pressed her breast of its own volition, making
her gasp as her thumb and forefinger gently rolled the now sensitive hard
nipple around and around.
Her own mewlings, soft as they were, were still loud enough to have been
heard by the couple below had they been listening. But they were
incoherently thrashing on the double bunk in wild abandonment, and Lynn
could have screamed herself hoarse and probably not have bothered them in
the least. She gathered the hem of her light dress and raised it to her
waist, sliding one trembling hand under the tight elastic waist band of her
panties and caressing her moist, sparsely-haired cuntal mound. The
triangular center of her abject desires was now totally open to her eagerly
searching fingers as she splayed wide her slim legs, tucking her dress
around her waist, and the young wife rubbed her vagina's wetly inflamed
lips as she had done in times previous. Only this time she knew it was
worse, far worse, far more evil and perverted because she was doing it
while watching the salacious fucking in the cabin below.
"Ohhhhh, Harry, faster! Faster!" Kate chanted on the bunk. "I'm almost
there, Harry ... I'm almost ready to climax! Ohhhh! Cum! Cum! Cum!"
"Ohhhhh" the writhing man wailed in response. "Yes! Yes!" And he arched and
bucked his body against hers in a renewed onslaught to their mutual
orgasms.
Lynn rubbed harder and harder now, her middle finger sliding along the wet,
softly protuberant cunt-lip, teasing her clitoris by running a nail around
the erect, quivering little feminine phallus, feeling wave after wave of
consuming pleasure ripple through her. She dropped her left hand from her
breasts and insinuated first one, then two, and at last three fingers in
the moistly glistening cunt-hole between her lewdly spasming thighs. In and
out ... in and out, in a mockery of the sex act she was staring at so
intently. In and out ... straining her body for the release she felt 
imminent.
"Oooooh, yesss, ooooh, yesss," Kate chanted over and over as Harry
ceaselessly slammed his throbbing, expanding cock deep into her nakedly
rounded belly with long hard lunges. Lynn's boss could feel the hot white
cum boiling inside his heated balls as they beat wildly against his wife's
upturned ass-cheeks. He grunted savagely and quickened his stroke, grinding
hard and deep until his cock bored far up into the hidden, untouched
recesses of her womb. Her breasts heaved and quivered up against the
pressure of his chest, the desire-hardened nipples digging into his skin
like tiny buttons.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Kate screamed. Nothing mattered to her now but the
delicious waves of stormy feeling in her aching cunt as her husband's thick
cock drove in and out of her hotly clutching vagina, all the way until the
blood-engorged head collided with her cervix deep inside with every
powerful, pile-driving stroke.
Suddenly, Lynn saw Kate shiver under her husband's brutal assault.
"Oh, God! ... Yes, yesss, I'm cummmmming!" she cried, "Oh, God, I'm
cummming, nowwww!" With a deep-throated groan, Kate's body stiffened and
began vibrating uncontrollably, wet white cum oozing from the throbbing
passage and drowning Harry's hugely impaling member with its sticky warmth.
The pounding man above her went berserk as she grunted out her climax
against his cum-soaked pelvis, her body jerking spasmodically up against
him. He wildly shoved his tongue far down her throat as his harshly
kneading hands pulled the wide-spread cheeks of her clenching buttocks hard
up against his grinding pelvis and he rammed his exploding cock all the way
to the hilt into the depths of her soft unresisting cunt.
Kate thought her insides were about to split as she felt the head of the
deep-sunk cock flex and flare into a hugeness that threatened to tear into
her belly. Then, suddenly, he erupted, his thick hot liquid shooting deep
up into her widely stretched womb, mixing deliciously with the juices of
her own sensuality. Her mind whirled in a seemingly endless orgasm as the
powerful, burning, squirts surged deep inside her, filling her to
overflowing with its hot sticky whiteness. The fiery, drenched walls of her
cunt clasped and unclasped wildly around it, working and sucking at his
penis as though trying to milk him dry. More and more cum flowed wetly out
around his still driving penis, spilling down into the soft, excitedly
clenching crevice of her buttocks and flooding over his emptying balls and
the base of his convulsing cock as he fucked relentlessly into her.
Dazzling flashes of light filled her head as she breathed in short,
desperate gasps, their mingled fluids flowing in unchecked spurts down the 
full quivering moons of her uncontrollably jerking buttocks.
Lynn saw Kate reach frantically under her squirming buttocks with both
hands, and begin to desperately milk at the dancing balls pressed into the
split of her quivering ass-cheeks. Her legs jerked out, trembling insanely
into the air around Harry's shoulders. The giant cock still continued to
throb and flex, jerking its completion in hot white spurts, filling her
womb and soaking the soft brown pubic hair it was buried in.
Lynn stared at the lewd stream of ejaculations running down between Kate's
wide-split buttocks, and just as Harry's cum triggered his wife's orgasm,
so too did it set off her own climax. The lovely, bewitched young wife
strained and stretched her limbs to the point of aching, and she lifted
herself off the deck in a trembling, spasming arch of completion, grasping
her cunt with both hands tightly and squeezing and rubbing and clawing ...
I'm cumming! ... Oh, I'm cumming, with everything I have, just the way I do
with Mark ... Aaaaggggghhhhh!!!
Her small, delicious body jerked upwards in contorted pleasure as the
violence of her climax washed over her. Then, drained and exhausted by the
enormous release of her sexual tensions, she collapsed back onto the deck,
breathing harshly. Her shivering cunt contracted spasmodically again and
again as the intensity of her self-manipulated climax began to ebb. Fogged
noises came dully to her ringing ears, were beaten back, and renewed their
attack to finally break in upon her consciousness with terrifying reality.
The sheer sickness of her voyeurism froze the fingers still lying prisoner
in her oozing cunt, and she slowly removed them as though trying to avoid
any further contact with her passion-aroused vaginal lips. With a muffled
cry, she rose quickly to her feet and made her way to the foremost point of
the bow, and sank to her knees steadying herself on the railing.
God! What is wrong with me? I must be sick! she thought to herself. Mark? I
need you!
The distraught young woman clenched her hands on the railing struggling to
rid herself of the pangs of shame coursing through her voluptuous young
body. She had masturbated many times before, but never this way; never
while being vicariously excited by the sexual contortions of another
couple. She loosened her hold on the railing, and rested her palms on the
gently undulating deck of the Vera. Her mind gradually took control,
subjugating the fierceness of her aroused passions. She discovered her face
was streaming with tears, and quickly wiped her eyes on the hem of her
dress. Her body stopped its shaking, and was suddenly filled with a deathly
silence. And yet not a total silence. Something echoed with undeniable
finality through the empty silence gripping her soul ... what was it? ... 
something Hans had said only this afternoon ...
There's no turning back now. You've been introduced to a whole new world,
and you know something? You ain't seen nothing yet.
Was it true? No, please God, it can't be, Lynn prayed.
And all the while, Hans sat in his cockpit, ears attuned to the sounds of
his employers in the cabin below, eyes fixed on the unmistakably suggestive
movements of Lynn's body silhouetted against the dim night sky, and a very
lewd and knowing smile twisting his moist, half-open lips.
Chapter 6
Harry Johnson stood up, threw his half-finished cigarette over the side,
and tried to stretch away the stiffness the cool morning air had let invade
his muscular body. The horizon was just beginning to be visible, a very
faint, almost indiscernible difference in color between sea and sky. The
sun was still almost thirty minutes away, but already a faint glow could be
seen in the east, giving the promise of another beautiful Caribbean day.
Probably another hot one, Harry thought to himself, but that's the best
kind.
He was in good spirits. The Vera had had absolutely no problems on her
maiden voyage, which he knew was unusual for any boat. The morning air
caused his body to tingle with the excitement of the impending day, and the
light and steady wind circled in disturbed streams around his standing
figure, cleansing it, freeing it of any and all cares. All cares, that is,
except one. Lynn Shaffer.
Harry was slightly worried about Lynn, but only slightly. She had seemed
very disturbed last night when she'd gone to bed, and he hoped Hans had not
overdone the job he was supposed to do. Of course, Harry had no idea what
had really happened between his captain and the lovely young blonde in the
fo'c'sle, nor did he realize that Lynn had also been disturbed by the sight
of Kate and himself fucking away on the bunk in the main cabin the night
before. His thoughts centered not on the past, but on the future; with only
12 or so hours left until they reached Nassau, he knew he would have to act
fast. As his mind imagined the sensuous, undulating body of Lynn Shaffer,
Harry felt his cock quiver in anticipation.
He had been planning to go to her cabin the night before, to comfort her,
of course. And then to comfort her more, of course, and in more explicit
ways. But he'd been kept busy the whole damn night by his wife, who'd
teased and pleased his thoughts away from anything else besides her own, 
deliciously seductive body. Oh hell, Harry grinned to himself, satiated for
the time being, there is no way I'm going to leave for one minute when
Kate's really in heat.
But it was now a new day, and every new day brought new challenges, and
Harry's new challenge of the day was Lynn Shaffer. He made himself a vow,
raising his hand comically in a mock oath to the still absent sun, that
before this day was over, he would have Lynn Shaffer's tight little pussy
pinned up in his trophy case with all the others. He grinned lewdly, some
strange connection being drawn in his mind between the locks of hair which
Indians hung on their belts to signify their prowess, and the locks of hair
he himself had taken, though admittedly in a somewhat less violent way.
"Good morning, Harry."
Johnson turned quickly, and even a little guiltily, as his thoughts of Lynn
Shaffer's small, susceptible body were interrupted by the voice of Lynn
herself.
"Oh, good morning, Lynn! I didn't see you come up."
"I came up the aft companionway." Lynn stretched her arms to the lessening
darkness above her head, and her mouth opened in an uncontrollable yawn.
"Oh my ..." she said, trying ineffectually to stop the yawn with one tiny
hand.
"Still tired?" Harry asked, smiling.
"I guess I must be a little bit." Lynn admitted. "I couldn't seem to get to
sleep last night."
"Well, it's only 5 o'clock, you can still catch forty winks."
"Oh no, I came up to catch the sunrise. I can never get back to sleep after
I've gotten up anyway."
Harry smiled at her, trying to keep his eyes from boring under the robe she
was wearing, trying to imagine if she was wearing anything under that robe.
Lynn turned away and glanced towards the east, to where the sky was paling
now, spreading just the hint of pastel along half the horizon. She breathed
deeply, trying to let the cool air relieve her small muscles of the tension
that had kept her awake all night. Luckily Harry had had the watch this
morning. She had waited until Hans had gone to his cabin at 4 a.m. before
she had felt safe enough to come on deck. And even then she waited, trying 
to resolve the conflict which had been torturing her the entire night. She
had finally made up her mind to confide in Harry, to explain to him that
while she wanted no publicity to cause him any embarrassment, she felt that
Hans should be punished for the brutal rape he had made upon her. She'd
also decided, though, that she would leave the matter in his hands, and
that he could use his own good judgment as to what to do. In this way, Lynn
felt sure she would avoid any ill feeling on his part, any antagonism which
might have repercussions on her husband's business deal. She had no idea,
of course, that no amount of scandal could persuade Harry to pass up the
deal he was getting on Mark's car lot, to pass up the opportunity of
selling that choice bit of real estate to the city for triple what it was
going to cost him.
Lynn turned to Harry, and found him sitting by the wheel, his eyes upon
her. He smiled gently at her, and she took this as an invitation to rid
herself of the worry that had threatened to drive her crazy the last 12
hours. Surely this kind man would be able to help her, to take the awful
burden of decision from her small, helpless shoulders.
"Harry, I'd like to talk with you about something," she started hesitantly,
and then turned away, unable to find the right tack upon which to begin.
Harry's eyes never left her. He knew instinctively that his "Uncle Harry"
ploy had worked again, and that this distraught, delicious, young girl was
going to come to him for comfort. A chill ran dot his spine as he imagined
how the conversation would go, and he dismissed the inconvenience of his
having to stand watch imposed on the situation, knowing full well that
nothing could stop him from the sexual feast that awaited him now.
"What is it, Lynn?" Harry said, somehow managing to hide his lewd thoughts
behind a mask of concern. "Is something the matter?"
The voluptuous bookkeeper didn't answer, couldn't answer now as the shame
and humiliation of that afternoon in Hans' cabin rushed back again through
her mind with paralyzing force. She shook her head, trying to fend off the
tears she knew were going to come any second, trying to maintain some
semblance of control over her emotions. Finally, she let herself go,
sinking on the seat across the cockpit from Harry, letting the tears stream
down her cheeks with unashamed vigor. She had wanted to be rational,
collected, when she talked with Harry, and now ... maybe she was just a
little kid like Mark said ... maybe she couldn't take care of herself ...
maybe ...
"Lynn? Hey, listen, what's the matter," said Harry, barely able to hide the
sexual arousal he was beginning to feel as he watched Lynn's defenses
crumble before him like the conquered battlements of some medieval castle. 
"What's wrong?"
Harry stood up, and flicked the small lever that locked the wheel onto its
present course. He quickly crossed to his helpless employee, and sat on the
seat next to her. He shivered from the closeness of her tiny body, and
barely stifled a moan as he glanced quickly down into the "vee" of her
robe, and saw that her delicately rounded breasts were unprotected by a
brassiere of any kind. They heaved with enticing jerks as Lynn tried to
control her sobbing, and it was all Harry could do not to reach out and cup
one of them softly in his powerful hand.
Instead, he put his hands tentatively on Lynn's shoulders, and felt through
her robe as she started slightly. He kept his voice soothing, and
reassuring, as he quickly began to widen his advantage.
"Lynn, there must be something very wrong for you to be this upset. Why
don't you just dry your eyes ... come on, here's a handkerchief ... that's
it ... that's a good girl ... now why don't you just tell me what it is
that's bothering you so much."
Lynn hesitated, still wracked by the waning spasms of her weeping, and
remained with her back to her powerful boss.
"Oh, Mr. Johnson ... Harry ... I don't know. I mean I do know ... but I
don't know how to tell you." Lynn felt the sobs coming again, and was again
powerless to stop them.
"Come on there ... hey now ... come on now ..." Harry crooned, his hands
beginning to run reassuring rhythms along the fleshy upper parts of her two
slender arms. All at once, Harry was surprised to find Lynn in his arms,
cradled against his powerful chest like a daughter snuggling into her
father's protective embrace, and even he didn't know how she had gotten
there. His dormant cock stirred instantly at the unbearably tantalizing
sensations caused by Lynn's long blonde hair against his chin and neck.
Immediately, Harry's arms enfolded her, which reassured the unaware young
woman, and excited Harry himself tremendously.
"That's all right ... calm down now ... take it easy." His voice sang a
soothing lullaby, and his hands and arms pressed into Lynn's soft, pliable
young body with increasing fervor.
Gradually, Lynn felt the sobbing ebb, felt her mind again asserting itself.
She also felt Harry's arms around her, giving her a warm, little-girl
feeling, felt his chest moving as he breathed, felt his words coursing over
her in waves of comfort. She closed her eyes, letting the tension drain out
of her, trying to isolate and understand the vague sensations running along
her bones and skin. She attributed them to the relaxation that overcame her
supple body now, and they began to center unhindered in the soft inner
reaches of her moist pink cunt.
"Harry, I've got to tell you something ... and I hope you won't be too
upset."
"That's all right Lynn, dear, you just rest quiet for a while, and then
tell me all about it later."
Lynn surrendered herself to the suggestions of this warm, understanding
man. She lay a few moments more with her head against Harry's muscular
chest, and let her mind go wherever it wanted. Her mind seemed to be able
to concentrate on nothing besides the soothing, father-like caresses Harry
was sending like gifts to her keyed-up body. She sighed softly with
pleasure, happy now that she had found someone to talk to ... to trust. The
tingling of her loins became a low, quiet, sensation of pleasure which
permeated her entire body, enveloping her in a blissful feeling of
well-being. And then she gradually became aware that she was beginning to
feel more, much more.
The aroused young woman quickly extricated herself from the confining hold
of the powerful man beside her, and brushed her disheveled hair back into
some semblance of order.
"Harry, I've got to tell you this ... I've got to tell you something about
Hans."
Harry kept his right arm carelessly touching Lynn's shoulder, while his
left hand began to pat her knee and lower thigh in a fatherly way.
"Lynn, do you feel up to talking about it now?"
The voluptuous young housewife tried to say that she was indeed up to it,
but nothing came out. She was aware only of the hand on her flesh, not
patting now, but gently, almost imperceptibly, massaging. A shudder ran up
her spine, caused by the pressure on her smooth, perfectly formed thigh,
and also by the manly scent emanating from the nearness of Harry's
conditioned body. She sensed, rather than felt, the excitement that was
coursing through Harry's body. Then glanced surreptitiously down at him,
and gasped under her breath as she saw the bulge in his pants that could
only be caused by one thing, a rock-hard cock straining to free itself.
The robe-clad woman stiffened slightly, and tried to move away from the
caresses of her boss. But Harry held her easily with his right hand, and
his left sank suggestively a little lower on the inside of her thigh while 
his eyes held hers with their gaze.
"Lynn, you're a beautiful girl, and I hate to see you upset. I hate to see
you crying like you were just now. I wish I could do something to help, to
calm you down, to help you relax. Do you think I could? Do you think I
could do that? Help you relax ... relax ... and calm down? Could I do that
... Hmmmmm?"
Lynn was transfixed as she stared into Harry's hypnotizing eyes. She felt
his hand up between her trembling thighs now, kneading them, stroking them,
threatening to turn the slumbering fires in her loins to raging storms. She
now felt trembles of pleasure surge through her body, up in between her
ivory-hued breasts, and down again to the quivering walls of her clasping,
grasping, vagina. But she could do nothing. She couldn't open her mouth.
Her surprise at again finding herself involved sexually with a man not her
husband, and again not being able to ignore the incredibly pleasurable
throbbing, froze her mind to everything but the physical sensations now
streaming in to her consciousness.
Suddenly, Harry's right hand moved quickly around and turned Lynn's
delicate face to him. She gasped with the force of his move, and as her
mouth opened he covered it with his own, forcing his swiftly darting tongue
deep into her resisting cavity. She desperately tried to free herself, and
then as quickly, thrust herself into his arms, lancing her own tongue at
his, and encircling it in the darkness of her frantically moving mouth.
Harry gasped with surprise at the unexpected response from his aroused
young bookkeeper, and then flexed his hands into the softness of her flesh.
She moaned in pleasure, and Harry's hands moved over her body, along the
narrowness of her waist, over the voluptuously rounded curve of her hips
and into the naked hardness of her cuntal valley below. She clutched his
hand as his fingers gathered the folds of her robe and he reached to touch
the crease of her hot loins.
"No, Harry, my God, what am I doing?" Lynn cried, suddenly coming to her
senses. "Stop! No! Please!"
Harry didn't answer, simply freed his hand from her grasp, and began
brushing his fingers lightly over the moistening lips of her shivering
vagina.
"Aaaahhh!" Lynn sighed, beginning to lose all control over her actions,
beginning to forget her resolve, her pride, even her husband, as her mind
became attuned to one thing, and one thing only: the blistering heat
generated by the expertly moving hands of her passion-aroused host.
"Does that feel good, Lynn dear?" Harry panted, "Do you want me to keep
on?"
"Oh God, yes ... yes ..." Lynn managed to get out. She was a totally
aroused female now, straining with desire after only a few minutes of
sexual manipulation. She was tortured now with the effort, not of trying to
impose her reason on the mindless passion that was overcoming her, but
trying to keep that reason at bay, trying to keep it away long enough so
that her body might be satisfied sexually.
"Do you want me to go on, baby?" Harry asked, drawing his hand out from
underneath her parted robe.
"Yes ... please ... yes ..." the luscious young blonde moaned.
"Then you're going to have to do something for me first." With a groan,
Harry shifted himself on the seat, and unzipped the zipper on his bulging
pants. "Now, go on dear, take out my cock."
An undesired shudder of sensual excitement quivered through the young girl
at his command, yet she couldn't do as he asked. She fought the pin-pricks
of sensation which rose up through her belly. "No, please ..."
Once again Harry reached over for her, well aware of the hopeless battle
raging within his aroused young guest. He slid his hand under her robe and
along the soft, warm flesh of her inner thigh and she merely moaned, no
longer trying to stop him.
With thumb and forefinger he spread the fleshy lips of golden pubic hair
lining the outside of her moist, pink cunt. Lynn sat back, holding her
breath, still unable to offer more than token resistance to his hands
coursing over her body. The exquisite feeling of air rushing over the
rising bud of her clitoris rippled through her now jelly-like muscles and
out into the nipples of her excitedly heaving breasts, destroying all
feeling of debasement, humiliation, or anything else but the delightful
pleasures building within her. The straining thighs relaxed and parted
loosely as she turned toward Harry with a low, surrendering moan, as if her
mind were separate from her body.
Her hand moved across his pants and slid inside his open fly and clasped
his heavy, thick cock. And to her horrified amazement, she found that her
fingers, of their own volition, were pushing his jockey shorts aside and
bringing the hard, fleshy rod out of its prison, out until it stood up
menacingly and erect, her long fingers wrapping themselves lovingly around
it.
"Ahhh, that's it, baby," Harry grunted. He undid his belt and top trouser
button, and allowed Lynn to slide his pants down, and then his shorts. Now
he was sitting nakedly displayed on the cockpit seat. In spite of her
revulsion, something made Lynn caress and stroke his throbbing cock,
manipulating the long foreskin up and down over the angry red coronal rim.
She slid her hand down the hotly throbbing shaft to its base and then
below, to cup and squeeze his sperm-bloated testicles reverently, cradling
them with inherent affection, then trailing back up to pinch at the
beautifully formed rod of aching male-flesh with tiny, nipping pressures.
Her hips ground of their own volition hotly down against the seat and she
heard her own purring, animal-like sounds emitting painfully from between
her passion-clenched teeth. She couldn't believe it! Yet, it was happening
to her, by her ... What is wrong with me? she thought confusedly. I can't
stop myself ... I want to touch his penis! I have to touch it ... ooooh,
God!
Harry sat back, not touching her now, luxuriating in the submission that
had fully overtaken the girl. She was kissing his neck, his cheek, his ears
and eyes and lips, her hot, wet, little tongue licking at him wildly ...
not knowing or caring any longer what spell had come over her, her glazed
mind filled only with the credo of his magnificent cock.
Harry was mesmerized with the breathtaking loveliness of the young blonde.
Her firm, sleek body was an entrancing combination of swelling breasts and
thighs, and he gaped at the velvet-like, honey-covered silken down that she
was exploring gently with her fingers now, the junction of her slightly
spread thighs. The thin, pink, hair-lined slit running the full length of
her openly spread cunt caused his mouth to water, and his tongue flicked
over his lips in keen anticipation as he watched the glassy expression in
her eyes.
"Get down between my legs," Harry ordered, watching her small young breasts
dance and her lush, rounded buttocks sway as she crawled on all fours to
his command, her beautiful long blonde tresses pouring down over her
shoulders like a cascading, golden waterfall. "Now lick my cock, baby. Put
my cock in your mouth and suck ..."
And she did, even though this was one of the things she had never done to a
man before; making him cum with her hand was one thing -- but kissing a man
on his penis was something only perverts did, only sick people! But I must
be sick ... I can't help myself ... I want to suck his cock, just like he
wants ... Dear God ...
Lynn lavished Harry's quivering shaft before her with her warm, wet tongue,
brushing and grazing from its base along its blood-thickened underside up 
to its lust-hardened cock-head, sucking, playing, kissing with long hungry
strokes ... then back down to its base and to the black-haired pubic growth
and then lower, down around the distended, bloated sac of his testicles,
hot from their load of sperm. Ohhh, I love it! I love it!
Her first taste of pungent male spice instigated wild tremors of delight in
her young body, and she uncontrollably balanced herself on one arm while
she reached back with her other and slowly, tenderly felt her breasts and
nipples, belly and thighs. Ohhh ... Lynn was wild with frenzy, her stomach
and vagina churning now with a spasming need that she had never dreamed
existed and which was driving her to the point of orgasmic madness. God ...
she loved this! Quickly she trailed her tongue back over Harry's
hair-covered balls and along the heavily throbbing shaft to its lewdly
bobbing head, and with a tiny groan, slipped her lips wetly down over it.
God! She wanted to suck his thick male sperm down into her throat and
belly!
She began to suck and lick in earnest now, and though a small shudder of
revulsion at what she was allowing herself to do passed through her
momentarily, she realized that the exquisite deliciousness of Harry's cock
was too much to resist. She felt the wiry hair of his loins rub against her
with every thrust, and as greater sensations of abandoned ecstasy grew to
burn her vagina still hotter, nothing mattered but the sweet agony of the
lewd desires which rippled through her almost-naked flesh.
Dear God! This isn't happening! her mind kept repeating over and over, but
she knew it was, and the pungent odors of Harry's lust-engorged cock
slithering in and out of her lips stung her flared nostrils and she began
to insanely run her tongue faster over his hotly pulsating shaft and
bulging cock-head. She may be sick, she thought crazily, but she didn't
want this to stop! Her cunt contracted involuntarily as the lascivious
thought raced out of control through her passion-fogged mind.
"Now, baby," Harry hissed down at her, "beg for it."
"Mmmmmm," Lynn mewled, her mouth still ovalled tautly around his throbbing
hardness. "Ohhh, yes ... yes ..." Her words were muffled and indistinct,
but deeply felt, for all control of her body was gone.
"Beg me to cum in your mouth, baby," he commanded, continuing to grind his
cock into her wet quivering throat.
"Ohhh, yes ... cum in my mouth!" she babbled, the thought of her own lips
spewing out those lewd desires for the first time in her life sending new
lascivious thrills racing through her.
Harry Johnson felt the softness of her tongue swirling around the apex of
his penis and flicking magically all around his shaft, and he flexed his
buttocks, watching the girl's honey-blonde head bob crazily up and down as
she worked her mouth around his still swelling, hammering cock. It was a
masterful sight, he thought, watching it, though he wondered why she didn't
choke. Great whirls of heat were building in the sac of his testicles, and
he could see tiny rivulets of perspiration rolling in thin droplets from
the side of Lynn's firm, white-skinned body.
"Suck me, baby, suck me harder!"
In a wild, maniacal need for fulfillment, Lynn sucked his lust-hardened
penis like a wanton whore, and the thickly pummeling instrument disappeared
in strange, lengthening fusion with her face as Harry drove upward with
hollowing buttocks, sinking his penis far up into the tormented young
housewife's open mouth until his pubic hair brushed the tip of her nose.
His sperm-bloated balls danced lewdly beneath, slapping in unison with his
thrusts hard against her upraised chin. Then, his climax rolling out of his
balls like a thunder-cloud out of the sky, Harry suddenly jerked his cock
from her roundly sucking lips, holding his huge, red glans about two inches
away from her ovalled mouth.
"Oh, no Harry ... please, I want it! I must have it!" pleaded the stricken
girl, groaning with the agonizing and overpowering fire of her unfulfilled
lust fanning out of control in her pulsating cunt, and tried to pull him to
her, her mouth gaping at his wildly jumping cock.
But before she could close her widely open lips over his cock again, it
began to spew hot, sticky cum directly into the searching cavern of her
mouth, and the thick, quick spurts streamed lewdly from the dancing tip
filling her waiting mouth to the brim. She swallowed voraciously, trying
not to lose a drop of the hot, lust-inciting fluid, rapidly attempting to
keep up with the wildly ejaculating cock squirting its load of lewd male
cum into her face. Harry throbbed out the last of his cock's stream of
semen, and then a thin string of sticky white fluid ran from its blunt head
to her glistening wet lips as Lynn desperately moved forward to take the
deflating shaft between her closed lips.
And then Harry leaned back, gasping contentedly. "Ahhh," he murmured. "Not
bad, not bad."
"Ohhhh," Lynn mewled. She had almost been ready to cum when she felt
Harry's hot sperm spewing deep in her mouth and throat in great, gushing
torrents and the way it billowed heat in her stomach when she was
swallowing the white, burning ejaculations -- but she was still just
seconds away.
"Oh, Harry ... please ... I need ... please ..." she moaned incoherently.
Harry looked down on her and smiled at her through his satiation. There
would be other times, he thought, and it was better not to satisfy her
completely in the beginning.
"Oh, Lynn, dear, I'm sorry ... I just can't. I'm exhausted." He smiled,
knowing he could empty his loaded cock into her cunt five times before he
would even begin to feel it.
Lynn squirmed on the deck in her frustration, and then abruptly stood up,
gathering her robe around her. Hysterically, she made her way tripping out
of the cockpit, aware of Harry's eyes on her, aware now of the shame of
what she had done, unable to keep the unendurable pangs of humiliation from
stabbing their way like razor knives into the tortured recesses of her
mind.
And then she saw a movement, halfway up the deck. She froze in panic,
nothing in her mind now except fear, the overwhelming fear of having done
something incredibly wrong, and having been discovered at it.
For what she thought she'd seen, what she hoped above all hope that she
hadn't seen, was the furtive figure of Hans Piemmel, the captain of the
Vera, disappearing down the fore companionway with the unmistakable outline
of a camera in his hand.
Chapter 7
Hans Piemmel had gone to bed as soon as Harry relieved him from the watch,
and had fallen asleep immediately. But only an hour later he woke, prodded
to consciousness by his sailor's ear, an ear that listened to his ship, the
wind, and the sea, even while he slept. He lay quietly for a minute, trying
to isolate the one sound which had waked him from all the others filtering
into the darkness of his cabin.
Unable to decide what had disturbed him, he did not go back to sleep, as so
many landlubbers would, but immediately rose and pulled on his tight blue
jeans, and reached for the flashlight lying by his bed. A man could never
turn his back on the sea, even while he slept, and the burly captain of the
Vera had stayed alive many times because he followed through on what had
only been intuition. Perhaps what had waked him had only been the faint
tapping of some sixth sense on the sleep-fogged panes of his mind, but Hans
knew better than to ignore that tapping.
Padding softly up the fore companionway on his bare feet, his ears attuned
to the whispering night, Hans slid back the hatch cover, and raised his
head into the rapidly lifting darkness. The motor sounded fine, no problem
there, and the weather was holding clear and calm. Hans listened a while,
and almost decided he'd answered a false alarm, when he heard the faint but
unmistakable sounds of a woman moaning. Stepping up the companionway ladder
two more steps, he peered into the early morning light, over the raised
deckhouse, back into the cockpit.
What he saw there caused a lewd grin to flit momentarily across his face,
and his insatiable cock to stir hungrily against the zipper of his jeans.
What he saw was Harry Johnson leaning lazily back against the side of the
cockpit, and the familiar form of Lynn Shaffer, propped on one arm, between
his legs on the floor of the cockpit, one hand wrapped lovingly around the
base of Harry's massive cock, her mouth and darting tongue tickling the
bulbous head insanely. Hans' grin was wiped off his face and replaced by a
look of cunning calculation. Quickly, and silently, he descended the
ladder, retraced his steps to his bunk, and reached underneath to pull out
his faded duffel bag. Tearing the drawstrings apart, he searched inside
until he found the leather case containing his camera and film, and quickly
began to load his most light sensitive film into the camera. He could only
work with available light, so the pictures wouldn't be great, but the sky
was beginning to lighten up considerably and if he waited he might miss his
chance completely. Besides, the pictures didn't have to be that good. The
threat of having good pictures was enough.
Coming stealthily up on deck, Hans crawled forward until only his head
showed over the deckhouse. He managed to squeeze off five shots on a slight
time exposure before Harry began spurting his burning hot seed into the
young woman's eagerly waiting mouth. Hans' vicarious excitement in
witnessing this scene was cut short as Lynn suddenly stood up, and quickly
began to make her way toward the front of the boat. Hans spun around,
hurried on his knees to the open hatch cover, and twisted his body down
into it. He paused slightly, allowing Lynn to notice him, and then
disappeared down the hatch, holding his right arm above his head as he
descended so that Lynn could not mistake the object he held in his hand for
anything but a camera. Once below, he sauntered to his cabin, and grinned
with satisfaction as he flopped down on his bunk. His lips formed around a
slight, off-key whistle, and his hands worked to remove the exposed film
from its container.
Above, Lynn remained as if rooted to the spot where she stood. Her mind
jumped crazily and abruptly from the frustration and shame she had just
been through in the cockpit with Harry, and settled with fearful finality
on this new development: Hans had been taking pictures while she and Harry
...
Oh no, what do I do now? For one split second Lynn had a vision of herself
in hell, tormented by unseen demons, unable to take a single step without
raising from her path hideous forms that tore at her naked body and ran
their slathering tongues over her smooth pink flesh, leering at her with
smoldering eyes and toothless gums. She turned hysterically back to the
cockpit, and was confronted with the spectacle of Harry stuffing his huge,
deflated penis into his pants. She stared at his massive cock as though it
had become a living creature that threatened her with annihilation, that
was capable of ripping her body apart at the slightest whim. Again she
whirled, moving forward quickly on the boat, desperately trying to find
some escape from this floating, pitching, circle of hell. But there was
none. She rushed across the deck, trying blindly to make her way aft, but
smashed her shin against the teak wall of the deckhouse and sank to the
deck, whimpering softly, clutching her battered shin in both hands, utterly
defeated.
Her downfall was complete, she thought, as the hysterical core of her mind
was gradually haloed by a desperate lucidity. Not only had she been the
victim of some ungodly metamorphosis aboard the Vera, from saint to sinner,
but that transition had been recorded and filed on film, to be used ...
how? Again, Lynn could not escape the only possible conclusion: Hans was
going to show those pictures to her husband, Mark. And what would Mark do?
Lynn shuddered. What would any man do if he saw his wife willingly sucking
another man's cock?
There was only one way out of her predicament, Lynn knew. She had to get
those pictures from Hans at whatever cost; and to destroy them. She stood
up, flexing the pain out of her shin, and walked with surprising
determination to the forward companionway, which led down into the darkness
of the main cabin below. She was less frightened now, her hysteria cooled
by sobering necessity. Unhesitatingly, she lowered her small, luscious body
into the darkness below.
Hans had just finished unloading his camera, when he heard her knocking
with surprising force on the door of his cabin. Sooner than I thought, he
said to himself, an evil grin spreading across his face. He rose, walked
over to the door, but had to step back as Lynn threw it open, and stepped
into the cabin. Her small, delicious breasts were heaving up and down from
the intensity of her emotions, and she was clearly unaware that she stood
in front of her tormentor clad only in the half-open robe she'd been
wearing upstairs.
"Good evening, Mrs. Shaffer, Ma'am," Hans said mockingly. "Is there
something I can do for you?"
Lynn hesitated, intimidated by the tone of his voice. Her confusion and
fear returned to her, constricting her throat to the extent that she could
only manage an affirmative nod. She pulled her flimsy robe over her
lusciously inviting body, but knew she couldn't hide its voluptuous curves
and hidden recesses from the piercing eye of the sailor's imagination.
"Well now," Hans said, reveling in the discomfort his look caused her as it
stripped the unsubstantial piece of terrycloth from her quivering body,
"speak up. Don't tell me I have to stand here and guess?"
Gathering the robe even closer to her, Lynn managed to force a whisper from
her paralyzed throat.
"That camera ..."
"You'll have to speak up, baby. I'm a little hard of hearing." Hans was
having a great time.
"You had a camera ..." Lynn's voice could scarcely be heard, and it trailed
off into silence.
Hans paused, and then went back to sit on the edge of his bunk.
"Yes, I did. As a matter of fact, I did," he grinned. "I was just trying to
get some shots of the sun rising. Didn't get any though. Got up on deck a
little too early. Too bad. Had to settle for just a few scenic shots ...
you know, waves and birds, and that kind of thing?"
"You mean you didn't ... I mean ... did you ...?" Lynn faltered, confused,
almost half-believing his little joke. Her hope was short-lived.
"... get a few shots of you? Yeah, as a matter of fact, I did. Only I
couldn't see you too well, 'cause Harry's knee seemed to keep getting in
the way. Still, I think you'll like 'em. They really make a statement. Very
exciting photographs -- I, for one, really think they ought to be
published."
Lynn's blood turned to ice as her suspicions were proven true, and her
voice assumed an abjectly pleading tone.
"Hans, please, you've got to give me those pictures ... please."
"Give 'em to you. What do you mean? If we sell 'em, to the right people
that is, we'll both make a lot of money, don't you see? These pictures
could be very profitable for both of us." 
"Stop it!" Lynn screamed, unable to take any more of his cuteness, "Stop
playing with me! I've got to have those pictures!"
Hans' face suddenly hardened, and a fire slowly began to kindle itself in
his eyes.
"All right, baby, I'll give you the pictures ..."
Lynn couldn't believe her ears. She started to say something, but he
stopped her.
"... but you can't expect me to give up my share in the profit we were
going to make off 'em, can you now?"
"But, I can't ..." Lynn stuttered, "I don't have any money."
"I'm not talking about money, baby," he retorted, "money will come later.
What I'm talking about is something a little different."
Lynn gasped as she read his meaning in the lust-excited pupils of his cruel
eyes. Ah God, she thought to herself, he can't mean ... I can't. Not again.
Her thoughts forced themselves into her throat, and she heard herself
saying, "No ... I won't ... you can't do this ..."
"But I can baby," Hans sneered, "Don't you realize I can do anything I want
with you now? All I've got to do is show these pictures to Mark Shaffer,
and you've lost yourself a husband."
"No, Mark wouldn't ... he would understand. He could never believe that I
would ..."
"Not even with the evidence right in front of him?" the sadistic sailor
interrupted.
"No ... never ... he wouldn't ..."
"All right, honey, then try this one on for size." Hans stood up, and
walked over to her. "I understand your husband and Harry Johnson have a
little business deal cooking, that right? Never mind answering, I know it's
right. Well, let me ask you a question. What if I went to Harry Johnson,
and said I wanted some money for these pictures?" Hans smiled as Lynn
turned her delicate body away from his, and saw that she did not follow
what he was saying. "Let me put it this way. There are two people in those
pictures, baby, not just you. Well suppose I went to that other person,
Harry Johnson, and said that you, and me, and your little husband had all
decided we needed a little money. And then, suppose I told him we had 
decided to work together." Hans smiled sadistically as Lynn turned slowly
to him, her face tortured by the sudden realization of what he was saying.
"And then suppose I told him we decided to plant you between his legs, so
we could take some nice little pictures of the two of you together."
"No!" Lynn screamed. "You couldn't! You wouldn't!"
"Yes, baby I could and I would." Hans' voice hardened again, and he reached
out and spun Lynn's frail body into his powerful manliness. Grasping her
shoulders with his huge hands, he lifted her almost off the floor, and held
her close to his vicious, twisted face. "You are my property now, baby, and
I can do anything I want to with you. 'Cause if you don't go along with
everything I say, I will show those pictures to Johnson, and say you were
in on it, and then you can kiss that little business deal good-bye!"
Lynn's mind rebelled hopelessly at what he was saying, but she knew he was
right. He held an absolute control over her now, and there was absolutely
nothing she could to about it. She went limp in his arms knowing that she
was totally defeated, knowing that her shame was complete, and that from
this moment on she would be living in a hell governed by the mad,
sex-crazed sailor who held her so close. Her head dropped, and she did not
even offer the slightest resistance as Hans Piemmel lifted her easily from
the floor and deposited her in the same bunk where he had taken her so
cruelly the first time.
She didn't protest as he peeled the robe from her impassive shoulders, but
stared with glazed eyes at the ceiling above her head, knowing that
whatever might come, there was no use fighting it. She had lost all her
weapons the minute Hans' camera had caught her performing fellatio on Harry
Johnson, and she lay defenseless now before the impending assault by the
sadistic captain of the Vera. This was her last chance, she vaguely
thought, and perhaps she could plead with him now. Maybe he would
understand. She looked away, staring out the porthole into the coming
morning, and realized that this was a futile hope. Nothing could stop the
brutal seaman from exploiting her now. Then, suddenly, his lips pressed
tightly against the naked flesh of her belly, causing her to squirm and
almost faint with shocked surprise.
The sudden wet contact sent a chill of undesired excitement racing up the
length of Lynn's spine. Her eyes glazed over as he dropped his lips down to
the swelling mound of her pussy, spreading the softly curling pubic hair
with his thumbs and flicking his tongue slowly into the moistly flowering
slit of her vagina. Oh God! Lynn moaned and jumped at the touch of his
tongue against the tiny hard bud of her clitoris. She watched with fearful
eyes as he stood and stared at her soft blonde pussy-hair and the wide,
throbbing lips of her openly splayed pussy. They seemed to beg for him, to 
call out to be touched more and be kissed, and the hardness of his penis
ached and made him quiver as he dug into her thighs fiercely with his
fingers. Then he slithered forward, up upon the wanton slit between the
girl's trembling thighs, down to where his face was just above her vaginal
flesh. In shocked realization, Lynn saw what the sailor was going to do to
her, and she sucked in her breath in horror.
"No ... no, Hans. Please God ... not that! It's awful!" She moaned and
twisted, but Hans' heavy grip held her in bondage. "Please, even my husband
never has ... I've never allowed him to kiss me there ... ohhh, please
don't ..."
"Then I'd say it's about time you had your cunt licked," Hans said huskily,
his eyes groveling on the thin lips, the delicate fluting of light hair.
"Ohhhh, no, no ..." mewled Lynn, but the sudden image of submitting to this
man as she was doing now, her slim, young legs parting to allow him to kiss
her pussy, lick her, tongue her to climax, crept into Lynn's mind, warming
her with the lewdness of her imaginations. Droplets of her seeping vaginal
juices moistened the curls of her pubic hair like a morning shower on the
petals of a pink rose, and her clitoris peeked up at Hans in response to
her undesired excitement. Hans placed his thumbs on her soft cunt with
slow, deliberate motions and drew the soft, wet pubic hair aside, exposing
her coral-pink flesh to his lust-inflamed gaze. She moaned and wriggled in
shame as he breathed against her, the hot air playing on her raw nerves ...
and then, petrified, she watched as the corrupt captain dropped down and
his tongue wetly probed her guilt-throbbing vagina.
Her petite body responded automatically, convulsing in grinding jerks to
the slather of his hotly worming tongue. "Ohhhh, my God ... my God ..." She
moaned as the bestial outrage continued upon her defenseless cunt, and her
stomach churned, and she cried out as his tongue flicked her inner thighs,
curled around her clitoris and snaked rapier-like in and out of her
cringing pussy. "Ohhh, stop ... stop!"
Hans Piemmel shook his head negatively, and raced his tongue deeper into
the widely dilated hole up between her quivering thighs. She raised up her
head and watched his battering assault in horror, her mind reeling with the
knowledge that it was happening to her. To her! No, it couldn't be true!
The unwanted jolt of electric pleasures were pervading her whole being,
though, provoking her to sense that it was happening, that she was being
sucked and eaten down between her legs by the maddened seaman.
Hans' hand slipped under her squirming white buttocks and cupped their firm
flesh brutally, his mouth continuing to suckle her thrusting cunt more
slavishly than ever. Involuntarily she raised her hips and allowed the man 
to bury his face still further in her now openly clenching vagina, and the
lewd wet sucking sounds of his mouthings filled the small cabin. His one
hand teased in the crevice between her nakedly uptilted ass-cheeks, running
an exploratory finger over her tiny puckered rectum, and Lynn clenched her
hands into fists, her vibrant young body overcome by the merciless abuse.
Vaguely she thought of her husband Mark, and the few times in the past when
he'd attempted to make love to her this way, and how she had stubbornly
refused.
Piemmel heard her sharp gasps as his hands roamed the softly yielding
crevice between her buttocks, and surging with still hotter lust, he drew
her legs up higher and spread her already splayed cunt wider so he could
orally fuck her in lewd sensuous circles. He ran his lips around her
clitoris, then darted his tongue deep inside her pulsing pussy, feeling her
vaginal lips almost puckering and kissing him back with increasing
intensity. Lynn's buttocks spasmed beneath his touch, and she cried out
deliriously as he probed the opening of her anus with his fingertip again.
And then, suddenly, he moved downward and levered the tip of his middle
finger into the tight pink hole, making her want to scream with torment and
pain -- but instead she closed her eyes to the new wild-fire spreading
through her body and moaned with rapture.
"Don't ... oh Hans don't do that," she mewled automatically, but her thighs
pushed closer to his mouth and she leaned back, feeling the goose bumps on
her stomach and breasts. She tossed from side to side, her total
degradation overwhelming her and she sobbed from the horrifying realization
that she had lost control. Hans licked on and on, moving from vagina to
rectal hole to clit with complete freedom, and Lynn's body was boiling with
the raw, naked flashes of pleasure. Unable to fight them, she raised her
desire-drenched loins to the lusting captain, submitting gratefully to his
slightest whim. She jerked her throbbing, wide-spread cunt against his
mouth and lips, sunk her buttocks back on his painfully invading finger,
reveling in the insane throes of her lustful enchantment.
Before she knew what she was doing, her hands began to move sensuously down
over her throbbing breasts, sliding slowly over her smooth flat stomach and
settling on either side of her desire-inflamed cunt-lips. Her fingers
stroked indecisively for a moment at the flexing cords of her inner thighs
as Hans continued to rain moist teasing kisses all over the tingling
crevice and then, with an impatient groan, she pressed her fingers slowly,
teasingly apart and spread open the fleshy hair-framed lips of the moistly
throbbing slit, allowing his hungrily probing mouth complete access to her
tender young pussy.
"Oooooh, oh, my God! Ohhh, yes!" she whimpered as his tongue suddenly shot
out to flick its hot searing tip around her quiveringly erected clitoris. 
Lynn's elbows pressed convulsively against her ribs and her head tossed
from side to side on the bunk as she felt the powerful lips begin to suck,
drawing the warm soft folds of her sex deep into the heated cavern of his
mouth. She groaned huskily from deep in her throat as the hot searching tip
of Hans' tongue worked its way up and down the full length of the narrow
wet slit, from the base of her belly and downward over the pink-rimmed
opening of her clasping vagina and into the crevice of her hungrily
clenching buttocks. Her hips ground uncontrollably into the bunk as he
continued to explore the tightly throbbing little hole of her anus with his
middle finger, sending a strange thrill running out of control through her
body.
The irrationally aroused sailor worked hungrily, feeling her soft wet pubic
hair grazing gently against his sun-bronzed cheeks. His hands reached up
over the milky flatness of her quivering belly and stroked the soft
resilient mounds of her breasts, his fingers tweaking the achingly hard
nipples between them to heighten her arousal. He labored enthusiastically
as his mouth and tongue worked animal-like between the softly pulsing lips
of her glistening cunt, his eyes wide open and watching the seemingly
agonized contortions of Lynn's beautiful face. Her groans drove his tongue
faster as it worked its way up and down the streaming crevice and he knew
that, once again, the exciting woman was his, his to carry away to utter
sexual frenzy.
Hans wanted to bring this ravishing young woman to the conclusion that he
was the very best lover she had ever had, and he forced her thighs open
even wider, lifting them and pushing them up over her body so that her
knees touched the outer swells of her breasts, exposing the whole flat
plane of her pelvis to his burning gaze. He ran his tongue into the
soft-rimmed flesh of her pussy, flicking at it for a moment and then
quickly withdrawing it to tease again around the trembling pink edges.
The sailor smiled inwardly as he felt her hands desperately clawing at his
hair, trying to guide his face into the palpitating opening of her cunt. He
let her force him exactly where she wanted him to go, pressing his mouth
directly over the tight little hole in her hungrily squirming vaginal
split.
As his lips rounded and covered the clasping viscous opening, Hans drove
his long slippery tongue deep into the warm throbbing depths of her pussy
and was rewarded by the low guttural groan from the writhing woman whose
soft white thighs clamped convulsively around his bobbing head. He could
feel the smooth moist flesh slipping wetly around his stiffly extended
tongue as the inner walls of the invaded vagina opened and closed in tiny,
greedy sucking motions, as though the nibbling hair-lined mouth was trying
to pull his tongue out by the roots, devouring it alive. Her heels pressed 
down against his back, pushing his body into a vise-like grip of her thighs
until he could barely breathe. His nose was smashed tightly against the
tiny hard clitoris above, breathing in the sweet pungent smell of the
female lust-juices that were now flowing in abundance from the throbbing
open passage of her cunt. The tantalizing scent incited his penis to a
hardness he could barely control until he was afraid he would explode his
hot semen all over his clothes and the bunk.
The helpless young housewife's body was lost in the fire of the moment.
Every muscle was tensed as she strained her hips upward toward that
maddening probe between her legs and she felt wave after wave of goose
bumps rippling over her quivering belly and full heaving breasts as the
man's head rocked up and down in greedy feasting between her legs. Her lips
ovalled and moaned in helpless delight before his attack, and suddenly, in
spite of all her resolutions and self-recriminations of earlier in the day,
Lynn felt her body completely leaving her control. Her buttocks jerked back
involuntarily as the darting tongue sent helpless spasms of mind-shattering
sensation coursing through her raw nerves.
Suddenly Hans pulled his head up from between Lynn's legs and stared up at
the lovely woman with obscene and glittering eyes. "You want me to fuck you
now, baby?"
Lynn moved her hips against the bunk, her entire body throbbing and
quivering in anticipation, and yes ... yes she wanted Hans' giant cock deep
within her, pulsating with abandonment; she had no morals, no pride ... no
reality. Her body reacted with lewd abandon, and she obscenely begged with
the foul words she knew he wanted to hear. "Ohhhhh, yes, Hans, fuck me ...
fuck me ... suck me!"
Quickly Hans stripped himself of his blue jeans, and threw them to the
floor and Lynn gasped as she saw his incredibly massive cock jutting out
like a leaning tower from his powerful loins. She had forgotten how huge it
was.
Lynn reached out with quivering hands and grasped his jerking penis. She
teased his purplish shaft of male-flesh as he poised it over her gaping
saliva-drenched cunt. Then Hans strained downward, and Lynn received his
immense, steel-hard rod up into her hungrily trembling vagina, letting it
slip past her wetly petaled pussy-lips, driving it with abandoned ease deep
up into her naked belly.
"Ahhhhh," the young blonde sighed rapturously as the captain began to pound
her loins mercilessly, his sperm-inflated balls slapping hard against her
anus where only moments before his middle finger had been and his mouth had
licked and his tongue had flicked. Lynn cried out again from sheer 
pleasure, and she raised her legs upward to receive even more of his
thundering cock. His angry red penis slipped smoothly in and out, his
throbbing testicles threatening to burst from his imminent climax, from the
increasing need to squirt his burning cum into this receptively open cunt.
Lynn slid her hands down his gleaming, heaving thighs and rested
momentarily on his sinewy white buttocks, then her fingers spread and
pulled him toward her gluttonously, while below, her cunt flowered wide in
spasming acceptance. It swallowed the whole of his wildly plunging cock
with surging desire, and small, piteous pleas of passionate supplication
rolled from her fevered lips. She ground faster and faster, groaning and
moaning desperately, demonically coupling with the lust-filled sailor with
a fury unequaled by anything she had ever done, and she couldn't stand any
more! She gave a high, unearthly squeal and her loins jerked upwards
against the tightly clasped penis sunk deep in her salaciously demanding
pussy.
"Oh God! Oh God! I'm cuuummmmiiinnngggg!"
Hans Piemmel hammered further, feeling Lynn's vaginal walls contract and
seep the warm fluids of her beginning orgasm. She rose up from the bed and
pressed against his pubic hair, rotating with renewed fire. Then he felt
the hot white sperm in his scrotum bubble up and then he was lost in the
incredible force of his powerful ejaculation which sprayed the insides of
her pussy, filling her as full as he had the afternoon before. The rich
milk spurted, and the white overflow cascaded from the wide-split hole of
Lynn's wildly spasming cunt.
They lay still for a few moments, the contorting of their bodies gradually
subsiding. Then Hans rolled off her with a groan, and pulled himself to a
sitting position on the bed beside her.
"Well, baby, did you like that?"
Lynn moaned, and turned her face to the wall to avoid his penetrating gaze.
Her mind was frozen into two black and white, conflicting, polarized
feelings: The incredible exhilaration in the aftermath of her passion, and
the accompanying depth of despair. She was powerless now to have any
influence on the course of her life, and she knew it. Whatever happened to
her from now on, she knew, would be the result of external forces and not
her own will. She was utterly and completely defeated.
How had it happened? She didn't know and she didn't care. Her only thought
now, lying beside the man who had just manipulated her into mindless
ecstasy, was of leaves, autumn leaves, brown and fragile, swept crackling
along by an unknowing, uncaring wind.
Chapter 8
Mark Shaffer settled back comfortably into the plush first-class seat on
the Nassau-bound turbo-prop, and smiled contentedly. His fingers curled
lazily around the drink resting on the pull-out table in front of him, and
his thoughts turned pleasurably to the events of the last few days.
His meeting in Miami had gone off better than expected. He had hoped to get
away to Nassau in three or four days, but here he was, already on his way.
George Stewart was a man who didn't like to waste time, and Mark
appreciated that. Stewart was the aging head of Marina's most successful
chain of drive-in movie theatres, and Mark had gone to see him on a tip
that the old man was interested in selling out and retiring from the
business game. The tip had turned out to be right, and Mark had turned out
to be very lucky.
Mark looked out the airplane's window, down to where the azure blue of the
Caribbean stretched its clear water northwards toward the Atlantic. The
plane was too high to distinguish anything on the surface except the
glittering reflection of the sun, spreading its rays like liquid gold on
the flat, unending surface. Turning his head away from the window, Mark
thought again of the deal he'd made with the drive-in owner.
He'd made a good impression on George Stewart, he knew that. Maybe that had
been the reason he'd gotten such a good deal. Stewart had even arranged,
with a banker friend of his, to smooth the way for Mark's getting a loan to
cover the balance of the sale price he couldn't raise himself. The only
problem that stood in his way now was the sale of his car lot to Harry
Johnson. He needed that money desperately to meet the down payment on the
movie chain. But there was no reason to think that Johnson would back out.
Mark smiled confidently. There was no stopping him now. He didn't look on
this new enterprise as anything permanent, and he wasn't at all interested
in spending the rest of his life overseeing the exhibition of old Doris Day
movies and second-rate skin flicks. This movie business was only a stepping
stone, only a way-station on the road to Mark's ultimate success. What form
that success would take, Mark wasn't quite sure. He was only sure that it
would happen, and nothing, and nobody, would stand in the way of his
ambitions.
"Miss? ..." Mark caught the attention of the young stewardess, held up his
empty glass, and asked, "How about another one of these?"
"Sir, I'm sorry, I'm afraid we're only allowed to serve two drinks per
passenger ..."
"Oh, honey, please, I'm celebrating." Mark's face took on the look of
half-innocence, half-suggestiveness, that he'd cultivated to handle just
this kind of situation.
"Well," said the stewardess, hesitating, "I'm really not supposed to."
"I promise I won't tell a soul," Mark whispered conspiratorially, grinning
his thanks up at her as though she had already capitulated.
"I'll see what I can do." The young girl smiled warmly, and turned to make
her way along the aisle. Mark watched her slender hips as they brushed past
the aisle seats, and thought lovingly of his own beautiful wife.
God, he'd missed her these past few days. It wasn't as though he had never
been away before, he had, sometimes for a week or more. But Lynn on those
occasions had always remained home, safe and secure. Now it was as though
he was the one who'd stayed home, while she left to go live it up on a
beautiful sea-cruise. What the hell, he thought to himself, it's good for
her. She doesn't get out enough as it is. Mark hoped she hadn't done
anything to upset Harry Johnson while she'd been on his boat, and if there
was anything he was worried about now, it was that somehow, inexplicably,
his deal with Harry would fall through in these last few days. But it
wasn't a large worry. Mark knew that his wife was charming in social
situations, and he'd never known a man to escape the magic of her "little
girl" personality. He could already see her surprised face when he showed
up in Nassau a day early.
"You're a doll," Mark took his new drink thankfully from the returning
stewardess, and set it on the table in front of him. Handing the empty
glass to her, he smiled and said, "Remind me to promote you to chief
stewardess."
"I am chief stewardess," the lovely girl retorted, laughingly, "That's why
you got the drink."
Mark again smiled his thanks as she left him, and then turned his thoughts
once again to his wife. He hoped she'd been having fun, and that she'd
overcome her innate shyness. That was her only weakness, and it wasn't even
really a weakness, Mark thought. Sometimes she was just a little cold when
men began to pay attention to her. Mark had explained to her that there was
nothing harmful in returning some of that flirtation; after all, it was
nothing but harmless fun. Nobody really ever meant anything by it, it was
just a game people played with each other to amuse themselves. Lynn had
never really been able to catch on, though, and Mark hoped that on the
cruise with Johnson she'd been able to loosen up a bit.
He settled back again into his seat, and took a long sip of his drink. He
was looking forward to the next few days, to seeing his wife, and even more
to finalizing his deal with Harry. And as he closed his eyes in relaxation,
it was not thoughts of Lynn that occupied his mind, but visions of an
undefined and yet very real future, furnished with all the elegance and
prestige his imagination could supply.
Mark smiled as his body and dreams continued separately towards Nassau,
each speeding through the stratosphere at 475 miles per hour.
"Lynn, come on out here. I want to talk to you."
Harry Johnson waited, but heard no response from the locked cabin where
Lynn had cloistered herself the last few hours of their voyage. They had
arrived in Nassau, right on schedule, and were now moored securely to the
main quay of the municipal wharf. Harry and Kate, and even Hans, had tried
their luck in persuading Lynn to come out of her cabin, but none of them
had had any luck. She had told them all, forcefully, to go away and leave
her alone. Harry had sent Hans and his wife into town to take care of the
hotel reservations and the refueling of the Vera, remaining behind himself
to try to talk some sense into his apparently hysterical guest. Up until
now, he had had no success.
"Lynn, dear, it's not going to do any good to sit in there and brood."
Harry said gently, "Why don't you come on out and talk this thing over
reasonably like a mature adult."
Again, no sound issued from the locked doors and Harry cast his mind about
for some suitable lure. Then his face brightened cruelly, and he tried his
one, infallible, trump card.
"Lynn, you're upsetting me terribly. Perhaps you'd just like to get on a
plane and fly back to Florida. Would you like that?"
He smiled as he heard an affirmative moan from somewhere behind the door.
"Well, certainly, if that's what you want, go right ahead. No one here will
stop you. But there is one thing I think you ought to know before you do
that. Are you listening, dear? There is one unfortunate thing that would
result from your leaving. I'm afraid I would be terribly offended. Yes,
terribly offended."
His mouth twisted with sadistic pleasure as he imagined the reaction of
what he was going to say would have on the trembling young woman inside.
"What I am trying to say, Lynn, is that I am not a man who can separate my 
business life from my home life. And do you know what that means? That
means that if I am offended at you dear, as I certainly would be if you
left our little cruise prematurely, then I would feel compelled to be
offended with your husband as well. Marriage is a unity, don't you agree?
And I certainly couldn't be offended with you without including your
husband, could I? Can you hear me, Lynn? Do you understand what I'm
saying?"
For the first time, Lynn's voice was audible from behind the locked door,
though her voice was blurred by tears and a frightening suspicion of his
meaning.
"No, I don't know what you are talking about. Please ... go away."
"Well then I'll tell you what I am talking about." Harry's voice was edged
now with impatience, and irritation. "You get out here and quit pouting in
there, or my little business deal with your husband is off. Do you
understand that?"
"But why ... what does that have to do ..."
"It doesn't have a goddamn thing to do with it. I'm funny that way. But I'm
also serious. Either you start taking an active part in our little cruise,
or when your husband gets here, he is going to find his miserable car lot
is still his miserable car lot. And I don't think he'll be very pleased
about that, do you? Especially when I tell him it's your fault I've decided
to retract my offer."
"You wouldn't ..."
"I would, baby, I would. Now I'll be waiting in the main cabin, and I'll be
waiting for you. Don't make me wait too long."
Harry grinned as he heard a fresh burst of sobbing from the closed cabin.
There was no doubt in his mind that he'd convinced her to stop playing hard
to get, even though he had used a bluff. There was no question that he
would buy Mark's lot and then sell it to the city, but the poor, hysterical
woman who lay crying in her cabin didn't know that.
Another person who didn't know that was Mark Shaffer, who was standing in
line at customs in Nassau eagerly anticipating the surprise on everyone's
faces when he showed up unexpectedly a day early.
Coming through customs, Mark made his way to the cab stand in front of the
airline terminal. He grabbed one of the attendants, and asked where a boat
would dock if it were coming into Nassau from Florida. Mark had only been 
given the address of the hotel, but he wanted to see first whether or not
the boat had even docked. The attendant replied that all foreign boats had
to pass through customs first, and to do that, they all had to tie up at
the municipal pier. Mark felt like walking, and it was a beautiful day, so
he asked directions, and then set off towards the harbor.
Soon, he could see the pin cushion of masts sticking up into the sky, and
he turned down a side road that led to the wharf. He smiled, and began to
whistle an enthusiastic, if somewhat off-key, tune. It was a great day, he
was about to make a great business deal, and he was on his way to meet his
great wife. What more could he ask for?
Harry Johnson glanced at the shaking woman across from him, decided that
she was only good for maybe one more go, and then decided she'd still come
across with more than he'd expected the first day of their voyage. What
more could he ask for?
"Lynn, dear, you seem a little upset," he said, in a monstrous
understatement.
The small, voluptuous woman's delicious shoulders heaved with the intensity
of her inner struggle. She knew that Harry meant what he had said, about
not buying Mark's car lot, and she knew that if he didn't, it would be her
fault. She couldn't let that happen. Her mind searched desperately for some
solution, but ran headlong every time into the complete hopelessness of her
situation. And then, the sheer impossibility of escape, the recognition
that her back was up against a wall, made her turn in helpless rage against
her tormentor.
"Yes, I'm upset," she screamed. "I'm going out of my mind. I've been
subjugated to every kind of humiliation possible on this boat. I've been
raped, and forced to ... forced to do terrible, evil things. You're a
monster, a beast, you're playing with me like some kind of toy ... but I'm
not a toy, do you hear? I've got feelings, too, feelings ..."
"That's right, baby, you've got feelings," Harry interrupted harshly. "I
saw your feelings early this morning up on deck when you were sucking my
cock. You had feelings. You loved it, every minute of it."
"No ..." Lynn tried to interject.
"And that's what's really bothering you, isn't it baby? Your own feelings.
Because nobody forced you to suck my cock, did they? You did that because
you wanted me to shoot my sticky wad down that lovely virgin throat of
yours, right?" 
"No ... no ... I didn't ..."
"Sure you did," Harry continued relentlessly. "And with Hans, too. He told
me everything baby, you know that? He told me how you let him eat your
little pussy, he told me how you loved every bite of that hungry cunt of
yours."
Lynn threw her hands to her ears, trying to block out the obscene words he
was drumming into her head, trying to rid herself of the unwelcome images
his lewd descriptions were painting on her mind.
"It isn't true! It isn't!"
"It is true, and you know it! And right now your mind is racing around,
wanting more, more cock, more fucking ..."
"STOP IT!"
Lynn's scream was directed as much against herself as Harry. No, please
God, please, this can't be true! And yet all the while Lynn knew that it
was true. She had enjoyed Hans fucking her, eating her, she had enjoyed
sucking Harry's cock dry of every drop of its burning seed. She shuddered
in revulsion. What is wrong with me, am I that sick? Even now, her loins
were on fire from the mere description of those acts, by the memory of
every lurid, salacious, detail ...
"Well, we'll just put you to a little test, Lynn dear," she heard Harry
saying.
The desperately aroused girl looked up, and gasped at what she saw. Harry
was standing in front of her, calmly unzipping the fly of his pants,
unbuttoning the top button, sliding them off his hairy loins with a smooth,
hypnotic motion. His jockey shorts bulged obscenely with the growing swell
of his aroused cock, and his hand snaked along his hips, and in one quick
move lowered his shorts to his knees, allowing his massively jutting cock
to spring out toward Lynn with unbelievable force.
The small, trembling woman gasped, and yet could not take her eyes off the
glistening shaft of flesh that stared her in the face with its one,
monstrous eye. She couldn't even look up at Harry. She stared mesmerized by
the jerking, swelling penis in front of her, immobilized by the twisting,
aching sensations coursing through her veins and threatening to rob her of
her sanity.
I am evil. I'm a whore. But I want to touch it. I want to hold and kiss it
... and suck it again. Oh God, I've got to.
With a cry, Lynn threw herself onto her knees in a heap before Harry's
hugely throbbing cock and began sobbing hysterically. Her mind was empty
now, empty of all her self-recriminations, her self-debasement, her
feelings of shame and humiliation. Her whole consciousness was focused
insanely upon Harry's powerful tower of pulsating maleness, and she wasn't
even aware of what Harry was saying as he groaned with pleasure above her.
"That's it, baby. That's right. You want it, and you can have it. Just like
you did this morning. That's it. It'll do for a start, and then we'll go on
to other games."
Mark walked out all the way to the end of the quay before he found what he
was looking for. There she was, lying proudly at rest, the name Vera
emblazoned on her hull with swirling gold letters. He hurried to the
gangway, and then crept aboard silently, not wanting to spoil the surprise
he was going to give his lovely young wife. He heard muffled voices coming
from the main cabin, and tiptoed across the deck to the raised hatch cover.
He peered inside, trying to accustom his eyes to the relative darkness of
the cabin below, and then gasped as he saw the unmistakable form of his
own, voluptuous wife, lying completely naked on the bunk below, working her
wet mouth frantically around the huge cock of Harry Johnson.
"That's it, Lynn, baby! Suck it! Suck it like only you can! OOOOOHHHHH!!"
Mark reeled at the obscene commands his business competitor was calling to
his own wife. His first inclination was to rush into the cabin, and to tear
Harry's writhing cock from his young wife's unwilling mouth, but his
resolve left him in a flood as he realized that Lynn was enjoying it, was
not being forced, was eagerly devouring the huge shaft between her sucking,
grasping lips.
Mark stood above them unnoticed, horribly mesmerized by the impossible
obscene debauchery, for as long as three minutes, unable to overcome the
enervating shock that immediately sapped the strength from his legs. He had
never considered himself less than a comparably strong individual ...
capable of meeting and coping with most situations, but at that moment he
felt completely hopeless.
The sight of the two of them naked, Lynn's beautiful white body straddling
that of his competitor, Harry's hardened cock stroking sleekly in and out
of her wet cavernous mouth, was the most salaciously hypnotic depravity he
could ever imagine. At first, he'd thought he might be in the throes of a
lurid nightmare, but then he realized that it was a horrible reality!
An almost bewitching sense of helplessness and rage overwhelmed Mark at 
that point, and he stumbled against the hatch cover for support. But even
as his impotent anger began to boil inside him, he felt the unwanted
stirring and swelling of his own cock inside his pants at the lascivious
spectacle taking place before him. He gaped at Lynn hunched on all fours
between Harry's spread legs, every inch of his massive cock completely
absorbed inside her roundly ovalled lips and wildly sucking mouth, her
magnificent breasts jiggling and swaying lewdly to her pumping motions
while Harry strained his powerful loins upward at her face in rhythm. Damn,
he reasoned, this couldn't be the first time this had happened ...!
Suddenly, Harry looked up to where Mark was standing in horrible
fascination, and started visibly. "Oh Christ ... listen, Mark ..."
Mark silenced him with a quick wave of his hand, as Harry continued to
thrust his feverish loins up at Lynn's completely engrossed face, her one
hand now moved down and back between her spread thighs to stroke and tweak
the tiny bud of her clitoris while she sucked in a ravenous trance at his
aching rod of rigid male-flesh. "I ... I can't stop now, Mark ... but Lynn
..."
"Shut up!" Mark hissed. "I don't want to hear a fucking word from you.
Lynn!"
But Lynn didn't stop, and totally absorbed, ignorant of his presence, she
continued to wantonly suck Harry's lust-swollen cock and finger the moist,
pink slit of her cunt.
Goddamn! he swore as he eased himself through the open hatch and down into
the cabin below. What she needed was a cock, all right, Mark reasoned in
his angered outraged emotions ... and where it would do her the most good!
And damned if she wasn't going to get it, even if she never spoke to him
again in her life ...!
His lengthy shaft of flesh jerked solidly in his pants as Mark stripped the
clothes quickly from his body, and Harry glanced in amazement as Mark took
his raging cock lewdly in his hand, pulling back the thick foreskin from
the huge, bulbous head, then moved behind Lynn's upraised buttocks,
kneeling slowly onto the bunk.
Lynn was as totally disassociated with reality as a lust-drunken human
being could be. Nothing in the entire world was of importance except the
insanely blissful pressure in her loins and belly, and the delicious cock
in her sucking mouth. She had heard voices ... words, but had refused to
acknowledge them. Then, she felt the pressure on the bed behind her, and,
nebulously, decided that Hans had returned ... but she didn't care. She
would pretend in her mind that they were forcibly taking her ...!
Mark stared down at the erotic sight of this young girl's enchantingly
naked pussy ... this girl whom he loved. Within him, a conglomeration of
rage and lust commanded as he hungrily drank of the warm, white
voluptuousness of her body bent lewdly before him. He slid his hands up the
soft inner flesh of her satin-smooth thighs to the hair-sprinkled lips of
her cunt and stared at the moist, pink separation, tracing its thin, damp
slit with his middle finger upward between the cream-white mounds of her
firm full buttocks to the hairless, puckered hole of her anus. Her
blood-inflamed cunt-lips quivered excitedly to his touch, while her
tantalizingly rounded ass-cheeks trembled and began to rotate in gyrating
want.
Bitch! Mark thought in his mounting, confused desire. Beautiful, wanton,
deceiving bitch! He was going to give her something that he should have
long ago ... something she'd never forget as long as she lived! He gaped at
the tight little ring of hairless flesh exposed helplessly before his
manfully throbbing cock, while sounds came to his ears of his business
competitor groaning from the bewitching entrancement she had sucked him to.
Mark realized the agony his wife was going to suffer and hesitated
momentarily. Christ, was this the way ...? Then, he remembered his own
feelings as he'd reached that cabin hatch. He straightened up on his knees
bitterly.
Damn you, Lynn ... you're going to pay the penalty ...!
He plunged his middle finger into her moist cunt and watched her hips and
buttocks jerk from the erotic intrusion. Then, he pulled out and smeared
the damp, viscid moisture from her cuntal mouth up over the crinkled, tight
little aperture of her rectum. He did it several times before wetting the
head of his pulsing cock between her obscenely displayed vaginal lips,
finally nuzzling it up tightly against her snug little anus.
Lynn heard his almost salacious laugh and tried to associate it with Hans.
Her brow furrowed at the unexpected sensations his antics were causing
between her wide-spread buttocks as she continued to suck Harry Johnson's
lust-hardened cock in her mouth ...
Suddenly, she felt hands clutching harshly at her hips, holding her
vise-like, his pelvis thrusting forward in an unbelievably agonizing
stretching of her tiny anus! Her breath caught in her throat as the vicious
spasm of pain became so unbearable that she writhed and half-screamed
around Harry's rigid cock in her mouth, straining and waggling her buttocks
to get free of the wickedly torturous cock reaming into her defenselessly
trapped anus!
"Aaaauuuuggghhhh! D-dear God! Stop it, Hans! What are you trying to do to
me ...?" Lynn wailed, jerking her head upright away from Harry's throbbing
shaft of flesh and twisting to look back in angered pain at the other man
...
But it wasn't Hans that she saw! It was a naked man kneeling up behind her
and clutching at her soft-fleshed hips ... it was her husband! It was Mark!
My God ... Mark ... !
"That snapped you out of your weird little sucking trance, didn't it,
Lynn?" Mark spat mercilessly.
"Oh God ... dear, dear God!" Lynn moaned in both pain and shame, the latter
the more profound torment at the moment, even though his thickly gorged
penis, partially burrowed into her cringing ass-hole, convinced her that he
was going to split her wide open. "Oh please, Mark ... you're killing me!
My God ... I'm sorry ... I didn't want to ... I couldn't help myself ...!
Please, I beg you ... take it out ...!"
Mark laughed mirthlessly and Lynn felt his strong fingers gouging into the
tender white flesh of her hips. He continued to hold her in the obscenely
subjugated position and her every move only seemed to help drive the thick
rod of solid male-flesh deeper and deeper up into her nakedly resisting
back passage.
"Oh ... oh God!" Lynn moaned as she held Harry's cock tight in her mouth,
unfathomable sensations of love, pain and lust racing insanely through her
... until suddenly she heard herself gasp back at Mark. "Do it! Go on ...
do it! Do everything ... everything you want to me! I deserve to be treated
like the whore that I am ...!"
Mark had no intentions of stopping; nothing could have kept him from the
debasing act he was about to commit on his own wife. Damn, if any woman
ever deserved chastisement that she could understand she did ... and he
could think of nothing more degrading or humiliating than sodomizing her.
He stared down at her white obscenely bent body, the absurdity of the
spectacle they must make with his thick cock protruding from her ass-hole,
firing his lust in a suddenly unexplainable burst of licentious desire.
Lynn couldn't hold back the tears of pain nor the guttural moans of agony
that erupted from her throat as she pressed Harry back down onto the bed
beneath her while he hugged her tightly, his mind bent on nothing but his
own imminent climax.
Oh God! Lynn cried silently. It felt as if Mark had ripped her all open 
back there! His thick cock was tearing her rectum apart! Oh ... oohhh, God
almighty ... but he was right ... she deserved every torturous inch of it!
It was her punishment and she wanted it ...! Yes ... yes ... oh God ...
shove it in to me, darling ... right up my ... my ass ...!
She hunched bravely back as Mark pressed forward. She felt the excruciating
torment of his throbbing cock surging into her there, pushing the rubbery,
resistant flesh before it until finally, with one last buttock-crushing
lunge, he had ground it all the way up inside the warm constricting depths
of her forever stretched rectum.
"Oooooh God!" she grunted, clenching her teeth tightly together to give her
the strength to go on.
Mark's body stilled momentarily, as if he might have discovered a tiny
speck of mercy for her in his castigating mind, while the walls of her
inhumanly stretched rectum slowly attempted to adjust and the pain began to
subside. God, she still felt torn and obscenely expanded back there from
his unnatural invasion, yet, at the same time, she reasoned erotically that
she was beginning to enjoy a sensation of atonement!
She felt Harry lurch beneath her as she kissed the tender, exposed head of
his penis, playing with its tip with her tongue, then finally ovalling her
lips to suck down onto it as his hands came up to caress her hair.
Oh God! She deserved everything Mark was giving her for all that she had
done to him ... but she would be good to him ... and she would gladly
endure whatever pain, degradation, or humiliation her husband would inflict
upon her willingly to prove her love for him.
Harry lay under Lynn's wetly sucking lips, gone now with the ecstasy she
was passing to him through her grasping mouth. The sight of Mark sodomizing
his own wife, while she sucked the life out of him, raised Harry to
unbearable heights of pleasure, and he lay with his eyes closed, feeling
every throb of his quickly approaching climax.
Lynn's rectal muscles tightened around his long thick cock buried deep in
the warmly clasping depths of her ass-hole, making it throb wildly;
somehow, he was not surprised when the rounded soft moons of her ass began,
of their own volition, to grind back against him in a slow, methodical
undulation. He groaned as he felt her rectal channel convulse and tighten
excitingly around his cock while he moved in and out of her, watching the
pinkish flesh of her obscenely stretched rectum clinging to his pulsating
rod of over-stimulated male flesh as he drew out, then disappeared back
inside with his inward thrust.
Lynn rotated her firm white buttocks in hungry little circles, waving her
voluptuous ass-cheeks lasciviously back at him knowing that there was
nothing too depraved or degrading that she wouldn't willingly subject
herself to for him, that mere realization causing a masochistic excitement
to flood over her. Even though there was still some pain from his large
cock poling into her defenselessly skewered rectum, it was strangely
pleasurable, and she found herself bucking and writhing back to meet the
lewd impalement when he plunged forward into her.
"Mmmmm ... mmmmm," she moaned around Harry's sweet-tasting cock brushing at
the back of her throat, while Mark shoved up between her quivering
ass-cheeks as far as he could, pulling the satiny, soft white spheres of
her buttocks wide apart, allowing him to go deeper and just holding it
there for a long series of seconds, his thick cock entombed to his very
balls in her salaciously stretched passage.
Mark couldn't restrain the grunts of lewd pleasure gurgling from his
tightly drawn-back lips at the sight and thought of what he was doing to
this beautiful woman whom he had loved with all of his heart! He felt with
lust-incited sensation the warm soft flesh of her buttocks pressing tightly
against his churning loins. He rammed forward into her erotically clutching
rear passage and slid his hand down beneath to her vagina that was moist
and hot now with her own excitement, the viscid dampness lightly coating
the lust-inflamed lips and seeping into the curls of her silken pussy hair
that was teasingly brushing against his bloated and throbbing balls as they
swung obscenely down between her open thighs. Again, his eyes locked on his
hardened cock disappearing entirely into the obscenely stretched anal
opening centered between the waving, twin white moons of her buttocks. He
grunted, drawing out slightly, watching with hesitant breath the tender
ridges of reddened anal flesh pulling out around it. His breathing came
faster, until with a gasp of increased lust, he began to fuck sadistically
in and out, deep into her warmly clasping ass-hole.
Suddenly, Harry moaned and strained beneath Lynn. She knew ... felt his
deliciously swollen cock again expanding in her hungrily sucking mouth as
she caressed and gently squeezed his heavy sperm-bloated balls, wild and
tingling sensations of anticipation as always surging over her excited,
perspiration-glistened flesh ... and suddenly her mouth was filled with an
undamming of his hot, white cum, gushing down her anxiously swallowing
throat in surprising quantity. She fought for breath as she gulped
voraciously, needfully, as the thick milky fluid ejaculating wildly from
his potent cock plunged all the way back to her desperately contracting
throat. And then, as suddenly as it had erupted in her mouth, the spurting,
convulsing penis began to lose its rigidity and she could feel it slipping
from between her feverishly sucking lips ... until finally, she trailed her
pink tongue over her moist, sperm-coated lips, snatching at the last 
remaining drops of his delicious semen that had trickled there ... Harry
sighed with satiated pleasure and then watched as the young woman's husband
began a greater assault back against Lynn's roundly heaving buttocks and
she screwed back wantonly against his hard-driving cock, tiny pleading
mewls of passion beginning to tumble from her lips ...
"Ooooohhhhh," she moaned gaspingly, her face resting on Harry's naked
belly, while Mark's pelvis smacked solidly against the softness of her
lush, white ass-cheeks. "Oooohhh, my God ... I-It's beautiful ...! I never
realized ... Oh, Mark ... rape it! It's yours! Make me know that you love
me! Fuck it hard, darling! Hard! Hard ...!"
The pain had not entirely left her as yet, but she'd raised her head and
was tossing it from side to side, her long blonde hair thrashing wildly.
Her beautiful face reflected sheer intoxication, and Mark watched as his
thickly throbbing cock vanishing rhythmically all the way up into her
licentiously stretched channel with his every hard, long thrust up between
those frantically gyrating buttocks.
"Oh ... oh ... ohhh ... ooohhhh ...!" she chanted blissfully, undulating
her magnificent, curvaceous buttocks eagerly back against his powerful
lunges. She wanted him to cum ... to shoot his boiling hot sperm deep into
her naked belly this way, to split her open and drown her in his thick,
white cum. The delectable ecstasy of it! She'd never realized! He was
chastising her beautifully ... raping her virginal ass-hole ...
She could feel a cool dampness in the crevice of her buttocks now, and
there was no pain, only the sensation of being filled to capacity by the
one man she loved ... had always loved ...! She drew down her shoulders so
that her buttocks were presented to him high in the air and his long, thick
cock would fuck into her at will. Her eyes glazed in erotic rapture and she
ground happily back against its violent intrusion, feeling it throb into an
unbelievable hardness that could only mean one enchanting moment was near
at hand!
I'm going to cum in her ass, Mark gloated lasciviously. He felt her reach
in under the back between her thighs to graze and caress his churning
balls, squeezing them warmly in her hands. Her face, resting on Harry's
loins, was turned so that he could see the effect his sodomizing cock was
having on her, and he watched her lips open and close in the all consuming
torment of the mounting, pleasurable rapture spiraling through her soft,
vibrant body. He felt her clench her buttocks tightly, as if to imprison
and secure his lustfully driving cock inside her until she reached her own
climax, the sensation spurring him to increase his hammering pace.
For Lynn, there was nothing but overwhelming, never-before sensations of 
complete subjugation and maddening desire ... her desire to reach that
illusive point so rapidly building now deep in her tormented loins and
belly ... building, building insanely deep inside her ... and she felt the
frenzied increase of his castigating assault on her forever-stretched
passage, while her loins strained desperately for release. She buffeted
back against his relentless, driving cock wantonly, her small pleading
whimpers of servile passion falling again and again from her gasping lips.
She was almost there ... almost ...!
"Oooohhh! Ooooohhhhh! Unnhhhh ... yes ... yes ...! I'm ... going to cum!
Fuck it hard ... hard ...! I'm cuuuuummmmmiiinnnggg!"
Her hips drove backward as his furiously plunging cock worked with almost
brutal strokes deeper and deeper into her now tightly clenching rectum,
causing her to strain and groan as the pressure reached its peak and burst
...!
Lynn had never realized the delightful abandon she could know with a man
... nor such carnally beautiful sensations as she did at that moment, with
her body quivering and convulsing wildly in her orgasm that seemed to go on
and on in sheer ecstatic bliss. She was gone ... utterly in another world
beneath this magnificent cock that continued to cause wild exploding
sensations of enchantment in her belly and loins.
"Ooohhhhh ... aaaaahhhh," she moaned in Overwhelming, rushing release, her
senses blurred by the engulfing ecstasy of the moment. Dazedly, then, she
heard him swear outright, then mouth a foul obscenity, gasping behind her
and thrusting into her so hard she thought he had reached her belly, and
inadvertently, she moaned with the slight new twinge of pain. She felt his
strong loins jerk convulsively against the cushion of her lewdly upraised
buttocks, and then a great surge of hot swirling sperm flooded deep into
her rectum, filling her contracting back passage nearly to the bursting
point.
She heard him gasp again and again ... until at last he grunted one final
moan of release ... and she sensed him falling back away, slowly pulling
out of her ... and as he withdrew, there was only one question in her mind:
What was he feeling, now, about her? Was it rage, because she had betrayed
his love for her so terribly? Or was that love still strong-strong enough
to overlook her unwilling transgressions a aboard the Vera? She turned to
seek the answer in his satiated face, but that face was now an inscrutable
mask, staring at and through her as though she were nothing more than a
fragile pane of transparent glass.
Chapter 9 
Mark stared down into his wife's frantically searching eyes, and even
through the fog of his tremendous orgasm read the unmistakable question
those eyes contained. He saw she was pleading with him to forgive her, to
take her back into the fold even though she had strayed sinfully.
"Mark ...?" her small, trembling lips began, hesitantly.
"Give me time to think," Mark said quickly, swinging his hairy legs off the
edge of the bunk, and lowering his face into his hands.
Lynn sat with her eyes fixed on the broad expanse of his muscular back, her
eyes trying to bore into his thoughts, to read what was written there. But
she could not. She was aware only that she was being shut out of his
confidence in a way she never had before in all the time they'd known each
other, and she knew instinctively that the gulf that now existed between
them might never again be spanned. She turned her head away fearfully, and
was confronted by Harry's slightly smiling face peering up at both of them
quizzically. The glib used car dealer turned his attention to Mark.
"Listen, Mark," he said, his eyes darting around to discover any reaction
on the other man's part, "I don't want you to think that this was all
planned. You know? I mean, these things happen and nobody's responsible for
them. You get people close together in one spot, and sometimes things
happen that nobody wants to happen, you know what I mean?"
"No, that isn't true," Lynn interrupted in a quavering voice, "you did want
it, all of you! You had it all planned from the minute I came on board!
Mark, listen to me! I was raped! I didn't want to do anything, I didn't
even ..."
"I suppose you call what you were doing to Harry when I came in 'being
raped'" Mark broke in brutally, turning his pained eyes toward his lovely
wife.
Lynn started, surprised by the violence of his tone, nonplused by his
attitude.
"But I was! Mark, you don't understand -- Hans lured me down into his cabin
and locked the door and ..."
"I don't know who Hans is, but I take it that Harry isn't the only one
you've been fucking around with while I was away." Mark's eyes were
beginning to smolder now, traces of his earlier anger beginning to seep
into him once again. "And what about Tom, huh? And Dick and Harry? Huh?
Just how many men have you taken on in the last forty-eight hours, sweet 
little innocent wife of mine???"
Lynn's eyes blurred with the sudden tears wrenched out of her, by her
husband's obscene suggestions.
"No ... darling ... no ... you don't understand ..."
"Oh don't I? I understand a lot. I understand a lot I never understood
before. I understand you're nothing more than a dirty, low down whore!!!"
Harry watched calmly as the aggression in Mark's voice caused his young
wife to double up with pain, tears coursing now unchecked down her smooth,
reddened cheeks. He leaned back and wondered whether he should break in,
try to say anything to ease the passions that made the air around the three
of them brittle with tension. He gazed at the jealousy and rage apparent in
Mark's strained body, at the twisted figure of the voluptuous young woman
who lay sobbing on the bunk, and decided anything he said would probably
only make things worse.
"I guess you'll try to tell me now," Mark said with bitter sarcasm, "that
you didn't enjoy sucking Harry's cock, right? Well, I know better. I saw
you, Lynn! You didn't even hear me when I called you! You were off in some
goddamn other world, and the only thing that mattered to you was pulling
him off!"
"Noooo ... I ..."
"And when I climbed up on top of you, you thought it was this goddamn Hans,
baby, I know you did! Because you called out his name to me, and ..."
"All right, stop it!" Lynn was tortured by the half-truths he was saying.
No, she hadn't wanted it, hadn't welcomed it, but she had enjoyed it! And
the guilt raised in her by that realization coursed through her like
knives, ripping her insides to shreds.
"I won't stop it!" Mark continued relentlessly. His anger boiled inside him
now, and he had to let it all out or explode! "And all the time, I thought
you were so innocent, so susceptible. Well, you were susceptible all right!
I never knew how much! Let me ask you one thing, you little bitch! How many
times have you sucked my cock? Huh?"
"Please ... Mark ..."
"Not once! Not one goddamn time! And I never tried to make you, because I
thought you would be 'offended'. Jesus Christ! If I knew then what I know
now ..."
"Ooooohhhh ..." Lynn's voice rose in a despairing avail, her hands pushed
themselves forcefully against her ears, and her eyes closed tight as though
desperately trying to shut off every trace of the outside world -- a world
that now seemed peopled with a million pairs of eyes, all staring into the
corruption of her soul, laughing and watching as she tried to hide her
nakedly defiled body behind the transparency of her shame. "Nnnnoooo ..."
Her voice filled the cabin and blotted everything from her mind except its
own incredible reverberations in her ears. She pulled her knees to her
heaving breasts in a straining fetal position, and clasped her arms around
them desperately, lowering her head as far as possible into the cavity
between her body and legs. "NNNOOOOO ..." She lay on her side, crying out
now, letting all the tension, the humiliation, the excitement, the fear of
the last few days gush out of her with the force of a rain-swollen river,
rushing out and over a yawning chasm to crash with a thunderous roar on the
rocks below.
And then she stopped abruptly, strangely, all the emotion wrung out of her,
and lay completely spent on the bunk as though hypnotized ... her eyes wide
open, but seeing nothing ... hearing nothing ... feeling nothing ...
Harry stared amazedly at the limp form beside him, and then looked
questioningly at the equally confused face of Mark Shaffer. He stirred
uncomfortably in the sudden silence that had descended upon the cabin like
a gray shroud, leaving them all exposed to the violence of their passions.
He started as Mark stood up suddenly, and began to pull his pants on with
desperate haste, leaning to pick up his shirt which lay crumpled in a
corner on the far side of the cabin.
"Where are you going?"
Mark didn't answer, but continued to dress.
"Listen, Mark," Harry said, "you can't just run away and leave this all
behind you. You've got to deal with it."
"I'm through dealing with it," Mark said bitterly. "I can't take anymore of
it."
Harry raised himself to a sitting position, and stared at the emotionally
wrought husband.
"You're an ass," he said simply.
Mark whirled, and his eyes tore through Harry's calm with ferocious
intensity.
"Now listen, you bastard! You just shut that fucking mouth of yours! You're
lucky I don't just tear the living shit out of you for what you've done!"
Harry smiled at him disconcertingly.
"For what I've done? Listen, Mark, I'm a man aren't I? What would you have
done in my place? Turned around and walked away and said 'No thanks baby'?
Is that what you'd have done?"
Mark paused, confused. What would he have done? The answer to his own
question jumped with irresistible force against his mind, and he knew that
he'd have done the same thing Harry had. If a woman offers herself, like
Lynn had obviously done ...
"That's what I thought," Harry said, reading Mark's answer in his face.
"Now don't think I'm trying to say that it was all Lynn's fault. I'm not.
All I'm saying is that emotions, especially as far as sex is concerned are
uncontrollable. Hell, you know that. You're a man."
Mark shifted on his feet uncomfortably. Maybe Harry was right. Maybe he'd
been too hard on Lynn. After all, he'd had a few other women since they'd
been married, and it hadn't altered his feeling for his wife. Still ... no,
damn it! He couldn't forgive her ... he couldn't ...
"Listen, Mark, why don't you go get us all a drink, and we'll sit here and
talk this thing out, like normal, rational adult human beings. All right?"
Mark hesitated, and then turned to follow Harry's indicating finger to the
bar at the end of the cabin. Harry leaned over Lynn's still naked body, and
turned her onto her back so that her small, rounded breasts were exposed to
his gaze, and her triangular patch of golden pubic hair glistened moistly
in the sun, which was now streaming down the open hatch. He felt his own
naked cock stir excitedly as her smooth flesh brushed against it, and then
consciously forced himself to ignore the tantalizing closeness of her
defenseless body ... for the time being, at any rate.
"Lynn? Come on, girl, wake up ... snap to!" He snapped his fingers once or
twice in front of her face, and saw her struggling to emerge from the
unperceiving cocoon she'd spun around her tattered emotions. "That's it,
everything's all right ... would you like a little drink?"
Lynn nodded vaguely, hardly aware yet of what was being said to her, caring
even less.
"Mark, bring Lynn a drink too, will you? Gin and tonic."
"I know what she drinks," Mark said coldly, turning to see Harry's
powerfully naked body poised over the upturned, helpless figure of his
wife. Quickly, he turned back to the bar.
"Mark ...?" Lynn said almost sleepily, as though she had just awakened from
a dreadful nightmare. "Mark ... are you there?"
There was a pause, as her husband tried to force a semblance of casualness
into his voice.
"Yes ... of course. I'm here."
"Oh, Mark ... darling ... I'm scared ..."
"Just a minute Lynn. I'll be right with you. I'm fixing the drinks."
Lynn moaned as her eyes finally began to focus again on the ceiling of the
cabin. In her almost delirious state, Harry seemed to be looming over her
like the last menacing vision of her receding nightmare. She turned away
quickly, burying her face in the cushion covering the bunk, and looked up
only when Mark thrust her drink before her face.
"Here, you need it," he said quietly.
Lynn took the drink, and raised herself up against the side of the cabin,
curling her legs around her to hide the enticing nakedness of her exposed
pussy, and turning her ivory-hued breasts away from Harry's devouring gaze.
Mark sat across the narrow cabin, while Harry remained on the bunk, and a
strained and uncomfortable tableau was created by their three bodies, two
of them naked, one partially clothed.
"All right," Harry said, as though he were assuming the incongruous role of
master of ceremonies, "I think it's about time to discuss this whole thing
reasonably and without emotion ..."
"Why, Harry, darling ... how boring!"
Three heads turned quickly to the open hatch cover above their heads, and
saw Kate Johnson standing there, silhouetted by the bright sun. Harry
smiled a hello up to his wife, while Mark floundered for something to say,
and Lynn tried automatically to cover her nakedness with her arms.
"Oh Lynn, don't be so bashful," Kate said laughingly, descending into the
cabin. "I've seen naked women before."
"Hello dear. Did you get the hotel rooms reserved?" Harry asked.
"Of course, darling. I'm very efficient that way."
"Good. Good."
Mark sat where he was, unmoving, expecting that any moment Kate would burst
out with some kind of invective against her husband, who sat calmly naked
on the bunk beside his own equally exposed wife. But there was no reaction.
It was as though it were an everyday occurrence for her to walk in on her
husband and another woman in bed.
"Hello to you, too, Mark. We didn't expect to see you so soon."
"Uhh ... I caught an earlier flight," Mark said inanely.
"Well, it's lovely that you could get away." Kate eyed Mark's powerfully
handsome body, only half-clothed, his shirt still unbuttoned. "Are you
taking them off, or putting them on?" she said, indicating his clothes with
her eyes.
"I'm ... uhh ... putting them on ..."
"My my, that's a shame. Isn't it Harry?"
Harry nodded his agreement, relishing the smoothness with which his wife
was taking control of the situation. He watched as she came closer to Mark,
letting her eyes obviously run over his body with suggestive boldness. Mark
sat nonplused, uncertain how to handle this new development in an already
totally unrealistic situation.
"I'm not sure what you're talking about, Kate, I ..."
"Oh well, that's not very hard to figure out, is it?" She placed one hand
seductively on Mark's shoulder, and let it run sensuously down under his
collar. He shivered at the unexpectedly pleasurable sensation her cool
fingers gave him.
"No ... no, I guess it isn't," he said hesitantly.
Lynn watched with amazed eyes as Kate obviously advanced on her husband,
and wondered when Mark was going to put a stop to her brazen overtures. But
to her surprise, he did not object, but remained unmoving on his seat. She
didn't know what to do, and before she could think clearly, she heard
herself speaking to Kate herself. 
"What ... what do you think you're doing?"
Kate spun around to her, her eyes only barely managing to hide the
viciousness of her attack and said, "I'm doing exactly what you seem to
have done with my husband, my dear. Surely you don't object?"
"No, she doesn't object. Do you Lynn?" Mark's voice was tinged with irony
and bitterness, as he suddenly capitulated before a growing desire for
revenge on his wife. She had cheated him, by God, and now she was going to
see he could do a little cheating himself. She deserves it, he thought
hastily, she deserves to watch while I fuck another woman. I had to watch
her blowing Harry Johnson. He imagined with salacious zeal how she would
react to his betrayal, and his lewd thoughts were intensified by Kate's
hand as it moved in ever increasing circles along his shoulders, down his
back, around and under his arms. His limp cock, still resting quietly after
the tremendous ass-fucking he had just given his wife, began to stir as it
sensed the opportunity of losing itself in yet another wetly lubricated
cavity.
Mark snaked his hand around Kate's fleshy thighs, in and under the
temptingly short skirt she was wearing, and smiled as she sighed with
pleasure. He slid his hand under the tight elastic crotch band of her silk
panties, and teased the already moist lips of her quivering vagina. He
looked toward his wife to see the effects of his vengeance was having on
her, but his attention was immediately pre-empted by Kate, who began to
slowly, seductively, unbutton her loose blouse, unsnap her brassiere, and
slip them both with a sigh of anticipation from her ivory shoulders. Mark
gasped with excitement as she turned to him, and placed his eager hands on
her large, pear-shaped breasts, the nipples already erect with desire. She
eased her cool, slender fingers over his impatiently awaiting crotch, and
smiled invitingly at him as she felt the hugeness of his swelling,
pulsating cock straining for freedom from under his confining pants.
Suddenly Mark moaned audibly as he felt his zipper open and her experienced
fingers begin to stroke his distended throbbing penis.
"Come on, lover boy," she said, urgently, "let's do this thing right."
Chapter 10
Lynn Shaffer watched the scene unfolding before her eyes with horrified
fascination. Her body had pushed itself up against the wall of the
luxurious cabin, and her eyes were wide with this final, and greatest
humiliation. She couldn't believe Mark would do such a thing to her, would
willingly fuck another woman right before her eyes. Her mind reeled with 
intermingling feelings of jealousy, anger, and yet a strange and perverse
excitement as well.
She stared at the full, luscious body of Kate Johnson, who was now
completely naked, stretched out on the large double bunk of the Vera with
her dark hair-lined cunt smiling up at Mark in quivering anticipation. Her
arms were held up to him in an almost supplicating desire, and the twin
nipples of her softly pliant breasts lay flat against her voluptuous body,
inviting him to crush them beneath his thrashing weight.
Mark stood a moment before her, also naked, suddenly unsure whether he
should do this, whether he was perhaps punishing his errant wife too much.
But then the moist receptivity of Kate's waiting cunt thrust all other
considerations from his mind, and he stepped forward to claim this willing
prize.
Harry felt his own massive cock stir, as it always did, at the sight of his
wife about to give herself to another man. He placed a hand on its rapidly
swelling hugeness, and began to massage it into gargantuan proportions,
watching while Mark climbed up onto the bunk and began to run his hand
caressingly over the satin-soft whiteness of Kate's thighs.
Kate moaned with pleasure, and ran her hand through Mark's hair, urging
him, begging him to do more, to arouse her further, much further. Mark
responded by extending the pattern of his caresses until his fingers were
playing light wispy games with the tightly curled hairs of her cunt,
letting a fingernail run once every so often over the distended little
pleasure bud of her expanding clitoris, and smiling as his ears caught the
moans of pleasure his manipulations were eliciting. He turned his head
slightly, and gazed with a defiant look at his own wife, who sat hypnotized
by the adulterous display she was witnessing. Then his attention was drawn
once again to the pinkly seeping cunt of Kate Johnson, and he lowered his
head between her legs to drink of her flowing vaginal moisture.
"No ... Mark, no ... I want your cock ... I want your cock to rip me apart
... shove it into me, baby."
Mark looked again at Lynn, and then with a sadistic smile on his lips,
raised his muscularly tanned body over the eagerly waiting woman beneath
him.
"All right ... you'll get it. You'll get my cock."
"How lover boy? Tell me how!"
"Deep and hard. I'm going to fuck you until you beg for mercy, and then, 
I'm going to fuck you more."
"Oh, God," she sighed, "I can almost feel it already."
The undulating older woman pulled him down on her, raised her face and
locked her mouth tightly against his, as her tiny hand slid down between
them and closed around the pulsing hardness of his cock. He gasped at the
coolness of her fingers and pressed harshly against her lips, dueling madly
with her tongue. She crushed the full length of her body into his, opening
her legs wide to take him up between them.
Mark groaned above the unresisting woman as he felt her moving his cock up
and down between her legs, parting the softly curled hair of her vagina
with the pulsating, blood-filled head. The auburn curls grazed teasingly
against it, forcing it into greater hardness until it ached from the
excruciating pressure.
He couldn't stand another second of this torture. Flicking his hips forward
with a sudden thrust, he drove his desire-swollen member abruptly up into
the gaping hot mouth of her tantalizing pussy.
"Oooooo," she groaned, as his long cock raced up her cunt to the full
depths of her belly, suddenly hitting bottom, his balls slapping hard
against the smoothly rounded cheeks of her buttocks. He thrust harder,
screwing his pelvis tighter into her loins so she could not escape. He
deliberately made his cock throb deep inside her and was rewarded by
another low moan from between her tightly clenched teeth.
Tiny droplets of tears brimmed into the corners of Lynn's eyes as she
watched her naked hostess begin to rotate her pelvis beneath Mark's sunken
cock. She was seeing for the first time, with her own eyes, her own husband
having sex with another woman. She was barely conscious of Harry Johnson
speaking next to her.
"Do you want to leave?"
"No ... I don't think so," she managed after a short pause. "I want to see
it all and remember it for the rest of my life."
"You'll only hurt yourself," he murmured into her ear, a sly smile creasing
his face.
Blinded by tears, Lynn did not notice the strange expression. She watched
in disbelief as her husband bucked over Kate Johnson's writhing body. How
could he? she wondered. Her eyes were opened wide as she watched Mark's
lurching cock slide slowly up and down in the wet, clasping lips of the 
moaning woman's cunt, making a wet sluicing noise each time it entered. She
knew she should scream and tear them apart, but instead, she sat frozen in
immobility, and watched helplessly.
Mark ground his pelvis into the squirming woman beneath him as she strained
back under him, arching her loins and thrusting them both off the bunk a
few inches from the force of her upward lunges. Her mouth hung open and her
head flailed from side to side in wild abandon.
"Oh, fuck me hard!" she moaned, already delirious with pleasure. "Shove
your finger in my ass! Do it, quick!"
Reaching under her, Mark searched with his middle finger for her anus. When
he found the tiny puckered opening, he lubricated his finger with the
fluids that had trickled out around his hard-driving cock and began to
probe at the cringing little ass-hole. He pushed hard, feeling it give a
little, and then suddenly the tight elastic ring fell before his attack and
his finger slid in to the first knuckle. She cringed away, squirming
beneath him to escape the initial pain of his entry.
He pushed harder, sinking it in to the second knuckle.
"Aaaaaggggh, yessss," she shrieked, screwing her buttocks back on his
finger until it was buried to the palm of his hand.
Experimentally, he rotated it inside of the velvety depths of her rectum,
feeling the thin wall of flesh that separated her two passages and the
underside of his cock as it slid in and out of her. He began to pick up the
same rhythm with his finger, sawing it in and out, skewering her with the
lewd double-fucking. To his delight, she again picked up the tempo, bucking
madly and opening her legs wider to give him greater access to the dual
ravishment of her loins.
He could tell that she was near a climax as she began scissoring her legs
open and shut in time to his long, hard thrusts into her and he began
ramming harder, impaling her ass-hole with his finger to excite her more.
He heard her gurgling and gasping beneath him and he drubbed into her with
all his strength.
"Oh, I'm cumming!" she gasped frantically. "Fuck harder. Oh God, Mark, fuck
me harder, I'm ccuummmiinngggg!" She drew back her thighs tighter until the
whole of her wide-stretched pussy was offered up to him to fuck into as
hard as he wanted. Her slim ankles locked over his shoulders and her pelvis
writhed beneath him in a jerking dance of wildly abandoned ecstasy. Her
mouth slipped open, her unseeing eyes rolling up toward the ceiling.
A low, strangled scream suddenly forced itself from between Kate's
contorted lips and she screwed herself up on Mark's thickly ramming cock,
locking herself to him with her thighs while her loins jerked spasmodically
against his naked belly. A moment later, she collapsed limply beneath him
on the bunk. She lay still, except for the last trembling of her vaginal
muscles around his rampant cock. He thrust deep into her, then lay quiet
until she regained her strength.
"Your husband's quite a lover," Harry whispered in Lynn's ear, as she sat
beside him, trembling with horror and shock.
Lynn did not hear him, but only stared as if paralyzed at her husband's
still rigid cock, lying quietly now in Kate's oozing cunt. She moved
suddenly as her eyes rose to his face, and found his eyes staring at her
with a look of defiance and even challenge.
"What's the matter, Lynn?" he said brutally, "don't you like to see me
enjoying myself?"
Lynn was taken aback at the coarseness of his innuendo, and could only
manage to shake her head no, slowly and unconvincingly.
"Well," her husband said, still cutting her with the sharpness of his
sarcasm, "that's good. That's admirable. But don't let yourself be left
out. I mean, don't let me stop your having a little fun yourself, you
know?"
"Mark ... I ..."
"I mean Harry looks like he'd be willing to entertain you, wouldn't you,
Harry?" He glanced contemptuously at Harry. "And since you two seem to
enjoy each other so much, it would be a shame if you let my presence
inhibit you. After all, Kate and I aren't done yet by a long shot. Are we,
baby?"
"No, lover boy, not by a long shot," Kate answered. "Why don't you roll
over and let me give you something to remember me by."
With an evil grin on his face, and his eyes not leaving his shocked wife's
face, Mark extracted his swollen cock from Kate's glistening pink cunt, and
rolled away from her onto his back, lying tensely with his obscenely
bobbing hardness aimed straight up to the ceiling over head. He folded his
arms under his head so he could watch as she reached out and began stroking
him, sliding the loose outer flesh of his rock-hard shaft up and down in a
mesmerizing rhythm that increased the ache in his balls almost beyond
endurance. Suddenly, she scrambled to her knees and leaned over his loins, 
her face a scant two inches from the blood-engorged head of his
lust-hardened cock.
Her head dropped slowly and then her pointed tongue was flicking teasingly
into the wetness of the tiny opening on the tip. Mark sucked in his breath
as chills rippled along his spine. She dipped lower, enveloping the entire
sensitive head of his penis in the moist, warm pressure of her lips. As her
mouth tightened around it, he involuntarily thrust his pelvis upward,
pushing more of his tingling male-flesh up into the hot, wet cavity of her
sucking mouth.
Lynn could hardly breathe. She could hardly believe what she was seeing as
Kate lowered her head over Mark's lust-stiffened cock. She heard a soft
groan next to her.
"Kate's going to suck him off," Harry whispered, breathing heavily.
"Oh, God," Lynn moaned, tears brimming in her eyes. The awful sight of
Mark's penis disappearing into Kate's hungrily ovalled mouth was just too
much for her to stand. The sounds coming from them made her shudder: wet
sucking noises, punctuated occasionally by small mewls and groans of
totally absorbed pleasure. She wanted to get up and run, but knew her legs
would not support her. She could do nothing but sit there and listen in
torment while that woman made love to her husband.
Suddenly, she was aware of Harry's hand, softly massaging one of her
breasts. He gave a sudden hard pinch against the soft, rubbery nipple,
sending a flash of pain and, unexpectedly, pleasure shooting down the full
length of her spine. Frantically, she twisted against him, coming to face
again the lewd spectacle of her voluptuous hostess sucking her husband.
In her abrupt panic, the sight caught her by surprise and she stared for a
moment, fascinated by the obscene act they were performing.
Instead of the absolute revulsion she would have expected, she could feel a
strange light-fingered quivering up between her tensely trembling thighs.
She clenched her eyes shut again, but could not block out the lewd,
inciting picture. The soft moans and wet sucking sounds forced themselves
into her ears, magnifying the obscene image many times over.
As she felt her body begin to betray her for the second time that day, Lynn
uttered a low helpless groan which was quickly choked off by Harry's lips
pressing hard against hers. His tongue flicked into her mouth, causing her
to squirm frantically in an attempt to stem the flowing tide of passion
stealing over her. She tried to get away from him, but his strength was too
great.
"Did you see that?" Harry breathed into her ear. "He fucked her and now
she's sucking him."
"Yes, I ... I see," she mumbled back, the lewd words strangely exciting
her.
"I think you should pay him back," he whispered, pulling her around so that
they were facing each other. He ground his pelvis tightly against her,
sliding his hands down to the softness of her buttocks and pulling her
loins tightly into his.
"Oh, no, please, we can't ... not again," she whimpered, and her body
stiffened as she felt Harry begin to massage the soft white cheeks of her
buttocks from behind, pulling her loins harder against his. She clenched
her eyes shut, fighting with all her will against the sudden uncontrolled
sensations that were beginning to course through her body, but the soft
touch of his fingers against her nipple and the hardness of his penis
crushing into her quivering belly brought soft moans of helpless submission
to her lips. She gasped and held her breath as she felt his fingers in
contact with her naked flesh. She squirmed back, whimpering helplessly, as
one fingertip found the tiny, sensitive flesh of her clitoris.
Gently parting the soft, resilient pubic hair, Harry dipped his middle
finger into the wetly trembling passage of Lynn's burning cunt, teasing the
hardened button of her clitoris. It was damp and slippery from the unwanted
desire that had saturated her whole body, and she caught her breath to hold
in the groan of involuntary pleasure she felt building deep in her chest.
Tears of humiliation cascaded down her cheeks as, to her shameful horror,
she found herself reacting to the maddening caresses of her breasts and
vagina, a pulsing knot of itching compulsion spread through her loins,
squirming her hips in involuntary rhythm to his lewd fingering up between
her thighs.
"Spread your legs a little," Harry breathed harshly into her ear. "Spread
them wide."
"Oh, God, no, please," she pleaded through her tears and desire, as she
felt his wet mouth press into the soft, vulnerable flesh of her belly.
The aroused car dealer dropped his lips to her blonde pubic triangle and
gently spread the soft golden hairs, darting his tongue into the moistening
slit of her vagina.
"N-no, don't d-do that," she spluttered brokenly. "It ... it's not right
..."
Harry glanced up at her, "I'm going to kiss and lick your cunt. I'm going
to pussy-lick you with my tongue. And you're going to like it."
Lynn groaned in helpless submission as his incredibly lascivious words made
her tremble with a strange, wanton desire. She shuddered in unwilling
arousal as she felt him parting her pubic hair and slowly drawing apart the
soft pink lips of her cunt, exposing the moist tight slit to the fire of
his gaze. He stared at it for a long moment, then drove his head savagely
downward, his tongue darting hungrily and deep into the warmly throbbing
walls of her pussy.
"Oh, God, that's good," Mark groaned beside them on the bunk, lifting his
head a little higher for a clear view of Kate's contorted face wrapped
wantonly around his massive swollen cock. The sight of his swollen rod of
lust-hardened flesh sunk halfway up between her wide-stretched lips
increased the sensation a thousand fold. Still wet and glistening from the
juices of Kate's vaginal climax, it gleamed like a warrior's sword along
the part she had not yet taken between her lips. He felt her massaging the
soft, velvety skin of his balls tantalizingly with one hand, while the
thumb and forefinger of her other stroked its husky base as she began to
suck rhythmically up and down. He could feel the softness of her tongue
twirling maddeningly around it each time she withdrew her head, the tip
flicking magically across the tiny split on its knobby head. He flexed his
buttocks, his head still lifted, watching the crown of her head bobbing up
and down below.
Kate sensed Mark's throbbing reactions and began to suck his thickly
swollen cock a little harder, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the
hard, resisting flesh and leaving tiny white trails where they had scraped
the skin. As she reached under his buttocks to pull his loins up tighter to
her face, her tongue swiped around and around the throbbing cock-head until
Mark felt it nearing the bursting point. Watching her take as much of the
rigid shaft into her throat as was humanly possible, he wondered that she
didn't choke, but she continued the maddening sucking, on and on.
Great pools of heat began to build in the depths of his sperm-bloated balls
as he watched her face laboring over his fever-pitched loins. Tiny rivulets
of perspiration rolled down the sides of the older woman's body as she
bucked over him like a demon gone insane. The muscles of his stomach
tightened until it felt like they were going to snap from the pressure as
he arched his back up, shoving his hard fleshy rod even farther up between
the sensual moistness of her full lips. Excitedly, he watched as her lips
clung tightly to the shaft of his penis as if held there by some unseen
force. He knew that any moment he would lose control, would feel the
needle-thin streams of white, hot sperm rush from his balls along his shaft
and begin spewing in long streams into her waiting throat. Any minute now
... it's cumming ... it's cumming ...
"Oh, oh, God, ooooh," Lynn gasped, twitching uncontrollably as Harry's
tongue flicked out against the tiny bud of her rigidly swollen clitoris,
then drew back up through the sensitive, exposed pink flesh of her
involuntarily dilating cunt.
Raising his head to her passion-contorted face, Harry grinned in obscene
triumph. "Now, I'm going to fuck you, Lynn. I'm going to fuck you better
than you've ever been fucked before."
His lascivious words sent a new flurry of excitement fluttering through her
lust-heated loins, and she hungrily reached down to grasp his throbbing
shaft, forcing everything else from her tortured brain.
"Yes ... yes, Harry ... fuck me ... fuck me hard ..."
Harry moved up over her body, smiling lewdly as he felt her hand close
around the length of his rock-hard member, her fingers barely going around
it. He felt her tremble as she realized again its tremendous size, then
brace her body as she guided it up the valley of her buttocks, not letting
it lose contact with her flesh until it was poised between the palpitating
lips of her waiting vagina. Quivering half in fear and half in
anticipation, she spread her thighs wider apart and placed her trembling
hands on his buttocks, fearfully awaiting his first thrust.
She felt the huge rubbery head moving up and down, parting the sparse pussy
hair and the full, fleshy lips of her cunt, and then all of a sudden, the
small mouth of her tingling vagina popped helplessly open before it.
"Aaaaagh," she grunted as the elastic-rimmed tightness gave way and the tip
slipped through, cruelly stretching the tight opening until she felt as
though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless pressure.
Harry felt a wave of sadistic pleasure rush through him as he heard her
soulful protest. He was unable to conceal the vicious smile that twisted
his mouth, and he shoved a little harder, eliciting another long, low moan
from deep in her throat.
"Noooo, please, no more ... you're hurting me," she whimpered pitifully as
he drove another agonizing inch up into her defenseless pussy. He was much
to big! Even bigger than Hans! If he pushed again, he would split her wide
open!
Harry Johnson could barely contain the excitement her anguished pleas were 
bringing him as he slowly and relentlessly penetrated her cunt, flexing his
hips again and again, sinking into her an inch at a time. Suddenly, the
grin on his face faded and a contorted expression of sheer lust replaced
it. He had to fuck the little bitch, now, he had to!
He rammed forward, unmercifully, dropping his heavy weight onto her,
smashing her full, firm breasts beneath his powerful chest as he thrust his
hips at the same time, and his long, thick cock plunged into her moist,
frightened cunt with the brutal force of a battering ram, pushing the soft
fleshy folds of her vaginal walls in small rippling waves before it. He
could feel his balls slap tightly against her jerking anus as she tried
futilely to wriggle away from the sudden cruel impalement.
"Oh, God, stop," she breathed, "please, stop it. You're killing me!" Her
legs splayed wide apart, flailing helplessly in the air on either side of
his great muscular body, kicking and jerking as he pinned her securely to
the bunk. Her arms were outstretched, palms against his hips, attempting to
hold back the hard blunt head that pressed against her cervix like a great
hard stone.
Her belly had never been filled so completely in her life and his cock felt
as though it had ripped her vagina into a thousand shreds. She could feel
its every fleshy ridge, cruelly stretching her insides as she flexed her
vaginal muscles tightly together in an attempt to ward off the huge
invading cudgel. But the throb of her soft inner flesh only seemed to
incite him more, and she felt him reaming even farther up into her vainly
resisting young cunt. Helplessly, she clenched her teeth and endured it.
"Oh, God," Mark groaned beside his wife, as he lifted his head higher from
the bunk to watch Kate's penis-contorted face, her lips stretched wide with
the thickness of his aching cock buried deep in her mouth. She was
massaging the softly resilient skin of his balls with one hand and stroking
the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other, sucking
rhythmically up and down its length. The sight of his hard shaft sawing in
and out of her lewdly ovalled mouth caused Mark's loins to tense more and
jerk up into her face until it seemed as though he were ramming the whole
length far back into her willing throat. Practically all of it seemed to
disappear with each hard thrust he made until only a short stretch of it
showed glistening and red, protruding like the stump of a wet tree from
between her roundly distended lips. It was gorged with his fiery blood, a
pulsating shaft like a creature with its own existence and desires that he
could not control.
Kate was elated by his throbbing reaction and began to suck him harder,
jerking his loins up tighter to her face. Her entire being was focused on
the labor of giving him pleasure and she swiped her tongue around and 
around as he rammed the rigid shaft again and again into her throat. She
felt like she would choke any minute, but she continued the frenzied
sucking on and on, struggling for breath and catching small gasps of air on
each out-stroke. Her full heavy breasts danced and swayed below her rocking
torso, and she felt the flesh of her lips being pulled out grotesquely and
clinging to the thickness of his cock as she sucked hungrily, her cheeks
hollowing and filling with each virile thrust.
"Oh, suck it, suck it," Mark gasped through clenched teeth. Kate's body was
starting to gleam from the sheen of perspiration forming over her skin, and
Mark began to enjoy the vision of the gorgeous woman's kneeling,
subservient position, along with the tremendous physical sensations she was
giving him. He felt a strong pressure building up to an unbelievable pitch
in his balls and he knew that it would not be long now. His cock felt like
it was ready to explode and spew his hot sperm all over the cabin. He
thrust his hips up violently into her face and heard a sudden mumble of
protest from her as his huge penis fucked relentlessly far up into the wet
cavern, banging far back against her desperately working throat. But he
didn't care now, he could think of nothing but his need to end this
exquisite torturing sensation that was building, building, building,
mounting toward the final peak of ecstasy.
He moaned over and over again, his mouth opening and shutting as he
muttered incoherently, the fire in his balls now unbearably hot. Suddenly
he gasped and his cock began a wild staccato jerking that without warning
flooded the beautiful woman's greedily sucking mouth with burst after burst
of hot sticky sperm. Her cheeks hollowed and expanded as she greedily
swallowed the warm flooding gushes to keep from choking.
"Aaaaah, suck it, suck it, Kate!" he groaned as he tightened his hands in
her hair and convulsively slammed his pulsating cock farther and farther
into her mouth and down into her throat.
Kate gagged and coughed spasmodically as she swallowed to regain her
breath, but kept sucking wildly as he continued to shoot his lewd male cum
far back into her throat. Small droplets of the pungent liquid dribbled
from the corners of her mouth as he moaned his last, sighing with relief.
Little by little, the exhausted penis deflated in her mouth and Mark panted
heavily as he flung out his arms to either side in happy weariness. Kate
lay there for another moment or two with her head resting on his thigh,
still nibbling softly at the now limp and spent cock. At last she lifted
her head and his softened penis slipped out of her lips with a low,
reluctant slurping sound.
Lying beside them on the bunk, Lynn was beginning to feel the first
galvanic tingles of lewd desire returning to her own body, exciting 
licentious little chills that crept up and down the base of her spine in
rhythm with the even measured cadence of Harry Johnson's great cock
skewering wetly up into her now gratefully accepting belly. Her body seemed
to be twitching and writhing of its own will, and she groaned incessantly
into his mouth, shoving her tongue with a sudden complete abandon into his
throat. Unconsciously, she drew back her legs, opening her cock-hungry
pussy even wider to his pounding assault, her buttocks moving voluntarily
now against the bunk beneath her.
Harry slipped his hands down her curvaceous sides and slid them under the
softly round globes of her wriggling buttocks, cupping them hotly in each
hand. They were flexing and unflexing, shuddering in his fingers as he
clamped his hands tightly around them. He jerked her up tighter to his
loins and felt her straining her thighs further back, the moist warm hole
of her cunt flowering open to welcome his cock to even greater depths.
Lynn did not even try to comprehend what had happened to her body, the new
wave of arousal that was saturating her whole being. She was only aware
that the pain was suddenly gone, giving way to a maddening electric-like
tingle that began deep within her womb and spread relentlessly over the raw
nerve-ends of her flesh. Her eyes closed and her tongue worked and slavered
up into his mouth as small mewling noises of velvety pleasure rumbled from
her throat. She knew the cords in her neck and thighs were standing out
hard and tense as she writhed beneath him from the fervency of her feeling.
There was no longer any thought of anything, just the exquisite sensation
of lying beneath this man who was fucking her, and giving back to him what
he was giving to her.
Harry gloated in triumph as he felt Mark Shaffer's wife's naked body
increase in hungry gyrations up and down, faster and faster with each
passing second, the urgency of her thrusts becoming more pronounced, her
lust-bared teeth clenching her lower-lip as she strained uncontrollably
toward orgasm. He moved suddenly into longer, smoother strokes that brought
his lust-swollen cock almost all the way out of her clasping vagina on the
backstroke and then thrusting forward into her uplifted buttocks again
until he could feel the harsh slap of his balls against the unprotected
crevice of her anus.
"Oh, Harry, it's so beautiful, so gooood," she cried out, her mind lost in
the dizzying spirals of ecstasy. Her legs opened and closed around his hips
as she bucked beneath him, arching her body up so that more of his
desire-hardened cock could enter her. She felt totally possessed by him
and, at that moment, wanted nothing so much as for him to just take her
like an animal to show her that he was the victor by sheer power in the
eternal struggle between the sexes, to make her scream out the agonizing
pleasure of her defeat.
Harry worked his cock around and around inside of her, feeling the muscular
ridges of her vagina around his smooth sliding weapon as he pounded and
crashed into the smooth fleshy sheath. His tempo increased as her legs
clamped tightly around his hips, tensing on each stroke to bring them down
to her with even more fury. He sensed that she was rapidly approaching her
climax as her knees drew up and her moist splayed vagina bucked wildly
against his lustfully ramming cock, sucking him deeper and deeper up into
her, trapping his hardened flesh with unbelievable muscular ripples and
twitches.
"Oh ... oh ... oh ... oooooooh ..." she began to chant rapturously as her
host's excitedly throbbing penis fucked savagely into her steaming wet
pussy, slamming against her upturned cervix, his balls smacking heavily
against her roundly straining buttocks. Finally it was too much to bear,
and, like a dam collapsing before a flood wave, her mind began to
disintegrate before the force of the overpowering sensation that was
radiating out from her loins.
With an abrupt, deep-throated moan, Lynn's body began to vibrate
uncontrollably, her legs jack-knifing out and around over his back as her
heels pounded wildly against his buttocks. Feeling her reach the pinnacle
of excitement, Harry was aware that his cock had begun to expand inside her
trembling cunt, growing bigger and bigger until he thought it might burst
from the fantastic pressure of lust building deep in his sperm-bloated
balls.
Then, suddenly, Harry, too, could hold back no longer. The muscles in his
buttocks began to tense and twitch as the boiling sperm began to churn up
through his lust-swollen balls and wildly jerking cock, exploding out into
her spastically clasping cunt. Cupping the round cheeks of her firm young
ass closer around his convulsively emptying penis, he beat a wild tattoo
against her upthrust loins. Then, with a groan, and a last dying spurt of
hot male semen deep up into her belly, he collapsed on her nakedly
quivering form.
A stillness crept over the cabin, punctuated only by the heavy panting of
the four satiated people laying naked on the large bunk in the aftermath of
their orgiastic revel. Harry was smiling at his wife, enjoying with her
what had been a fantastic, though not by any means rare, session. Lynn had
escaped from under Harry's bulky weight, and was lying on her side, her
head turned so that she would not have to confront her husband. And Mark
lay calm now, already clear in his mind about the result this totally
unrealistic event in his life was going to have on his future, and his
marriage, in that order.
"Well now," came the husky voice from above their heads, "it looks like
I've missed the party."
Hans looked down with an obscene grin deforming his swarthy face, at the
four naked, glistening bodies on the bunk below. He chuckled at their
surprise, and began to descend into the cabin.
"I don't guess anybody minds if one more joins the party?" he said lewdly.
There was a pause, and then Kate's sensuous voice broke the silence.
"Well," she said, invitingly, "I certainly don't."
"Well, I do!"
Mark lurched off the bunk, and grabbed for his clothes.
"You four can stay down here as long as you want, and fuck each other to
death for all I care," he said, pulling on his pants hastily and gathering
up the rest of his clothes in his arms, "but I'm leaving. I can only take
so much."
"But Mark," Kate asked, offended, "wasn't I good for you baby?"
Mark turned to her, and ran one hand quickly along her face, giving her a
slight pat at the same time.
"Sweetheart, you were magnificent. We'll do it again sometime."
He turned and made his way to the cabin door, easing around the burly form
of Hans, who was already shedding himself of his clothes, making himself
ready to partake in this feast of the senses.
"You take my place." he said sarcastically to Hans, then, turning to stare
at his wife with bitter rejection, he said, "And take care of my wife for
me, will you? It looks to me like she just can't get enough."
"Mark!!!!" Lynn cried out, her insides suddenly twisted in an overwhelming
panic, "You ... you're not going to leave me here?"
Mark looked at her coldly, as though she were a stranger, as though there
had never been any love between them. And she knew, immediately, with a
terrifying certainty, that he was going to leave her, was going to walk
away and completely abandon her for all time to the hell she had lived
aboard the Vera. 
"Mark ... please God ... you can't! I'm sorry ... please ... I'll make it
up to you ... you can't leave me here ... you can't ..."
"You're wrong my dear," he said quietly, "I can, and I will."
His face didn't soften as she broke down in soul-wracking sobs, crumpling
on the bunk as though she might die from the panic twisting her body in a
vise-like grip.
"I have plans for my life, sweet wife of mine," he continued in the same
unemotional voice, "and after today, you could never fit in them. And I'm
not even really very sorry about it."
He turned on his heel and began to climb the ladder leading out of the
tension-charged cabin. He was stopped mid-way up by Harry's slick voice.
"Well, I'm sorry to see you go Mark. Very sorry. Especially as we didn't
get a chance to discuss our little business deal."
Mark paused, and then turned his face to them, as they sprawled
lasciviously before him in obscene nakedness. He looked one last time at
his small wife's huddling form, totally unaware of Hans' huge hand as it
began to caress her back soothingly, and then he turned back to Harry.
"Of course, Harry. The deal is still on. After all, that's what this trip
was all about, wasn't it?"
He climbed the ladder quickly, and disappeared without another word into
the hot brilliance of the scorching Caribbean sun.


The End
