While Husbands Work
by Kelly Greer


FOREWORD 

Ever since Charles Darwin recorded his observations and theories in the 
monumental treatise, Voyage of the Beagle, thinking men have accepted his 
maxim of "the survival of the fittest" as one of the first laws of nature. 
The truth of his theory has been tested and proven in countless ways, and 
man has found that he himself, and the society he has created, is no more 
exempt from the ultimate consequences of this impartial justice than is the 
lowest of animal forms, striving for life in a universe where the final law 
has always been, and always will be, eat or be eaten... kill or be killed. 

Author Kelly Greer has given us in her first novel, While Husband Works, a 
terrifying and yet compassionate glimpse into the effects this most basic of 
truths has on the life of one individual, one unimportant cog in the 
machinery of this inexorable pattern. Alison Ducharme, the heroine of this 
exciting story, is not unique. In fact, you might be able to see in her 
tragic downfall reflections of a friend, or even a relative. She is an 
individual who is tested mercilessly, thrown unprepared into a gladiatorial 
arena defined by her own moral and physical limitations, and confronted with 
antagonists for whom she is no match. It is perhaps the very inevitability 
of her downfall that impresses us the most, for hers is the age-old story of 
might makes right, reality shattering innocence, brute force prevailing over 
mere morality. 

Yet While Husband Works is more than this, for the author does not confine 
herself to sweeping generalizations or removed descriptions of universal 
laws. This fascinating novel takes Darwin's theories one step further and, 
not content with a purely clinical and scientific approach, portrays with 
vivid clarity the pitiful struggles of one creature whose life is altered 
irrevocably by forces beyond her control. 

Or are they beyond her control? This is the second, and perhaps more 
relevant question posed in this thought-provoking book. For Alison Ducharme 
soon discovers that the enemy lies within as well as without. She soon 
realizes that she is not only pitted in desperate battle with her three 
hosts aboard the Patricia, but is involved in a tormenting struggle within 
her own soul, between the forces of morality and sensuality. She is involved 
in a "maiden voyage" all her own, a voyage that leaves her suspended over a 
chasm of physical temptation, her only salvation a tenuous hold on her 
spiritual will. And which will prove the stronger? Which will survive the 
tempestuous conflict which provides the focal point of this perceptive work? 
These are questions which concern us all, and the answers come to Alison 
Ducharme no more easily than they do to us. 

And yet the author makes no attempt to prescribe Alison Ducharme's solution 
to the struggle within her for any reader. Inherent in all this fascinating 
study is the premise that we must all, in our own ways and in our own time, 
find the solution ourselves. No one can help us, no one can lift the burden 
of decision from our shoulders. We all stand naked before Darwin's impartial 
universe, and yet, paradoxically, it is perhaps our very helplessness that 
is our strength. 

Miss Greer was born in Cape Cod, and has spent most of her life in close 
proximity with ships and the sea. We feel that the realism and believability 
she has brought to her first novel is ample proof of her love for, and 
familiarity with, all aspects of nautical life. 

It is with extreme pride that we, the publishers, offer this provocative and 
moving story for your consideration. We hope you will feel, as we do, that 
While Husband Works is one of the brightest new lights on the literary 
horizon, and will look forward with eager anticipation to the next 
scintillating product of her unique and creative mind. 

-The Publishers 


CHAPTER ONE 

A hum filled Alison Ducharme'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 sky. 

The hum grew louder as she began to wake up. She wondered vaguely what it 
was, and then remembered. Of course. The Patricia's motor. Todd Blackman'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... Jerry?" Alison 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. 

Alison Ducharme was a small woman, with a neatly formed, symmetrical body, 
that made one think immediately of a physically mature sixteen year old. And 
even though Alison was thirty, 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 Alison's smooth, lovely arms as she lay on the 
bobbing shipdeck. 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, Jerry, had told her to be friendly to Todd Blackman, and 
had said that the sale of Jerry's used car lot to Todd might depend on the 
impression they gave him this week. And Alison had done her best. She 
instinctively knew when men found her attractive and entertaining, and she 
knew that Todd Blackman was now numbered among those men. There was nothing 
premeditated in this, for Alison was definitely not a scheming woman; it 
simply grew out of her own vivaciousness and joy. Blackman had been 
attentive since they had set sail, and Alison felt now that he was won over. 

Todd Blackman 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... Alison had worked as a part-time bookkeeper for Todd'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 Miami, 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 Jerry's lot was so small, and they did need 
the money. Besides, Jerry had finally agreed, and had even helped her get 
the job. Still, she knew that Jerry didn't really like the idea, even though 
she was helping to make ends meet. 

Alison 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. 

"Jerry... " 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 Jerry with his 
business, to really contribute, to make sure he would know she wasn't the 
"little kid" he sometimes called her affectionately. 

She could hardly wait to see him in Baja, 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. Todd Blackman and his wife 
Nan had invited them for a week's cruise, and Jerry had immediately 
accepted. Alison knew that this was an important chance for him to settle 
the business deal with Todd, who'd offered to buy out Jerry's business for a 
very generous sum. Jerry hadn't told her how much, but she knew that it was 
a lot, and she knew it was very important for Jerry to firm up the deal. 
Jerry has ambitions, she thought proudly, and I am going to help him realize 
them. 

At the last minute, though, Jerry had had to go out of town, to talk with 
some people in California, and he had been afraid that to call off the 
cruise might offend Blackman and jeopardize his chances of selling his lot. 
He had asked Todd if he would mind-if Alison went along without him, and if 
he flew over to meet them after a few days in Baja. Todd didn't seem to 
mind, but when Jerry had told Alison she had had reservations. 

Alison laughed at herself now for being so worried. The only thing she could 
think of last week when Jerry 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 
Jerry had convinced her that if she went and had a good time with the 
Blackmans, it would help him tremendously in his business deal, and she 
would enjoy it besides. Nan Blackman had also called her on the telephone 
that night, and Alison was reassured that this woman with the friendly voice 
would be along as well, so what could happen? 

Alison 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 ocean, with nothing but the sun above her 
and the surging motion, up and down... up and down... 

Alison dozed off again, rocked into semi-consciousness by the gentle 
rhythmic pitching of the Patricia. She would see Jerry in another couple of 
days, and that would make things complete. And he would be proud of her for 
having made Blackman receptive to the sale. And Jerry would run smiling to 
her... smiling... and Jerry... he would be so happy with... proud... she was 
a woman, not... little kid... and all right... everything would be all 
right... 

Alison slept, unthinking, as the Patricia plowed her way to the west and 
Baja. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Todd Blackman watched as the voluptuous Alison Ducharme 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 hadn't 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. Todd 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 north, Fritz, and hold her steady," he said. 

Fritz Reitz started. "Yes sir," he said quickly, and swung the big wheel of 
the Patricia until the compass needle was resting precisely on a southwest 
bearing. 

Todd looked at his captain, at his huge frame and his powerful arms resting 
lightly on the wheel. He could see Fritz had been devouring Alison'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. 

Todd 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 Todd conducted with the 
same fervor that had made his the most successful used car business in 
Miami. Todd considered himself a successful lover too, and if the number of 
his conquests was any indication, he was right. Todd 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 lying, unaware of his plans 
completely. In the day and a half they'd been at sea, Alison 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 Todd had handled this kind of 
situation before, and he knew he could do it again. 

Alison 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, Todd thought, and decided Alison 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. 

Todd glanced behind him at the churning wake created by the powerful 370 
horses down below decks. The Patricia 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 Patricia 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. Todd was taking 
her from Miami to Baja, 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 Patricia. 
Todd loved his new yacht like he had never loved a woman. "The only trouble 
is," Todd liked to say, "you can't fuck a boat." 

He looked up along the deck again at Alison, 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. Todd 
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 Todd's trunks, but 
Todd didn't notice. He was watching as if hypnotized by the methodical in 
and out, in and out, of Alison'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... Todd'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 Alison Ducharme's tight 
little cunt. 

Todd 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 Alison lay vulnerable in her near-nakedness. Todd 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. Blackman!" 

The voice stopped Todd 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 Fritz Reitz. 

"What... what is it?" Todd managed to get out. 

"I just thought you might want to come and check this oil pressure, sir." 

Todd realized, with a start, that Fritz must have been watching him all the 
time. Todd was momentarily embarrassed, and then angry. 

"What the hell's wrong with it, you bastard?" he snarled. 

Fritz's grin didn't leave his face. 

"As a matter of fact, not a thing, sir." 

Todd stood glaring down at the sunburned, scarred face of his captain, 
uncertain whether to give him hell or to continue his attack on Alison, 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 Fritz was 
right. Todd Blackman was not the raping kind, and he knew it. He would have 
ruined everything by throwing himself on Alison, and he would have been 
beaten back by her first scream. No, raping a woman was for other men, Todd 
knew. Men like Fritz Reitz. 

"You bastard," Todd said softly, defeated. 

"Yessir," Fritz grinned. 

Todd 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 Fritz, "but an awful hard cunt to crack." 

Todd 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. 

Fritz 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, Fritz thought, looking up to where Alison slept in blissful ignorance, 
that little honey's legs would be split in two wide-spread pieces by now. 

"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." 

Fritz checked the compass, and brought the boat back around to 
south-southwest. Blackman may own this boat, he thought, but he sure can't 
navigate it. Fritz could navigate it though. Fritz could do anything when it 
came to boats. Ever since his fifteenth birthday when he'd run away from his 
home in Alborg, he'd been working the boats on the Gulf of Mexico; 
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 
Danish forebears, the best sailors in the world. And now he was captaining 
Blackman's Patricia. 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 Blackman. It was the little 
dividends that Fritz most enjoyed. Blackman usually ended up fucking every 
female "guest" on his cruises, but there were often guests who were a little 
reluctant to accept Todd's peculiar brand of hospitality. It was Fritz's 
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. 

Fritz had one other source of income that sometimes arose from his cruises 
with Todd Blackman. Everybody on Todd's boat, sooner or later, did something 
he'd rather not have other people know about, and Fritz was smart enough to 
realize that there was money to be made in knowing how to keep your mouth 
shut. Fritz never came on board without his camera, stuffed down inside the 
middle of his duffel bag, and he had often used it. Even Todd didn't know 
about this little bit of free enterprise. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Todd Blackman started, and wondered what awoke 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, Nan, 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!" 

"Owww!" Nan 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," Nan said quietly. "I try to be nice to you... " 

Todd 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. 

Nan 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." Todd 
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." 

Nan looked at him, and laughed as she said, "Todd, 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 
Alison Ducharme lay innocently sleeping. "Well, she is pretty, I'll say that 
much for her." There was just a trace of jealousy in Nan's voice. 

Todd 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." 

Nan looked at her husband and forced a smile. "Would you be able to keep 
your great big paws off that girl if I minded?" 

Todd 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." 

Nan watched as Todd 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 Alison 
Ducharme 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. 

Alison Ducharme didn't use much make-up, Nan 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 Todd 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 Todd 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 
Todd Blackman 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 Todd would decide to trade 
in his present wife on a newer, younger model. Someone like Alison Ducharme, 
perhaps. 

She glanced at Alison'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?" Todd asked, turning to her. 

"Oh, nothing really," Nan said. "I was just wondering what Jerry Ducharme 
would say if he knew the plans you have for his lovely young bride." She 
turned to him. "Do you think Ducharme knows anything about that business 
deal of yours?" 

Todd 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 Ducharme's face when I sell his 
property to the city for triple what it cost me." 

"What does the city want it for, anyway?" Nan queried. 

"Hell, I don't know," Todd 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. Todd was an expert at finding the right palms to grease. "Don't worry, 
Jerry Ducharme has no idea his property is worth that much." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

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 Alison Ducharme. 

"I'm talking about business, honey. Why don't you go below aft while I 
attend to a little pleasure?" 

Nan 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!" Todd laughed, as he handed her his empty glass. "Take 
this with you when you go." 

Nan took the glass, and turned, climbing out of the cockpit, made her way to 
the aft cabin, where she disappeared, unsmiling, down the companionway. 

Todd 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. Alison lay on her stomach 
now, awake, gazing forward as the Patricia cut her way through the calm 
seas. Todd 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 Todd" ploy, as he liked to call it. He'd have to have that bastard 
Fritz's help, but he'd done that before, and the Dane knew just what was 
expected of him. Let Fritz molest the girl just a little, and then the only 
person she could turn to would be old "Uncle Todd". And "Uncle Todd" 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 
Alison's case, because she didn't even recognize any sexual advance short of 
rape, it was the only way. 

Todd stood up, and walked back to where his burly captain was sitting lazily 
with one hand on the wheel. Todd knew he'd have to be careful how he handled 
him. 

"I'm getting tired of waiting, Fritz," he said, taking over the wheel at the 
same time. 

"Waiting for what, Mr. Blackman?" Fritz asked, though he knew very well what 
Blackman was tired of waiting for, and realized simultaneously that this 
cruise was going to be one of the good ones. 

"Alison Ducharme," stated Todd simply, and waited for Fritz to make the next 
move. 

"Oh yeah, right," said Fritz, unable to keep from wetting his lips lewdly 
with a quickly darting tongue. "Well, Mr. Blackman, sir, it sure would be a 
shame to pass this one up." 

"I don't have any intention of passing her up, Fritz, and you know it. I'm 
just trying to decide on the best way to go about it." 

Fritz sneered inwardly at Todd'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 Key West, what 
was her name?" 

"Marcie," Fritz said. "Yeah, I remember her." And Mimi, and Ann, and Sandra. 
" 

"That's right, Marcie. 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. Blackman, I know exactly what you mean." 

"But don't overdo it, Fritz, you hear me? Just shake her up a little bit." 

Fritz looked Todd in the eye, and smiled obediently. 

"Mr. Blackman, 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." 

Fritz nodded as he leaned down to pick up his T-shirt from the deck beside 
him. 

Yessir, Mr. Blackman, I'll remember what you said. I'll remember all the 
time I'm fucking the living shit out of the hot little bitch. Fritz 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. Ducharme?" 

Alison twisted around quickly from her stomach around onto her elbow, and 
threw a frightened look up at Fritz's obsequious face. "Oh, my... you 
startled me." 

"Oh, I'm sorry about that, Mrs. Ducharme. I didn't mean to scare you." Fritz 
smiled almost sweetly. 

"No, no," Alison 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. Blackman 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." 
Alison took the hand Fritz 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." 

Fritz 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. Ducharme, I'll go below and crack some ice... 

"No, I'm done, I'm ready." Alison 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." Fritz bent down over Alison'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 Alison, gathering her things up inside her towel. "I think 
I'm ready now." 

Fritz 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 Todd as he passed, 
but he knew Todd was looking at him. 

"Thank you very much, Mr. Blackman," Alison said, "I didn't know it was 
already happy hour." 

"For the last time, Alison, the name is Todd," and he smiled warmly. 

"Oh, I'm sorry... Todd... I forgot." 

"Don't worry about it. Go on down below, and let Fritz take care of you." 

"That sounds good," Alison replied, "I'll be right back." 

Todd watched as his bookkeeper's beautiful body disappeared down the 
companionway. He looked at his watch, smiled to himself, and swung the 
Patricia onto a southwest heading. 

"What can I get for you," Fritz asked, when they'd both reached Blackman's 
well stocked bar. 

"Oh, I don't know. Something cool." 

"How about a gin and tonic?" 

"That's fine." Alison set her towel-wrapped bundle on the table, and looked 
around the cabin, amazed as always by the luxuriousness of the furnishing, 
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," Fritz mumbled. 

Alison waited for him to add something to his remark, and when he didn't... 

"How long have you worked for Todd... for Mr. Blackman I mean?" 

"A couple of years." 

Again Alison waited, and again the muscled seaman didn't elaborate. She 
looked around the cabin again, and then back at Fritz. 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." 

Fritz 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?" Alison asked, wishing she'd never brought it up. 

"Virgo." Fritz's lips pronounced the syllables slowly, like an obscene 
challenge. 

"Oh, I really can't believe that," Alison giggled uncomfortably. Fritz 
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. Fritz paid no 
attention to the hint. 

"Are you interested in astrology?" he asked. "Oh, yes," Alison replied 
uneasily, "yes, I certainly am. Aren't you?" 

"Sure." Fritz 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 Alison 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," Fritz said, making his way through the main cabin to 
the door of the fo'c'sle, his cabin. 

"Oh no," Alison said quickly, "please don't go to any trouble." 

"No trouble at all. Come on." Fritz opened the door to his cabin and stood 
to one side. "I don't think you've seen this part of this beautiful boat." 

Alison hesitated. She had no desire to be alone with this powerful man in 
his own cabin. Fritz 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," Alison 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 Fritz's 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 Fritz's spine as Alison 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 Blackman's 
warning not to overdo it, not Alison'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 Alison'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. Fritz 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. 

Fritz 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. 

Alison was discomforted by the fact that Fritz remained with his back to 
her. "Is anything the matter?" she asked. 

"No... " Fritz's 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. Fritz turned the key in the 
lock of the door with a click that resounded through the cabin. And there 
was complete silence except for Fritz's heavy, desperate breathing. 

A shiver of paralyzing fear ran through Alison'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 Alison knew that Fritz 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. Alison turned to ice as she realized that the only thing which 
stood in the way of the Dane's lust for satisfaction, was her own, helpless, 
defenseless body. 

"Fritz!" Alison 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 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." 

Alison watched in horror as Fritz's 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 of course unnoticed down her terrified face. 

"That's it, cry a little for me, baby," Fritz leered. "Why don't you try a 
little scream while you're at it. They'll never hear you up on deck." 

Alison knew that Fritz was right. With the noises of the Patricia'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... Fritz's lone, eagerly jerking cock 
sprang powerfully from its prison and stood straight out from his loins, 
growing all the time in size, swelling until Alison thought it would burst. 
The only thing she could think in her hysterical state was that the Dane 
wasn't wearing any underwear. Fritz's giant, throbbing column jutted out 
through the zipper of his jeans like a spear, and Alison felt the point 
already at her throat. He began to step toward her. 

"No... Fritz... please... don't do this... " and suddenly the realization 
hit her like a shot, that Fritz 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 Fritz crossed the short distance between them, and covered Alison'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. 

Alison 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. 

Fritz 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 Fritz caught her 
skull in one hand and jerked her mouth under his again, deeper and harder. 

Her small size made Alison 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. Fritz could kill her, and through his maddened 
lust he wouldn't 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." 
Fritz's mouth had left her 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 if 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 Fritzie 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?" Fritz 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?" 

Alison lay there completely immobilized, frozen into semi-shock. She lay 
unmoving, as Fritz's 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 Fritzie gets you ready 
for the biggest fucking of your life." 

Alison 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... " Alison 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 Fritz's powerful body moved up and over 
her. She quickly tried to close her legs, but Fritz's 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 Fritzie come home? He's got a great big cock here that's dying to 
squeeze itself into some little nest." 

"No Fritz... 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 Alison 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 Alison 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 rash that left her gasping for breath. 

" Aaaaaaaggggghhhhh! " 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!" Alison 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. 

Alison 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, Fritz 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 Alison opened her legs out as wide as she 
could to make the next plunge even deeper. 

Fritz 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. 

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH! " 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 Alison 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 Fritz's 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. Alison 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. 

Alison 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. 

"OOOOooooohhhh! OOOOOOOOoooooo! AAAAwwwwgggg!" 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. 

"AAAAaaaawwwwgggg!" 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 
impassioned 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 Patricia was filled with an unearthly stillness. 

"Christ," said Fritz, the first to come to his senses. "Christ!" 

Alison moaned softly. Fritz looked down at her appreciatively. 

"Baby," he said, "You are the best goddamn woman I ever in my life laid." 

Alison'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 Alison'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 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. 

Alison 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?" Fritz mumbled. 

"Leave... please... go away." 

Fritz 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... ," Alison 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." Fritz 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." Fritz opened the door, and walked out of the cabin without 
looking back at the huddled, sobbing figure on his bunk. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"Is anything the matter, Alison? You haven't touched a bite of your dinner." 

Alison Ducharme was startled out of her reverie by the smooth voice of Todd 
Blackman, and she looked up quickly from her plate to his gently smiling 
face. 

"Oh no, Todd, not at all. There's nothing the matter at all. Really. I guess 
I'm just not very hungry tonight." 

Todd smiled at his wife, and Nan smiled quickly back at him, lowering her 
eyes to her meal. 

What's wrong with me, Alison 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 Nan had cooked as a special treat for their evening 
meal. 

"Funny," Todd 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 Alison 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 Fritz 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 Baja." 

Alison jerked her head up, knowing that Todd was talking to her, not knowing 
what he had said. 

"I'm sorry, Todd," she said, passing a hand vaguely across her eyes with a 
nervous laugh, "I was ten thousand miles away. What was it you said?" 

Todd stared at her, his face the picture of felicitous concern. 

"Are you sure you're feeling all right, Alison? You look a little pale. 
Doesn't she, Nan?" 

"Yes, you certainly do, dear," Nan said, her eyes assuming the size and 
softness of the archetypal big sister. "Maybe you want to go lie down for 
awhile. Get off your feet... " 

"No, really, I'm fine," Alison said hurriedly, "I think maybe I got a little 
too much sun or something... " 

"That must be it," Todd agreed, "Listen, why don't you go up on deck and get 
some air. Nan and I can do the dishes." 

"Oh, no, honestly, I'd be happy to help." 

"Go on," laughed Nan "Any time I can get Todd to help with the dishes, it's 
an occasion. Don't rob me of the chance." 

"Well, if you're sure... " Alison said hesitantly, wanting above all else to 
escape the suffocating closeness of the small cabin. 

"Alison, if I'm not sure, my wife is," Todd 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." 

Alison 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 Nan. 

Alison 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." 

Todd and Nan 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, summer night. 

"Our guest seems to be a little upset about something," Todd grinned and 
turned to run a hand suggestively up under his wife's dress on one of her 
fleshy thighs. 

Nan twisted herself on the seat, and arching her back to her powerful 
husband, moaned seductively, "Ummmm, baby... She's not the only one." 

"Hey, watch it, kiddo," Todd laughed. "What about those dishes we're 
supposed to be doing?" 

Nan didn't answer, but instead, smiled and began unfastening the top button 
on her husband's Bermuda shorts. 

Coming up on deck, Alison could make out the shadowed figure of Fritz, the 
Patricia'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 glimmering arch of water coursing off the Patricia's bow. 

Oh Jerry, 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 Patricia's 
lust lust-maddened captain. She knew she must tell Todd Blackman, and that 
Todd must go with her to the police, to make some kind of complaint, to put 
this sex maniac in jail, something. She couldn't just let the whole affair 
pass unnoticed, acting as though nothing had happened. Todd 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 Alison's beautiful head, playing tag all 
the while with an undefined fear: a fear that to create an unpleasant scene 
abroad the Patricia, to involve the police, to prosecute Fritz, would 
automatically mean publicity. She knew that Todd Blackman was a very private 
man, and she was terribly afraid that to create any kind of scandal would 
destroy any willingness Todd had to cement his business deal with her 
husband, Jerry. And that was the most important thing occupying her mind. If 
the deal fell through now, Alison knew that it would be all her fault. All 
Jerry'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. Alison knew that she could not afford to create a scandal aboard 
the Patricia, 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. 

Alison 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 
Patricia'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 Fritz's 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. 

Jerry, 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. Alison 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. 

Alison 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. Alison 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. 

Alison and Jerry 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 lust consuming all rationality. 
Jerry 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 Alison 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. 

Alison opened her eyes, surprised to find she was still on the deck of the 
gently tossing Patricia, and not in her own back-yard, lying quietly with 
Jerry 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 Jerry 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 Todd, 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 Patricia, a situation that would antagonize 
Todd, 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? Alison twisted on the deck in indecision. Surely she should have 
known better than to go with Fritz to his cabin, surely she could have done 
something to stop his crazed attack, unless... 

Alison 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 Fritz 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 Patricia 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 Fritz's 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 Patricia, 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, Nan and Todd 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 Alison'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, Todd! Ohhh, yes! Yes! You've got such a beautiful hard cock! I love it 
inside, love it filling my cunt! Ohhhh! Fuck me, Todd, fuck me like this 
forever! Ohhhhhh!" 

Alison 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, Nan, Nan!" came the panting voice of Todd Blackman. "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, Alison held her 
breath, waiting for the next terrible outrage to be committed on all that 
was sweet and good. 

"Ahhhhh!" Nan cried out abandonedly. "Fuck up into me with your cock like 
that again, Todd! Ahhhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhhh!" 

Alison 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 parent's 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 Nan. 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, Alison 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 Jerry 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. 

Nan Blackman, 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 Todd'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. 

Alison'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. 

Todd 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 Alison. He 
knelt, his glistening red penis still poised at the hungry mouth of Nan'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, Todd, honey!" Nan moaned, panting. 

"More! Beg for my cock! Beg for my cock to cum inside that hot cunt of 
yours!" 

"Yes! Yes, Todd! 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!" 

Alison 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 Nan's 
expanded belly, and Alison heard her emit a low, almost painful squeal that 
made her wince from the harsh force it echoed. And in Alison's empathetic 
weakened state, it was as if Jerry 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. 

Todd was hammering fiercely into his wife's wide-splayed cunt now, his lips 
once more fastened on her pointed, bursting nipple. And as Alison 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 Alison 
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, Todd, faster! Faster!" Nan chanted on the bunk. "Fm almost there, 
Todd... I'm almost ready to climax! Ohhhh! Cum! Cum! Cum!" 

"Ohhhh," 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. 

Alison 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. 

"Ooooooh, yesss, ooooh, yesss," Nan chanted over and over as Todd 
ceaselessly slammed his throbbing, expanding cock deep into her nakedly 
rounded belly with long hard lunges. Alison'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!" Nan 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, Alison saw Nan shiver under her husband's brutal assault. 

"Oh, God!... Yes, yesss, I'm cummmmmming!" she cried, "Oh, God, I'm 
cummming, nowwwww!" With a deep-throated groan, Nan's body stiffened and 
began vibrating uncontrollably, wet white cum oozing from the throbbing 
passage and drowning Todd'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. 

Nan 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. 

Alison saw Nan 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 Todd'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. 

Allison stared at the lewd stream of ejaculations running down between Nan's 
wide-split buttocks, and just as Todd's cum triggered his wife's orgasm, so 
too did it set off her own climax. The lovely, betwitched 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 Jerry... Aaaagggghhhh!!! 

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. Jerry 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 Patricia. 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 Fritz 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, Alison prayed. 

* * * 

And all the while, Fritz sat in his cockpit, ears attuned to the sounds of 
his employers in the cabin below, eyes fixed on the unmistakably suggestive 
movements of Alison's body silhouetted against the dim night sky, and a very 
lewd and knowing smile twisting his moist, half-open lips. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Todd Blackman 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 day at sea. Probably 
another hot one, Todd thought to himself, but that's the best kind. 

He was in good spirits. The Patricia 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. Alison Ducharme. 

Todd was slightly worried about Alison, but only slightly. She had seemed 
very disturbed last night when she'd gone to bed, and he hoped Fritz had not 
overdone the job he was supposed to do. Of course, Todd 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 Alison had also been disturbed by the 
sight of Nan 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 twelve or so hours left until they reached Baja, he knew he would have 
to act fast. As his mind imagined the sensuous, undulating body of Alison 
Ducharme, Todd 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, Todd grinned to himself, satiated for the time 
being, there is no way I'm going to leave for one minute when Nan's really 
in heat. 

But it was now a new day, and every new day brought new challenges, and 
Todd's new challenge of the day was Alison Ducharme. 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 Alison Ducharme'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, Todd." 

Blackman turned quickly, and even a little guiltily, as his thoughts of 
Alison Ducharme's small, susceptible body were interrupted by the voice of 
Alison herself. 

"Oh, good morning, Alison! I didn't see you come up." 

"I came up the aft companionway." Alison 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?" Todd asked, smiling. 

"I guess I must be a little bit." Alison admitted. "I couldn't seem to get 
to sleep last night." 

"Well, it's only five 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." 

Todd 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. 

Alison 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 Todd had had the watch this 
morning. She had waited until Fritz had gone to his cabin at four 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 Todd, to explain to 
him that while she wanted no publicity to cause him any embarrassment, she 
felt that Fritz 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 judgement as to what to do. In this way, 
Alison 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 Todd to pass up 
the deal he was getting on Jerry'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. 

Alison turned to Todd, 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 twelve 
hours. Surely this kind man would be able to help her, to take the awful 
burden of decision from her small, helpless shoulders. 

"Todd, 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. 

Todd's eyes never left her. He knew instinctively that his "Uncle Todd" ploy 
had worked again, and that this distraught, delicious, young girl was going 
to come to him for comfort. A chill ran down 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, Alison?" Todd 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 Fritz's 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 Todd, letting the tears stream down her 
cheeks with unashamed vigor. She had wanted to be rational, collected, when 
she talked with Todd, and now... maybe she was just a little kid like Jerry 
said... maybe she couldn't take care of herself... maybe... 

"Alison? Hey, listen, what's the matter?" said Todd, barely able to hide the 
sexual arousal he was beginning to feel as he watched Alison's defenses 
crumble before him like the conquered battlements of some medieval castle. 
"What's wrong?" 

Todd 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 Alison tried to control her 
sobbing, and it was all Todd could do not to reach out and cup one of them 
softly in his powerful hand. 

Instead, he put his hands tentatively on Alison'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. 

"Alison, 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." 

Alison hesitated, still wracked by the waning spasms of her weeping, and 
remained with her back to her powerful boss. 

"Oh, Mr. Blackman... Todd... I don't know. I mean I do know... but I don't 
know how to tell you." Alison felt the sobs coming again, and was again 
powerless to stop the. 

"Come on there... hey now... come on now... " Todd crooned, his hands 
beginning to run reassuring rhythms along the fleshy upper parts of her two 
slender arms. All at once, Todd was surprised to find Alison 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 unbearingly tantalizing 
sensations caused by Alison's long blonde hair against his chin and neck. 
Immediately, Todd's arms enfolded her, which reassured the unaware young 
woman, and excited Todd 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 Alison's soft, pliable 
young body with increasing fervor. 

Gradually, Alison felt the sobbing ebb, felt her mind again asserting 
itself. She also felt Todd'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. 

"Todd, I've got to tell you something... and I hope you won't be too upset." 

"That's all right Alison, dear, you just rest quiet for awhile, and then 
tell me all about it later." 

Alison surrendered herself to the suggestions of this warm, understanding 
man. She lay a few moments more with her head against Todd'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 Todd 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. 

"Todd, I've got to tell you this... I've got to tell you something about 
Fritz." 

Todd kept his right arm carelessly touching Alison's shoulder, while his 
left hand began to pat her knee and lower thigh in a fatherly way. 

"Alison, 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 Todd's conditioned 
body. She sensed, rather than felt, the excitement that was coursing through 
Todd'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 Todd 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. "Alison, 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... Hmmmmmmm?" 

Alison was transfixed as she stared into Todd'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 into her consciousness. 

Suddenly, Todd's right hand moved quickly around and turned Alison'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. 

Todd 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 Todd'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, Todd, my God, what am I doing?" Alison cried, suddenly coming to her 
senses. "Stop! No! Please!" 

Todd didn't answer, simply freed his hand from her grasp, and began brushing 
his fingers lightly over the moistening lips of her shivering vagina. 

"Aaaahhhhh!" Alison 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, Alison dear?" Todd panted, "Do you want me to keep 
on?" 

"Oh God, yes... yes... " Alison 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?" Todd 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, Todd 
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 Todd 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. Alison 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 Todd 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. 

"Ahhhhh, that's it, baby," Todd grunted. He undid his belt and top trouser 
button, and allowed Alison 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 Alison 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... ooooooh, 
God! 

Todd 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. 

Todd 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 he 
was exploring gently with his 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," Todd 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... 

Alison lavished Todd'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. 

Ohhhhhhh, 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. Ohhhhh... Alison 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 Todd'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 Todd'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 
bum 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 Todd'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," Todd hissed down at her, "beg for it." 

"Mmmmmmmmm," Alison mewled, her mouth still ovalled tautly around his 
throbbing hardness. "Ohhhhhh, 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. 

"Ohhhh, 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. 

Todd Blackman 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 Alison's firm, white-skinned body. 

"Suck me, baby, suck me harder!" 

In a wild, maniacal need for fulfillment, Alison sucked his lust-hardened 
penis like a wanton whore, and the thickly pummeling instrument disappeared 
in strange, lengthening fusion with her face as Todd 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, Todd suddenly jerked his cock 
from her roundly sucking lips, holding his huge, red glans about two inches 
away from her ovalled mouth. 

"Oh, no Todd... 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. Todd 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 Alison desperately moved forward to take the 
deflating shaft between her closed lips. 

Then Todd leaned back, gasping contentedly. "Ahhhh," he murmured. "Not bad, 
not bad." 

"Ohhhhh," Alison mewled. She had almost been ready to cum when she felt 
Todd'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, Todd... please... I need... please... " she moaned incoherently. 

Todd 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, Alison, 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. 

Alison 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 Todd'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 Fritz Reitz, the captain of the 
Patricia, disappearing down the fore companionway with the unmistakable 
outline of a camera in his hand. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Fritz Reitz had gone to bed as soon as Todd 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 
Patricia had stayed alive many times because he followed through ort 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 Fritz 
knew better than to ignore that tapping. 

Padding softly up the fore companionway on his bare feet, his ears attuned 
to the whispering night, Fritz 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. Fritz 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 Todd Blackman leaning lazily back against the side of the 
cockpit, and the familiar form of Alison Ducharme propped on one arm, 
between his legs on the floor of the cockpit, one hand wrapped lovingly 
around the base of Todd's massive cock, her mouth and darting tongue 
tickling the bulbous head insanely. Fritz's 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 it 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, Fritz crawled forward until only his head 
showed over the deckhouse. He managed to squeeze off five shots on a slight 
time exposure before Todd began spurting his burning hot seed into the young 
woman's eagerly waiting mouth. Fritz's vicarious excitement in witnessing 
this scene was cut short as Alison suddenly stood up, and quickly began to 
make her way toward the front of the boat. Fritz spun around, hurried on his 
knees to the open hatch cover, and twisted his body down into it. He paused 
slightly, allowing Alison to notice him, and then disappeared down the 
hatch, holding his right arm above his head as he descended so that Alison 
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, Alison 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 Todd, and settled with fearful finality on this 
new development: Fritz had been taking pictures while she and Todd... 

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 Todd 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 Patricia, from saint to 
sinner, but that transition had been recorded and filed on film, to be 
used... how? Again, Alison could not escape the only possible conclusion: 
Fritz was going to show those pictures to her husband, Jerry. And what would 
Jerry do? Alison 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, Alison knew. She had to get 
those pictures from Fritz, 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. 

Fritz 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 Alison 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. Ducharme, Ma'am," Fritz said mockingly. "Is there 
something I can do for you?" 

Alison 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," Fritz 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, Alison 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." Fritz was 
having a great time. 

"You had a camera... " Alison's voice could scarcely be heard, and it 
trailed off into silence. 

Fritz 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...?" Alison 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 Todd'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." Alison's blood turned to ice as her suspicions were proven true, 
and her voice assumed an abjectly pleading tone. 

"Fritz, 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!" Alison screamed, unable to take any more of his cuteness. "Stop 
playing with me! I've got to have those pictures!" 

Fritz's face suddenly hardened, and a fire slowly began to kindle itself in 
his eyes. 

"All right, baby, I'll give you the pictures... " 

Alison 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... " Alison 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." Alison gasped as 
she read his meaning in the lust-excited pupils of his cruel eyes. Oh 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," Fritz 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 Jerry Ducharme, 
and you've lost yourself a husband." 

"No, Jerry 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." Fritz stood up and walked 
over to her. "I understand your husband and Todd Blackman 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 Todd Blackman and said I 
wanted some money for these pictures?" Fritz smiled as Alison 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, Todd Blackman, 
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." Fritz smiled sadistically as Alison 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!" Alison screamed. "You couldn't! You wouldn't!" 

"Yes, baby I could and I would." Fritz's voice hardened again, and he 
reached out and spun Alison'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 Blackman, and say 
you were in on it, and then you can kiss that little business deal goodbye!" 

Alison'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 do 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 Fritz Reitz 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 Fritz's camera had caught her performing fellatio on Todd Blackman, 
and she lay defenseless now before the impending assault by the sadistic 
captain of the Patricia. 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 Alison'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! Alison 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 to the wanton slit between the girl's 
trembling thighs, down to where his face was just above her vaginal flesh. 
In shocked realization, Alison saw what the sailor was going to do to her, 
and she sucked in her breath in horror. 

"No... no, Fritz, please God... not that! It's awful!" she moaned and 
twisted, but Fritz's heavy grip held her bondage. "Please, even my husband 
has never... 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," Fritz said huskily, 
his eyes groveling on the thin lips, the delicate fluting of light hair. 

"Ohhhhh, no, no... " mewled Alison, 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 Alison's mind, 
warming her with the lewdness of her imagination. 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 Fritz in 
response to her undesired excitement. Fritz 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 on grinding jerks to the 
slather of his hotly worming tongue. "Ohhhhh, 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. "Ohhhhh, stop... stop!" 

Fritz Reitz 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 pleasure was 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. 

Fritz's hand slipped down 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 Alison clenched 
her fists, her vibrant young body overcome by the merciless abuse. Vaguely 
she thought of her husband Jerry, and the few times in the past when he'd 
attempted to make love to her this way, and how she had stubbornly refused. 

Reitz 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. Alison'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 wildfire spreading through her body and 
moaned with rapture. 

"Don't... oh Fritz, 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. Fritz licked on and on, moving from vagina to rectal hole to 
clit with complete freedom, and Alison'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, widespread 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 Fritz 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. 

"Ooooohhh, oh, my God! Ohhh, yes!" she whimpered as his tongue suddenly shot 
out to flick its hot searing tip around her quiveringly erect clitoris. 
Alison'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 Fritz's 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 Alison'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 excited woman was his, his to carry away to utter sexual 
frenzy. 

Fritz 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, Fritz 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, Alison 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 Fritz pulled his head up from between Alison's legs and stared up 
at the lovely woman with obscene and glittering eyes. "You want me to fuck 
you now, baby?" 

Alison moved her hips against the bunk, her entire body throbbing and 
quivering in anticipation, and yes... yes she wanted Fritz's 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, Fritz, fuck me... 
fuck me... fuck me!" 

Quickly Fritz stripped himself of his blue jeans, and threw them to the 
floor and Alison 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. 

Alison 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 Fritz strained downward, and Alison 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-flated 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. Alison 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. 

Alison 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 
unequalled 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 cuuummmmmmiiinnngggg! " Fritz Reitz hammered further, 
feeling Alison'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 Alison's wildly spasming cunt. 

They lay still for a few moments, the contorting of their bodies gradually 
subsiding. Then Fritz rolled off her with a groan, and pulled himself to a 
sitting position on the bed beside her. 

"Well, baby, did you like that?" 

Alison 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 EIGHT 

Jerry Ducharme settled back comfortably into the plush first-class seat of 
the Baja-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 California had gone off better than expected. He had hoped to 
get away to Baja in three or four days, but here he was, already on his way. 
Tom Caso was a man who didn't like to waste time, and Jerry appreciated 
that. Caso was the aging head of Miami's most successful chain of drive-in 
theatres, and Jerry 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 Jerry had turned out to be very lucky. 

Jerry looked out the airplane's window, down to where the azure blue of the 
Pacific stretched its clear water southwards toward the Gulf of Mexico. 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, Jerry thought 
again of the deal he'd made with the drive-in owner. 

He'd made a good impression on Tom Caso, he knew that. Maybe that had been 
the reason he'd gotten such a good deal. Caso had even arranged, with a 
banker friend of his, to smooth the way for Jerry'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 Todd Blackman. He 
needed that money desperately to meet the down payment on the movie chain. 
But there was no reason to think that Blackman would back out. Jerry 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 Jerry's ultimate success. What form 
that success would take, Jerry 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?... " Jerry 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." Jerry'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," Jerry 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. Jerry 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 Alison 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. Jerry hoped she hadn't done 
anything to upset Todd Blackman 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 Todd would fall through in these last few days. But it wasn't 
a large worry. Jerry 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 
Baja a day early. 

"You're a doll," Jerry 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." 

Jerry 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, Jerry thought. Sometimes she was just a little cold when 
men began to pay attention to her. Jerry had explained to her that there was 
nothing harmful in returning some of that flirtation; after all, it was 
nothing but harmless fun. Nobody ever meant anything by it, it was just a 
game people played with each other to amuse themselves. Alison had never 
really been able to catch on, though, and Jerry hoped that on the cruise 
with Blackman 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 Todd. And as he closed his eyes in relaxation, 
it was not thoughts of Alison 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. 

Jerry smiled as his body and dreams continued separately towards Baja, each 
speeding through the stratosphere at 475 miles per hour. 

* * * 

"Alison, come on out here. I want to talk to you." 

Todd Blackman waited, but heard no response from the locked cabin where 
Alison had cloistered herself the last few hours of their voyage. They had 
arrived in Baja, right on schedule, and were now moored securely to the main 
quay of the municipal wharf. Todd and Nan, and even Fritz, had tried their 
luck in persuading Alison 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. 
Todd had sent Fritz and his wife into town to take care of the hotel 
reservations and the refueling of the Patricia, remaining behind himself to 
try to talk some sense into his apparently hysterical guest. Up until now, 
he had had no success. 

"Alison, dear, it's not going to do any good to sit in there and brood." 
Todd 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 door, and Todd cast his mind about 
for some suitable lure. Then his face brightened cruelly, and he tried his 
one, infallible, trump card. 

"Alison, you're upsetting me terribly. Perhaps you'd just like to get on a 
plane and fly back to Miami. 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, Alison, 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, Alison? Do you understand what I'm saying?" 

For the first time, Alison'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." Todd'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." 

Todd 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 Jerry'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 Jerry Ducharme, who was standing in 
line at customs in Baja eagerly anticipating the surprise on everyone's 
faces when he showed up unexpectedly a day early. 

Coming through customs, Jerry 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 Baja from Miami. Jerry 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. Jerry 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? 

* * * 

Todd Blackman 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? 

"Alison, 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 Todd meant what he had said, about not 
buying Jerry'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," Todd 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... " Alison 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," Todd continued relentlessly. "And with Fritz, 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." Alison 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!" 

Alison's scream was directed as much against herself as Todd. No, please 
God, please, this can't be true! And yet all the while Alison knew that it 
was true. She had enjoyed Fritz's fucking her, eating her, she had enjoyed 
sucking Todd'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, Alison dear," she heard Todd 
saying. 

The desperately aroused girl looked up, and gasped at what she saw. Todd 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 Alison 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 Todd. 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, Alison threw herself onto her knees in a heap before Todd'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 
Todd's powerful tower of pulsating maleness, and she wasn't even aware of 
what Todd 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." 

* * * 

Jerry 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 Patricia 
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 Todd Blackman. 

"That's it, Alison, baby! Suck it! Suck it like only you can! OOOOOHHHHHHH!" 

Jerry 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 
Todd's writhing cock from his young wife's unwilling mouth, but his resolve 
left him in a flood as he realized that Alison was enjoying it, was not 
being forced, was eagerly devouring the huge shaft between her sucking, 
grasping lips. 

Todd 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, Alison's beautiful white body straddling 
that of his competitor, Todd'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 Jerry 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 Alison hunched on all fours between 
Todd'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 Todd 
strained his powerful loins upward at her face in rhythm. Damn, he reasoned, 
this couldn't be the first time this had happened... ! 

Suddenly, Todd looked up to where Jerry was standing in horrible 
fascination, and started visibly. "Oh Christ... listen, Jerry... " 

Jerry silenced him with a quick wave of his hand, as Todd continued to 
thrust his feverish loins up at Alison'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, Jerry... but 
Alison... " 

"Shut up!" Jerry hissed. "I don't want to hear a fucking word from you. 
Alison!" 

But Alison didn't stop, and totally absorbed, ignorant of his presence, she 
continued to wantonly suck Todd'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, Jerry 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 Jerry stripped the 
clothes quickly from his body, and Todd glanced in amazement as Jerry took 
his raging cock lewdly in his hand, pulling back the thick foreskin from the 
huge, bulbous head, then moved behind Alison's upraised buttocks, kneeling 
slowly onto the bunk. 

Alison 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 Fritz had returned... but she didn't care. She 
would pretend in her mind that they were forcibly taking her... ! 

Jerry 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! Jerry 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. Jerry 
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, Alison... 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. 

Alison heard his almost salacious laugh and tried to associate it with 
Fritz. Her brow furrowed at the unexpected sensations his antics were 
causing between her wide-spread buttocks as she continued to suck Todd 
Blackman'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 
Todd'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! 

"Aaaauuuuuuggghhhh! D-dear God! Stop it, Fritz! What are you trying to do to 
me...?" Alison wailed, jerking her head upright away from Todd's throbbing 
shaft of flesh and twisting to look back in angered pain at the other man... 

But it wasn't Fritz 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 Jerry! 
My God... Jerry... ! 

"That snapped you out of your weird little sucking trance, didn't it, 
Alison?" Jerry spat mercilessly. 

"Oh God... dear, dear God!" Alison 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, Jerry... 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... " 

Jerry laughed mirthlessly and Alison 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!" Alison moaned as she held Todd'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 Jerry. "Do it! Go on... 
do it! Do everything... everything you want to me! I deserve to be treated 
like the whore that I am...!" 

Jerry had no intentions of stopping; nothing could have kept him from the 
debasing act he was about to commit on his own life. 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. 

Alison couldn't hold back the tears of pain nor the guttural moans of agony 
that erupted from her throat as she pressed Todd back down onto the bed 
beneath her while he hugged her tightly, his mind bent on nothing but his 
own imminent climax. 

Oh God! Alison cried silently. It felt as if Jerry 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 Jerry 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. 

"Ooooooh God!" she grunted, clenching her teeth tightly together to give her 
the strength to go on. 

.Jerry'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 Todd lurch beneath her as she kissed the tender, exposed head of 
his penis, playing with its tip with her tongue, then finally ovaling her 
lips to suck down onto it as his hands came up to caress her hair. 

Oh God! She deserved everything Jerry 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. 

Todd lay under Alison's wetly sucking lips, gone now with the ecstasy she 
was passing to him through her grasping mouth. The sight of Jerry sodomizing 
his own wife, while she sucked the life out of him, raised Todd to 
unbearable heights of pleasure, and he lay with his eyes closed, feeling 
every throb of his quickly approaching climax. 

Alison'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 overstimulated 
male flesh as he drew out, then disappeared back inside with his inward 
thrust. 

Alison 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. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm... mmmmmmmmmm," she moaned around Todd's sweet-tasting cock 
brushing at the back of her throat, while Jerry 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. 

Todd 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, Todd moaned and strained beneath Alison. 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... Todd 
sighed with satiated pleasure and then watched as the young woman's husband 
began a greater assault back against Alison'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 Todd's naked belly, 
while Jerry's pelvis smacked solidly against the softness of her lush, white 
ass-cheeks, "Oooohhh, my God... I-It's beautiful... ! I never realized... 
Oh, Jerry... 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 Jerry 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... ooohhh...!" 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, Jerry 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 Todd'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 Alison, 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! Ooooohhhh... ! Unnhhh... yes... yes... ! I'm... going to cum! Fuck 
it hard... hard... ! I'm cuuuuuummmmmmiiinnnggg!" 

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... ! 

Alison 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. 

"Ooohhhh... 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 aboard the Patricia. 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 NINE 

Jerry stared down into his wife's frantically searching eyes, and even 
though 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. 

"Jerry...?" her small, trembling lips began, hesitantly. 

"Give me time to think," Jerry said quickly, swinging his hairy legs off the 
edge of the bunk, and lowering his face into his hands. 

Alison 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 Todd's slightly smiling face peering up at both of them 
quizzically. The glib used car dealer turned his attention to Jerry. 

"Listen, Jerry," 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," Alison interrupted in a quavering voice, "you did 
want it, all of you! You had it all planned from the minute I came on board! 
Jerry, 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 Todd when I came in 'being 
raped'." Jerry broke in brutally, turning his pained eyes toward his lovely 
wife. 

Alison started, surprised by the violence of his tone, nonplussed by his 
attitude. 

"But I was! Jerry, you don't understand -- Fritz lured me down into his 
cabin and locked the door and... " 

"I don't know who Fritz is, but I take it that Todd isn't the only one 
you've been fucking around with while I was away." Jerry'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???" 

Alison 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!!!" 

Todd watched calmly as the aggression in Jerry'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 
Jerry'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," Jerry said with bitter sarcasm, "that 
you didn't enjoy sucking Todd's cock, right? Well, I know better. 

I saw you, Alison! You didn't ever 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!" 

"Nooooo... I... " 

"And when I climbed up on top of you, you thought it was this goddamn Fritz, 
baby. I know you did! Because you called out his name to me, and... " 

"All right, stop it!" Alison 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!" Jerry 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... Jerry... " 

"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... " 

"Oooooohhhh... " Alison's voice rose in a despairing wail, 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 foetal 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... 

Todd stared amazedly at the limp form beside him, and then looked 
questioningly at the equally confused face of Jerry Ducharme. 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 Jerry 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?" 

Jerry didn't answer, but continued to dress. "Listen, Jerry," Todd 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," Jerry said bitterly, "I can't take anymore of 
it." 

Todd raised himself to a sitting position, and stared at the emotionally 
wrought husband. "You're an ass," he said simply. 

Jerry whirled, and his eyes tore through Todd'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!" 

Todd smiled at him disconcertingly. 

"For what I've done? Listen, Jerry, 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?" 

Jerry 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 Todd had. If a woman offers herself, like 
Alison had obviously done... 

"That's what I thought," Todd said, reading Jerry's answer in his face. "Now 
don't think I'm trying to say that it was all Alison'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." 

Jerry shifted on his feet uncomfortably. Maybe Todd was right. Maybe he'd 
been too hard on Alison. 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, Jerry, 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?" 

Jerry hesitated, and then turned to follow Todd's indicating finger to the 
bar at the end of the cabin. Todd leaned over Alison'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. 

"Alison? 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?" 

Alison nodded, hardly aware yet of what was being said to her, caring even 
less. 

"Jerry, bring Alison a drink too, will you? Gin and tonic." 

"I know what she drinks," Jerry said coldly, turning to see Todd's 
powerfully naked body poised over the upturned, helpless figure of his wife. 
Quickly, he turned back to the bar. 

"Jerry...?" Alison said almost sleepily, as though she had just awakened 
from a dreadful nightmare. "Jerry... 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, Jerry... darling... I'm scared... " 

"Just a minute, Alison. I'll be right with you. I'm fixing the drinks." 

Alison moaned as her eyes finally began to focus again on the ceiling of the 
cabin. In her almost delirious state, Todd 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 Jerry thrust her drink before her face. 

"Here, you need it," he said quietly. 

Alison 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 Todd's devouring gaze. 
Jerry sat across the narrow cabin, while Todd 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," Todd 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, Todd, darling... how boring!" 

Three heads turned quickly to the open hatch cover above their heads, and 
saw Nan Blackman standing there, silhouetted by the bright sun. Todd smiled 
a hello up to his wife, while Jerry floundered for something to say, and 
Alison tried automatically to cover her nakedness with her arms. 

"Oh Alison, don't be so bashful," Nan said laughingly, descending into the 
cabin. "I've seen naked women before." 

"Hello dear. Did you get the hotel rooms reserved?" Todd asked. 

"Of course, darling. I'm very efficient that way." 

"Good. Good." 

Jerry sat where he was, unmoving, expecting that any moment Nan 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 was an everyday occurrence for her to walk in on her 
husband and another woman in bed. 

"Hello to you, too, Jerry. We didn't expect to see you so soon." 

"Uhh... I caught an earlier flight," Jerry said inanely. 

"Well, it's lovely that you could get away." Nan eyed Jerry'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, Todd?" 

Todd nodded his agreement, relishing the smoothness with which his wife was 
taking control of the situation. He watched as she came closer to Jerry, 
letting her eyes obviously run over his body with suggestive boldness. Jerry 
sat nonplussed, uncertain how to handle this new development in an already 
totally unrealistic situation. 

"I'm not sure what you're talking about, Nan, I... " 

"Oh well, that's not very hard to figure out, is it?" She placed one hand 
seductively on Jerry'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. 

Alison watched with amazed eyes as Nan obviously advanced on her husband, 
and wondered when Jerry 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 Nan herself. 

"What... what do you think you're doing?" Nan 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, Alison?" Jerry'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 
nastily, she deserves to watch while I fuck another woman. I had to watch 
her blowing Todd Blackman. He imagined with salacious zeal how she would 
react to his betrayal, and his lewd thoughts were intensified by Nan'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. 

Jerry snaked his hand around Nan'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 his vengeance was having on her, 
but his attention was immediately pre-empted by Nan, 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. Jerry 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 Jerry 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 TEN 

Alison Ducharme 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 Jerry 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 Nan Blackman, who was now 
completely naked, stretched out on the large double bunk of the Patricia 
with her dark hair-lined cunt smiling up at Jerry 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. 

Jerry 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 Nan's waiting cunt thrust all other 
considerations from his mind, and he stepped forward to claim this willing 
prize. 

Todd 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 Jerry climbed up onto the bunk and began to run his hand 
caressingly over the satin-soft whiteness of Nan's thighs. 

Nan moaned with pleasure, and ran her hand through Jerry's hair, urging him, 
begging him to do more, to arouse her further, much further. Jerry 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 Nan Blackman, and he lowered his head between her 
legs to drink of her flowing vaginal moisture. 

"No... Jerry, no... I want your cock... I want your cock to rip me apart... 
shove it into me, baby." 

Jerry looked again at Alison, 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. 

Jerry 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 comers of Alison's eyes as she 
watched her naked hostess begin to rotate her pelvis beneath Jerry'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 Todd Blackman 
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, Alison did not notice the strange expression. She watched 
in disbelief as her husband bucked over Nan Blackman's writhing body. How 
could he? she wondered. Her eyes were opened wide as she watched Jerry'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. 

Jerry 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, Jerry 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, Jerry, fuck 
me harder, I'm ccuummmmiiiinnnggg!" 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 Nan's contorted 
lips and she screwed herself up on Jerry'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," Todd whispered in Alison's ear as she sat 
beside him, trembling with horror and shock. 

Alison did not hear him, but only stared as if paralyzed at her husband's 
still rigid cock, lying quietly now in Nan'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, Alison?" he said brutally, "don't you like to see me 
enjoying myself?" Alison 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?" 

"Jerry... I... " 

"I mean Todd looks like he'd be willing to entertain you, wouldn't you, 
Todd?" He glanced contemptuously at Todd. "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, Nan and I aren't done yet by a long shot. Are we, baby?" 

"No, lover boy, not by a long shot," Nan 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, Jerry extracted his swollen cock from Nan'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. Jerry 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. 

Alison could hardly breathe. She could hardly believe what she was seeing as 
Nan lowered her head over Jerry's lust-stiffened cock. She heard a soft 
groan next to her. 

"Nan's going to suck him off," Todd whispered, breathing heavily. 

"Oh, God," Alison moaned, tears brimming in her eyes. The awful sight of 
Jerry's penis disappearing into Nan'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 Todd'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, 
Alison uttered a low helpless groan which was quickly choked off by Todd'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?" Todd 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 Todd 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, Todd dipped his middle finger 
into the wetly trembling passage of Alison'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 squirming 
loins, squirming her hips in involuntary rhythm to his lewd fingering up 
between her thighs. 

"Spread your legs a little," Todd 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... " 

Todd 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." Alison 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," Jerry groaned beside them on the bunk, lifting his 
head a little higher for a clear view of Nan'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 Nan'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. 

Nan sensed Jerry'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 
Jerry 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," Alison gasped, twitching uncontrollably as Todd'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, Todd grinned in obscene 
triumph. "Now, I'm going to fuck you, Alison. 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, Todd... fuck me... fuck me hard... " 

Todd 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. 

Todd 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 Fritz! If he pushed again, he would split her wide 
open! 

Todd Blackman 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," Jerry groaned beside his wife, as he lifted his head higher from 
the bunk to watch Nan'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 Jerry'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. 

Nan 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 outstroke. 
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," Jerry gasped through clenched teeth. Nan's body was 
starting to gleam from the sheen of perspiration forming over her skin, and 
Jerry 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, Nan!" 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. 

Nan 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 Jerry panted heavily 
as he flung out his arms to either side in happy weariness. Nan 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, Alison 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 Todd Blackman'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. 

Todd 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. 

Alison 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 of 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. Todd gloated in triumph as he felt Jerry Ducharme'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, Todd, it's so beautiful, so goooood," 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. 

Todd 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 him 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... ooooooh...!" 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, Alison'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, Todd 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, Todd, too, could hold back no longer. The muscles in his 
buttocks began to tense and twitch as the boiling sperm began to chum 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 lying naked on the large bunk in the aftermath of 
their orgiastic revel. Todd was smiling at his wife, enjoying with her what 
had been a fantastic, though not by any means rare session. Alison had 
escaped from under Todd's bulky weight, and was lying on her side,' her head 
turned so that she would not have to confront her husband. And Jerry 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." 

Fritz 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 Nan's sensuous voice broke the silence. 

"Well," she said, invitingly, "I certainly don't." 

"Well, I do!" 

Jerry 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 Jerry," Nan asked, offended, "wasn't I good for you baby?" 

Jerry 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 Fritz, 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 Fritz, 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." 

"Jerry!!!!" Alison cried out, her insides suddenly twisted in an 
overwhelming panic, "you... you're not going to leave me here?" Jerry 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 
Patricia. 

"Jerry... 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 Todd's slick voice. 

"Well, I'm sorry to see you go Jerry. Very sorry. Especially as we didn't 
get a chance to discuss our little business deal." 

Jerry 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 Fritz's huge hand as it began 
to caress her back soothingly, and then he turned back to Todd. 

"Of course, Todd. 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 sun. 


THE END
