Interrupted Honeymoon
by Jon Reskind
(LLP-433)


FOREWORD 

For the entire history of mankind, buried treasure has held a fascination 
for the adventurer and the arm-chair traveler alike. 

It is frequently a violent pursuit of elusive riches, and in spite of the 
thousands of tragedies and failures for each success, each year one hears of 
new expeditions heading out full of hope and optimism. 

It is common knowledge that the warm tropical waters of the Caribbean hide 
more treasure than any other sea in the world. And it is to the Caribbean 
that author Jon Reskind turns in this tale of violence and sex and treasure. 

It is a story of a new bride and her husband, both being forced to undergo 
strains that test the strength of the marriage. The explosive elements are 
in the book from page one. One man, two women one of them completely immoral 
alone on a boat, shadowed constantly by a high-speed launch containing the 
nefarious Mr. Lum and his crew of mulattos. It is evident that it is only a 
matter of time before violence breaks out. When Mr. Lum and John Stacy, the 
young husband, meet it is a meeting between violent men. Before it is over 
the score has become five for the sharks none for the home team. And before 
it is over, the prim young wife has made a surprising score of her own eight 
men, two women! 

Jon Reskind, a pseudonym for one of Hollywood's better known television 
suspense writers, has written a yarn full of authentic information and 
interesting backgrounds. The reader will be right there with the crew of The 
Carmen when it all happens and there will be scenes of debauchery and 
violence that we guarantee you'll never forget. 

-The Publishers 

Although it is our policy to publish only original material, the enormous 
success of this book which we printed originally for our readers in England 
made us want to share it with our greater American reading audience. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

With only the binnacle light, and the dim red of the instruments to augment 
the pale slice of moon in the Caribbean sky, Nona Stacy was feeling the 
nerves build again the nerves which were already rasped raw by the situation 
with John. 

John Stacy had, in almost every way, shown promise of being the best of 
husbands. He was tall and lean, long-muscled, masculine, good-looking if not 
handsome, with a mop of sun-bleached hair. A male of twenty-four who set 
women on fire just by walking into a room! Short of temper at times, and too 
eager to use his fists when crossed. Too young yet to have learned patience 
and guile. He was one who said what came to his mind, said it quickly, and 
if the person he said it to didn't like it, that was just too damned bad. 

She had known that John would never be one to make many friends. But he was 
supremely confident of himself. And he was without fear. His war record said 
that clearly. 

Two years in Vietnam, on one of those little river boats in the Mekong 
Delta. All night, every night, except for the occasional R-and-R at 

Saigon or in Australia. Shooting up the riverbank jungle. Being shot at! One 
full tour, and then a voluntary extension for another year, until the war 
was winding down and the old hands were making plans to get out and get hold 
of something in the way of peacetime work before all the good slots were 
gone. 

It was during that time that John Stacy had met Harry Carp. Harry Carp was a 
Chief Bosun's Mate. An old Asia hand with hash marks half way to the elbow. 
At thirty, he had thirteen years in the Navy. Nobody knew how many times he 
had turned down promotion to commissioned rank, but everybody knew why. 

Harry Carp was a businessman. Senior petty officers in the Navy and noncoms 
in the Army are expected to be operators. Officers, being gentlemen, are 
not. Harry Carp was smart enough to stay clean. If he had a piece of action 
in the incredibly-corrupt black market of the Thieu regime, nobody could 
prove it. There was nothing illegal about his establishing a firm dealing in 
war surplus goods, everything from helicopters to picket boats, heavy 
construction equipment, assorted other expendables and foodstuffs which were 
in urgent demand throughout Southeast Asia and the Orient. No one could lay 
it on Harry Carp because a good portion of the items his struggling firm 
bought as combat-damaged junk had been officially surveyed written off as 
useless had never even been uncrated, and were being sold to Harry Carp at 
two or three per cent of their original cost. And Harry was selling the 
stuff on the Asian market for three times what the U.S. 

Government had paid for it new. 

And Harry Carp was a man who believed in joint ventures. 

He would provide money and equipment ... while letting someone else take the 
chances and do the heavy, dangerous work. He would allow his partner of the 
moment just enough of the pie to almost satisfy him, yet leave him short of 
his own goal, whatever it might be. Just short enough so there would be 
reason to go into one more deal, one more tricky job. 

The donkey and the carrot. Nona Stacy was afraid, desperately afraid, that 
her new husband was the donkey of the moment. And if he kept on with this 
insane venture, would wind up being a complete ass! She knew Harry Carp had 
an inexhaustible supply of carrots. 

He had maneuvered John so easily. All it had taken was this damn boat which 
she was trying to learn to steer by the stars, and what Harry referred to as 
"cash flow", meaning money dribbled into an account for their use during the 
treasure hunt. Harry had gotten ahold of some ancient maps and thought there 
was just a chance they might show where some of the fabulous Spanish plate 
ships from Mexico had gone down off the Bahamas centuries ago, laden with 
silver and priceless gold and jewels from the plundered Aztec empire. It was 
an undisputed historical fact that many of the ponderous galleons had 
foundered. Some had been discovered and their treasures recovered over the 
intervening centuries, but many undoubtedly still lay beneath the clear blue 
waters of the Caribbean and off the Bahamas. 

Any tourist could buy all the seemingly authentic charts he wanted, with a 
story to go with them. The fantasy of millions just waiting to be recovered 
from the deeps was one of the things which kept some men's magazines alive. 
Every couple of months, there would be a wildly-speculative article which 
would send a few damn fools out looking, and sell hundreds of thousands of 
copies to day-dreaming bank clerks who would never even see the tropical 
waters. But their dreams were kept alive because maybe once a year, some 
adventurers did turn up at least a piece of an old ship or its gear, like a 
crusted anchor or cannon, and a few bits and pieces of ancient coin or a 
religious relic. 

Harry Carp said they could be tapping millions. 

Nona Stacy thought Harry Carp was a damn liar, but she tried to look at the 
bright side. 

Her husband John was as tough as they came ... the sort of man the Harry 
Carps of this world always find and use. But such men are scarce, and she 
realized that Harry would always have a place for John and that was more of 
a future than most young ex-servicemen had to look forward to. 

A terrible percentage of the Vietnam vets were now standing in unemployment 
lines, or trying to get jobs as gas jockeys or supermarket clerks. She and 
John had this yacht it must be worth two hundred thousand dollars at 
least-immediate money and the prospects for a honeymoon they would never 
forget. 

Nona was not the dreamer her husband was. 

The time-old nesting, protective instinct of the female caused her to want 
something more substantial than a liaison with an operator like Harry. Harry 
would cut John's throat to get the blood for a Bloody Mary, she knew. But 
... he needed John's tough attitude toward life, forged and tempered in the 
fires of war ... and John would never be happy if he had to sell real estate 
or boats or chrome-plated automobiles. 

She was confident John would be able to take care of himself against Harry 
Carp. Hold his own. 

Bui she wasn't sure how well he would do when he came up against Aura Lee 
Talent. 

Aura Lee was pure sensuality. And pure bitch! A wanton slut. Any woman would 
know it instantly, just by looking at her. 

And she, Nona, was stuck with Aura Lee Talent aboard as the third member of 
the crew. 

At their first meeting, Nona had wanted to grab a gaff and sink the sharp 
point into Aura Lee's throat. It was a meeting of two jungle cats. 

With sure feminine instinct, Nona had tagged Aura Lee as trouble in any 
situation, and particularly this, with just three of them aboard the 
cumbersome motor-sailer which Harry had come up with. Sue supposed it was a 
good enough boat, although she knew nothing about boats. It was nearly sixty 
feet on the waterline, a ketch-rigged vessel equipped with all kinds of 
electronic gadgets she didn't understand, and it had two big diesel motors. 
But the sheer size of it told her that it should be crewed by more than 
three people, particularly when two of them were girls. Harry had promised a 
couple of more hands, but wanted only men he knew and could trust. It 
developed the ones he wanted were in the process of being mustered out of 
the Navy and would not be available for another two or three weeks. 

Nona wished they would arrive quickly. She wanted some males aboard to keep 
Aura Lee away from John. 

Aura Lee Talent was just too much woman ... at least too much for Nona to 
compete with at this stage. It was understood that Aura Lee was Harry Carp's 
property by everyone but Aura Lee herself, who apparently considered herself 
nobody's property. She exuded sensuality, with her taut, compact figure that 
bloomed into rich swells of thigh and buttocks and hips. A face that was 
innocent little girl until you saw the laughing evil hidden in her dark 
eyes, the feral, amoral nature of her. Her lushly ripened breasts were high 
and wide-set, with pert nipples which seemed to become elongated and 
hardened automatically every time she felt a man's eyes on her. Her legs 
were, long in proportion to her body, her thighs sleek and 
beautifully-tapered, without a gram of excess weight, and her calves 
beautifully shaped. No matter how much time she spent in the tropic sun, her 
skin never turned darker than an olive hue. 

It was just too much, having Aura Lee aboard, and sailing so short-handed 
they had to stand watch-and-watch. Nona felt as though she were chained to 
the helm for four hours while her young husband and the seductive Aura Lee 
were below supposedly either sleeping or tending to the never-ending ship's 
work, the countless things that had to be done daily or even more often to 
keep the motorsailer functioning. And Nona dared not leave her post at the 
helm while they were under sail. She did not yet have the expertise to set 
the sails so the CARMEN would sail herself it was beyond her strength to 
raise the gaff-rigged main'sl even with the winch. If she lashed the helm 
and went below, surely within half a minute the yacht would start to veer 
from its course. In two minutes, it would be tossing like a cork, 
threatening to broach, unless she cranked up the Buda diesels and turned on 
Iron Man, the automatic pilot. But at the first sound of the engines, she 
knew John and Aura Lee would stop whatever they were doing and come on deck 
to find out what was wrong. 

I just have to be more of a woman than she is! 

That thought was uppermost in Nona's mind as she felt the freshening breeze 
blowing her long, pale-blonde hair around her shoulders. It was warm here, 
off the Bermuda banks, and she wore only a thin shirt and the bottom of a 
scanty bikini. The breeze was arousing the nipples of her high, wide-set 
breasts, making them long and hard. She breathed deeply, somewhat aroused by 
the light contact of her nylon blouse scraping over her torso. 

And her wetly throbbing cunt seemed to take fire. She wanted John to come 
from below and fill it with his long thick penis, for as she straddled the 
helmsman's stool, the rough leather of it rubbed the swollen lips of her 
feverish little pussy. Under her, riding easily on the ocean swells, the 
boat rose and dipped and slowly rolled from port to starboard, the sails 
reaching for the little wind, and she automatically turned the helm to 
compensate for the current. She was beginning to get the feel of the CARMEN, 
react instinctively to the yacht's motion in the warm tropic waters. She 
squeezed her long, tapering thighs tightly over the seat and looked upward 
at the billowing sails. 

The boat thrust at her yearning pussy as though it were a male teasing her. 

I WANT HIM TO COME UP HERE AND FUCK ME!! ! 

GOD!! ! HOW CAN I EVEN THINK OF THAT WORD? FUCK! 

He says it so casually ... and doing it means so much to me! 

I know he's fucked other girls ... a lot of girls ... all sailors do... 

But that was before we were married ... he's a man ... oh, God, what a man 
... and I can't fault him for what he did then. 

And he wouldn't do it with Aura Lee... 

Would he? 

Nona listened to the soft whisper of the wind through the sheets. It seemed 
to be holding steady. The motorsailer was luffing along comfortably, not 
giving any fight to the helm. There were no clouds anywhere in the cobalt 
sky. She swept her dark eyes over the horizon and saw the other boat, and 
the realization that it was still there disturbed her. For nearly eight 
hours, it had been barely in sight, hanging back about ten miles. A big 
power boat of some kind. 

Nothing to be concerned about in ordinary circumstances, but they were out 
looking for sunken treasure, and this boat had dogged them for hours, 
changing course as they changed theirs, always staying at a distance. John 
and Aura Lee both knew it was out there, and John had not seemed to be much 
concerned about it. 

"Nothing to send me up a tree," he had said casually. "I told you how word 
gets all around the Caribbean, honey. Half the guys down here are out 
looking for treasure. You can pick up more yarns than you'd like to hear in 
a couple of hours in any waterfront bar. Also, there are some pirate types 
around ... they sift through all this stuff and if they think you might be 
onto something, they track you for a few days. If you get onto something, 
sure, they'll rip you off. So you let them use up a lot of diesel and time 
and booze until they get tired and go looking for another-likely prospect 
... and then you head for where you intended to go." 

"I wish I could be sure ... after all, Aura Lee has those old histories, and 
the charts," Nona had said, grudgingly admitting the presence of the 
bikinied, raven-haired beauty who was mocking her with obsidian eyes. "I 
doubt that's much of a secret." 

"Are you accusing me of shooting my mouth off?" Aura Lee said venomously 
from her languid position in the cockpit. "I'm not along for fun, you know." 
She showed delicate hands which were blistered from handling rough nylon 
lines and dark with grime from the ship's work. "I'm along because I have 
the charts and a pretty good idea of what we have to do to find what we're 
looking for. This thing started as a hobby with me years ago, and I got into 
it, I really did. I finally came up with what could be a winner, a big 
winner. If I didn't have that, would Harry be backing you?" 

"You were also trying to peddle your charts from Nassau to Port of Spain to 
Kingston until you met Harry Carp," Nona shot back. "You know that's no 
secret." 

"Any problems, Harry will handle," the voluptuous dark-haired girl had said 
confidently. "This is too much sun I'm going below for awhile." 

"Six fathoms below would be nice," Nona muttered under her breath as she 
watched the voluptuous swaying of the other girl's taut-muscled buttocks 
disappear down the short ladder. "Slut!" 

"Knock the shit off, baby!" Her husband's hard hand was gripping her 
shoulder, spinning Nona around, so she looked up in pain into his piercing 
eyes. "You get one thing in your pretty head ... until the rest of our crew 
gets here, you are going to bust your ass to get on with Aura Lee. She 
hasn't done or said a goddamn thing to you that you wouldn't have heard from 
any other broad in any other place, and I'm damn well not going to let any 
silly ass female games fuck up my ship. I'll tell her the same fucking 
thing, don't worry!" He ran long, strong fingers through his mop of 
sun-whitened hair and looked hard at her again. "Keep your pretty head. I'm 
gonna lay it on her ten times as bad as you, because I know she's been 
giving you the needle but later. She may be Harry Carp's cunt right now and 
think she's got it made. And she's full of shit. If I tie her to the goddamn 
bowsprit and flog the flesh off her pretty ass with a tarred line, Harry 
won't even ask why! You, me, and she are the entire crew for now and until I 
get a full complement aboard, we are goddamn well going to work together if 
I have to beat you both bloody!" 

"Aye, aye, big man or is it Captain Bligh?" Nona shot back, wrenching away 
from him, almost in tears from the pain of his fingers on her tender flesh, 
and from his cruel words, words that a new husband could never speak to a 
bride he was supposed to love. They had been married only ten days. ... she 
glared at him, her temper rising, overcoming her fear of his physical 
strength and his short temper. "I happen to be your wife! And either you 
keep that bitch at arm's length or I'll do it for you CAPTAIN!" 

For a moment she thought he would hit her. She saw his hard-planed face 
flush in anger, his neck muscles cording, and she wondered how any man who 
supposedly loved her could be so cold and cruel. She realized his huge 
responsibility in keeping the motorsailer shipshape, and the job he was 
trying to do, and knew that at sea, someone had to be the captain no matter 
how small the boat, and his orders had to be obeyed. The fact that she was 
his wife and the other girl just a common slut who was sleeping with the man 
who provided the money and God only knew how many others-didn't matter here. 

Ashore, it would be different. With solid land under her feet, Nona thought, 
she would be able to take care of herself, or darn well let John or anybody 
else involved know she'd given it a good try. For now, she'd submit to the 
discipline of the sea. She would not consider him her husband. 

He was the captain. Tough if he went down with his ship! 

Controlling her rage, Nona said, "Just keep her in line. We'll take this up 
some time later. Now, what about that boat that's been following us? It's 
making me nervous." 

John looked casually astern. He had been well aware of their uninvited 
company long before either of the girls had noticed it. In fact, he had 
anticipated it after hearing some bar talk a couple of nights earlier at San 
Juan, in a place where he'd never been before and didn't expect to be again. 
It had proved Nona's accusation that Aura Lee Talent had advertised her 
treasure maps too well. There had been open talk about the Carmen, and one 
man and two girls aboard her, of how she was going for sunken treasure. 
Sitting at a table in a darkened corner, John Stacy had listened to a 
half-breed, apparently the cook on some sort of boat, boast about how the 
Carmen would be tracked. He had gone into detail on the type of boat which 
would do the tracking. 

A converted ASR Air-Sea Rescue craft, with the same configuration as the 
legendary PT boats, but smaller, only 65 feet. And faster. The original 
Hall-Scotts had been replaced by Rolls-Royce-Merlin power plants, and, as 
the man said, "She's one goin' muthafucka!! ! " 

John Stacy had listened and believed. With a wry grin as he sipped his 
bottled beer, he wondered if by some strange chance Harry Carp had sold this 
particular boat to the people who were thinking of ripping him off. 

He had no love for Harry. Harry was a means to an end. Just as he knew that 
to Harry, he, John, was a means to an end. Harry paid him to do a job of 
work, and paid well. He offered more in the future. It was better than 
pumping gas or driving a log truck. It was understood the operation was 
legal Harry was rich enough so he didn't have to be illegal. He was a 
gambler for big stakes. The sort of man who would lose a million bucks and 
laugh and not miss it, as long as the game was straight. If he found shaved 
dice, he'd hand you your head in a basket. 

Harry believed in keeping everybody off balance. They'd had a brief 
conversation in Miami when the necessary documents for the yacht had been 
turned over. 

"We're not going for anything big for a few weeks," Harry had said. "You 
take the damn motorsailer out and sail the hell out of it. Check out the 
gear. Electronics, scuba, winches, radios, engines, every damn thing. Just 
fuck around. This cunt Aura Lee has shot her mouth off, trying to see how 
much she could get for what I bought, and people will be looking. Let them 
look. If they're shit, lose them and forget them. If you figure them for 
trouble, blow them out of the water. You have the gear and can use it. 
Whoever tracks you will figure you to lay a false trail so you fuck them by 
heading first for where it looks best. Put the scanner on and try to pick up 
metal. Read the grafs for anything that looks like ballast heaps and then 
keep going. Go wherever the wind takes you, and fuck their minds." 

"If they get too close?" John Stacy had asked. 

"Blow them out of the water. There'll be more than one bunch looking. If a 
couple of them go the deep-six route, the others may decide not to fuck." 

"I don't want Aura Lee aboard. Trouble." 

"If you can't handle cunt, you aren't the man for the job, John." Harry Carp 
had grinned lewdly. "I'll get you a full crew soon. Meanwhile, I want that 
cunt away from the beach where she can shoot her fucking mouth off. She can 
get drunk, and vicious, but for now I need her and the only place to stash 
her is on the Carmen. " 

"With me and my bride," Stacy retorted. 

"You're the kind of guy who can handle two women." The older man had leaned 
confidentially over the drink and rapped a calloused finger on the table. 
"Fuck 'em ... fuck 'em both! You won't have any trouble with Aura Lee if you 
thrash her ass a little. She goes wild for sucking and fucking and she'll 
wear you out that way. But you stick it up her pretty ass and ram it to her 
hard, so she squeals like a stuck pig that's what she really digs! Knocks 
all the fight out of her and she follows you around like a hound pup. Any 
time she gets out of line, you just ream her ass-hole and she'll be a good 
girl." 

"My wife would overcome me with love," 

Stacy said. 

"She just might, if she thought some other broad was giving you more than 
she does." 

In that moment, John Stacy had realized just how perceptive a man Harry Carp 
was. Somehow, although he had seen them together for only a brief time, Carp 
had realized that Nona was well was lousy in bed! 

Oh, she tried to give herself, and enjoy sex, but for some reason she was so 
uptight she froze when he kissed her full resilient breasts, twirling his 
tongue around the tiny pink nipple-buds while his hard hands moved over the 
rich curves of her young body, a body that should have been surging with 
enthusiasm for what was happening between them. He had overextended himself 
to be gentle with Nona, realizing she was a virgin and inexperienced, but 
all his good intentions "had been a waste of time. 

When he had tried to move his seeking mouth lower, his tongue gently laving 
the smooth, warm flesh of her belly and then down to the sweet cleft up 
between her thighs, instead of opening them to him with joy, as any normal 
woman would have, she had gone rigid and fought him off, crying and even 
scratching at his face. He had tasted the sweet-salty flesh and wanted to 
bite and lick and kiss it, to have her tender young thighs open wide and 
feel her fingers urgently guide his licking tongue to her softly-furred 
cuntal slit... 

And she had rejected him. Completely! 

And now Nona was having a shit fit because she was at such close quarters 
with an amoral female who would do any damn thing a man wanted her to do. 

Well ... that could work out pretty good too, John Stacy had thought. If he 
had to, he would take Harry at his word and belt Aura Lee around. 

Except that he was afraid she might like it too much... 

* * * 

Well, there was one way to find out ... and also find out whether Harry Carp 
had been bullshitting some when he said to issue Aura Lee a ration of crap. 
John Stacy didn't want to hurt her any more than necessary he might just 
need her hands to work the boat but it wouldn't hurt a bit to let her know 
who was in charge. He was just waiting for her to give him an excuse. Now, 
in the forward cabin, she was doing just that. 

He knew she was deliberately provoking him, flaunting her lush young body, 
trying to tease and arouse him, taunt him knowing full well that his 
relationship with Nona was lousy that every time he fucked his wife, he 
wondered why he bothered. 

On, Nona could be good someday if she ever let herself go and FUCKED with 
all her magnificent young body. John was sure of that. 

Damn, she was built for fucking! 

Those high, proudly tilted breasts, the nipples cherry-red in the dark 
circles of her aureoles, so quick to get hard and long if he just touched 
them with the tip of his tongue, and nibbled on her, sucking a little. There 
was no mistaking the eager way her sensually curved body responded but her 
head that was another thing! In her head, as far as John Stacy was 
concerned, the lovely young blonde was well fucked up and far from home. 
Every time she started to become aroused, she fought it and went tight and 
clawed and scratched and even bit him like a mad woman. 

He thought that if just once he could get his mouth up between her sleek 
young thighs, his tongue swirling and snaking up inside her hot little cunt, 
tasting and tantalizing the moist, coral-hued flesh, it might make all the 
difference in the world. Then she might turn on to sex, be worth having 
around. 

Right now she was as practically useless as a Rembrandt or Van Gogh. Pretty 
to look at for any man, but worthless as tits on a boar hog when it came to 
satisfying the lust that raged in his healthy young body. 

John Stacy had known too many women who were good at what women were 
invented to be good at. 

Fucking. 

He thought perhaps the girls of the Orient had spoiled him. 

They knew what it was all about. 

He remembered one with whom he had spent a 10-day R & R in Yokohama. If 
she'd ever let him out of bed, he couldn't remember it. She had really been 
beyond belief. 

He had met her in a bar, and expected just another bar girl, and she had 
surprised him. bringing him to her home instead of a sleazy quickie hotel. 
Her name was Taikiko, and she lived with her parents. He had been surprised 
to discover that her father was an American. He had come to Japan during the 
Korean punch-up and stayed. A tall, fair-haired man, he had found a Japanese 
woman who was Taikiko's mother. In the ensuing twenty years, he had become 
more Japanese than the Japanese themselves. A former Seabee, he had built 
skyscrapers and roads and bridges and had become very wealthy by any 
standards. He was a millionaire several times over. The family home was one 
of those unbelievably graceful Japanese structures, sparsely furnished but 
entirely comfortable and practical. There were servants, but the family 
meals and while John stayed there, he was part of the family were served by 
Taikiko herself, moving silently, gracefully, and then returning to the 
background while her father and her lover-to-be talked. 

At first, John felt some discomfort. He knew he had to fuck this beautiful 
Eurasian girl, and in her own house, where her parents might easily hear 
them. He was not sure he could ever get away with it just the look in her 
eyes said she would have him screaming with passion and lust even before he 
was able to get the blood-filled length of his long rigid cock up between 
her slender, beautifully-tapered legs, ramming it in and out of her smooth 
young belly. 

Nervously he worked his way through the many courses of the meal, and only 
relaxed when Taikiko, on her father's instruction, brought a bottle of 
well-aged American bourbon to the low table. After her Japanese mother 
excused herself, the two men killed it, sitting cross-legged on their 
cushions. 

"My daughter will take you to your room now," the older man said when it was 
well past midnight. "Try to please her." 

John Stacy had not understood immediately, but he followed the willowy 
dark-haired Japanese girl through the huge house to what was obviously a 
private apartment. There, she closed the door softly but firmly and turned 
to him, at the same time untying the sash of her obi and letting it tall in 
delicate silken folds around her tiny feet. 

She stood absolutely naked in front of him! 

"Now it is time for us to make love," she said, with an almost-shy smile as 
she began to open the buttons of his shirt. He stood, unable to move, except 
to tremble, as her delicate hands moved down over his muscular torso and her 
deft fingers opened his belt and then, with assurance beyond her years, 
zipped his fly open. He had gazed, awed, into her young face and realized 
she was old beyond both their years in the arts of love. 

Her sole purpose as a woman was to please a num. and he was the man. 

He couldn't believe it! 

In accord with Japanese custom, he removed his shoes and wore only soft 
slippers on his feet. Mesmerized, he watched the beautiful Eurasian girl 
slowly kneel as she opened his slacks and pushed them down his muscular 
legs. Then her soft lingers were easing the elastic band of his shorts open, 
and his rigidly throbbing cock was exposed to her worshiping gaze. The tips 
of her fingers touched it gently, as if in wonder at its massiveness, and he 
realized that Oriental men were not built like Occidentals. 

Unless she had been with white men before, she had never seen anything like 
the throbbing staff she now caressed so lovingly. He knew that she wanted it 
and didn't quite know what to do with its massive length and girth as she 
fingered it, exploring the blood-filled ridges on the underside, looking at 
it with child-like curiosity, and almost fear showing in her eyes. He 
stepped out of his slacks and his big hands tangled in her raven hair, 
drawing her beautifully ovaled face close to his loins. She hesitated, 
looking up at him, her almond-shaped eyes wide even as her fingers played on 
him, trailing down to the heavy, sperm-laden sac that enclosed his throbbing 
testicles. The sight of her kneeling so subserviently before him was enough 
to almost blow his mind. 

"You are so, so big!" the lovely Eurasian girl whispered. 

"Where I come from that's supposed to be good." 

"I will be goddamn good for you," she said, laughing softly. "If we make 
love my way." She squeezed his hardness and pumped it slowly, her breath 
flowing hotly over the bursting, mushroom shaped tip as he trembled above 
her and tried to shove it between her wetly parted lips. But she drew back 
and let it slide slowly over the satin-smooth flesh of her cheeks, with only 
the tip of her flickering tongue touching him, exciting him as he had never 
been aroused before. She bent lower and laved hint' with the flat of her 
tongue, licking up the underside of his impatiently pulsating cock, wetting 
him, making his male flesh glisten with her saliva, as her delicate 
fingertips teased his cum-filled balls. 

From time to time she swiftly raised her passion-soft face and brushed the 
throbbing, massive glans lightly with her wet lips, the spear of her tongue 
teasing the slit of her head, only to drop her head lower and suck one of 
his balls into her warm, wet mouth and play with it with teeth and tongue 
until he felt he was going to scream. Her long, black hair cascaded over the 
ivory flesh of her shapely shoulders and he could feel the rigid, elongated 
nipples of her firm young breasts brushing against the thick, curling hair 
which covered his heavy thighs as her beautiful face burrowed and sought the 
musky male scent from his throbbing loins. From the head of his 
almost-bursting cock came drops of pale pre-seminal fluid that smeared and 
glistened on her cheeks as Taikiko sighed and whimpered in pleasure at 
having so much of a man to make love to.: Her soft, wet lips slid up the 
length of his bursting rod of flesh and began to kiss the lust-swollen 
cock-head, and she whispered softly as she caressed him orally. 

Standing spraddle-legged above her, it was all John Stacy could do to 
restrain himself from grabbing her dark-tressed head and jerking her face up 
and ramming his thick rampant cock so deep into her slender throat that she 
would choke on it as he pumped into her lovely young face, fucking her mouth 
like a cunt and lewdly sent his hot churning sperm down over her tonsils and 
into her sleek young belly. But suddenly she was drawing back, still 
kneeling before him, still holding tightly to his pulsing spear of flesh 
that was now thoroughly wet and glistening with the fluids of her lips and 
tongue. 

"You are ready to be sucked now," the lovely girl said. 

"Christ, I'm gonna cum in your mouth until you can't eat for a week!" he had 
exploded. 

"There is something you will like much better," she said teasingly. "If you 
can stand it ... if you can hold yourself back from cumming." Again the 
Eurasian girl had smiled, amorally yet shyly. "I will gladly take your cum 
in my mouth ... but I think you will like what I am planning much more." 

"I'm not a coward," John said, grinning as she lingeringly began to kiss the 
head of his cock again, as if she couldn't get enough of it. "What do you 
want me to do?" 

"Lie on the bed," she instructed. "Be a statue. I am going to suck you for a 
long, long time ... like no woman has ever sucked you. Do not move, no 
matter what. Just lie still and let me make love to you ... until I tell you 
to move. Do you think you can do that?" 

"Getting into a mouth like yours, I'm not making any promises," he said. 
"But let's try it!" 

Taikiko laughed softly and pushed him back onto the low bed. In an instant, 
she was nakedly poised over his loins, her dark shining hair sweeping 
between his spread thighs, her full sensuous lips open wide as her tongue 
flicked down to lick the droplets of semen forming at the head of his 
eagerly throbbing cock. With unbelievable delicacy she licked at it and 
then, her reddened young lips opening wide, she sucked his lust-swollen 
cock-head into the soft, wet cave of her mouth. Her lips closed tightly 
about it like an elastic band, and her cheeks hollowed as she began to suck. 
The tiny tip of her hot little tongue swirled wetly over the sensitive, 
satiny surface of the blood-engorged organ. Her soft eyes opened wide, as if 
she was surprised by the size of it, and looked unwaveringly up into his 
eager face. 

Slowly, tantalizingly, she began to draw his thick pulsing hardness deeper 
and deeper into her straining face. He saw her cheeks draw in, felt her 
tongue swirling over the length of him, wetting him as she devoured his 
penis with agonizing slowness. He felt it moving along her gulping tongue, 
over the sharp ridges of her tiny white teeth. 

He'd had more blow jobs than he could remember, but none like this. The 
other girls, mostly whores, had done nothing more than get the head inside 
reluctant lips and gulp at it. This beautiful creature wanted all of him, 
every inch, and she was in no hurry to make it end. He could hear her begin 
to moan softly as his long hard cock penetrated deeper and deeper into her 
seeking, warmly sucking mouth. 

Lightly, her fingernails began to scrape over the trembling flesh of his 
hard-muscled belly and down to his thighs and back again. He remembered her 
admonition to remain still as a statue and let her do everything, and he 
sensed that if he violated her instructions, he would wind up with just 
another blow job maybe the best he'd ever find, but not all she had in mind. 

So he controlled himself and looked down in the dim light at her lovely 
Japanese face being lewdly contorted by the massive length and thickness of 
his penis as it sank deeper and deeper into her throat. 

Taikiko gagged as the bulbous head pressed against her tonsils. She clutched 
him tightly and felt the hot, sperm-laden heaviness of his scrotum, and he 
could see her throat muscles straining. Suddenly they relaxed and with an 
urgent plunging of her head she absorbed him past her tonsils, until the 
hard pulsing thickness of him was unbelievably filling her slender throat. 
Her oral passage was so filled with his rigidly throbbing flesh that she 
couldn't possibly breathe through her throat, and he saw her nostrils 
flaring as she sought for breath. Her delicate hands fluttered under his 
tight-clenched buttocks and drew his loins up even closer to her 
lust-contorted face as she moaned softly in deep lewd pleasure at having the 
entire massive length of him in her mouth. Rhythmically, her cheeks began to 
contract and expand as she sucked his penis, slowly, her tongue beginning to 
work around the length of his hardness again, her lips pulling on him so 
urgently they almost hurt, despite their softness. 

"Goddamn!" John gasped "Oh. Goddamn!" 

He wanted to reach down and grab her raven-tressed head and grind it into 
his seething genitals, but restrained himself as her dark eyes found his. 
She seemed to be moaning something around the thick shaft of male flesh 
buried in her mouth, and he decided this was so good, he wasn't going to do 
anything that might interrupt it. So he did nothing except reach down to run 
his strong fingers through the silky obsidian of her long hair and admire 
the way it sprayed over the pale ivory flesh of her back as she kneeled 
eagerly and subserviently over him. 

And suddenly he was glad that he had held back, because the beautiful 
Eurasian girl then did something he would not have thought humanly possible. 

Somehow, she opened her straining lips even wider as her teasing fingertips 
slowly lifted his nearly-exploding balls and rolled them playfully. 

Gulping, she pushed first one, and then the other into the soft wet redness 
of her mouth. Her lips closed over them, and it seemed like she was 
attempting to swallow his genitals entirely. 

Moaning in pleasure, she lay over his widespread loins, sucking steadily, 
breathing heavily through her flaring nostrils. With her sharp fingernails, 
she lightly teased his perineum, the ultra-erogenous bit of flesh between 
the base of his scrotum and his anus until he was sure he was going to 
explode every drop of hot sperm in his cum-filled testicles into her eagerly 
sucking mouth right then! 

Against his will, he began to writhe on the bed under her urgent oral 
caress, his legs splaying wide. 

Suddenly, he felt her hand moving between the spread cheeks of his ass, 
seeking the tight puckering ring of his anus. Her fingertip swirled and 
twirled and thrust upward into him, and her teeth teasingly bit into the 
thick base of his cock as she began to suck harder. He felt the soft palm of 
her hand against the sweating cheeks of his hard buttocks as her 
out-stretched middle finger pushed deeper and deeper into his expanding back 
channel, making him want to cum and cum like he had never cum before, spill 
his white hot sperm deep into her greedily gulping throat fitted around his 
cock's length like a wet velvet glove. 

Ten times he felt her finger fuck up into his rectum and heard the palm of 
her hand smack hard against his clenching ass cheeks before the girl was 
satisfied that she had brought him to the desired point of arousal. And then 
her finger moved so slowly he could hardly feel it. John could still not 
believe that she had been able to take all of his penis and testicles into 
her mouth, but his eyes told him this was so. And she had a finger sunk 
deliciously deep in his rectum, while with her thumb she was tantalizing his 
perineum. Her other hand was slowly gliding over the hard muscles of his 
chest and belly, her fingertips tangling in his body hair. He could hear 
soft moans of pleasure coming from her widely-ovaled lips, as she sucked and 
nibbled and twirled her hot little tongue around the entire length of his 
wildly pulsating cock and sucked on his lust-inflated balls. 

Her right hand moved up his chest, then brushed over his face, and her 
fingers snapped before his eyes. She waved the hand at him, and suddenly he 
caught her meaning. She had on a wristwatch, and wanted him to take note of 
the time. It was eight minutes after two in the morning. He looked down into 
the dark pools of her passion-drenched eyes and nodded. 

She began to suck him again in the most tantalizing way he could imagine. 
All he could feel was the soft, wet warmth of her lips, the tantalizing 
laving of her tongue along the length of his rampant hardness and over the 
burning mass of his balls. And the slender finger that played in the moistly 
flexing depths of his anal passage. 

Groaning softly, he lay back and closed his eyes and luxuriated in the 
sensations. 

It was almost hypnotic. He seemed to drift forever under the beautiful 
girl's languorous oral and anal lovemaking, until suddenly he felt a sharp 
pain in the nipple of his left breast. Jerking partially upright, he saw she 
had it firmly grasped between her long, curved fingernails. Her mouth still 
full of his lust-swollen cock, she held up her wrist for him to see the 
watch again. 

Four-ten ... she had been sucking and playing with him two full hours ... 
MORE! Jesus Christ! 

With a sigh, she withdrew her outstretched finger from his tightly puckering 
anus with a soft sucking sound even as she released his balls from between 
her tender, love-swollen lips. Slowly, her ovaled mouth drew up the 
still-erect length of his cock, covering the wet tip with little kisses and 
licks of her pointed, spearing tongue. 

"You liked?" she said. 

"I loved." 

"Now it is my turn." 

Misunderstanding, he moved to draw her up on the bed and slide his face down 
between her slender legs, positioning himself to spear his willing tongue 
into the soft, hair-fringed slit of her tight young pussy. Her oral 
ministrations to him had made her wet there. The soft pink layers of 
succulent flesh glistened with her body juices and were distended with the 
heated blood of her arousal. He inhaled the sweet female scent of her pussy 
and wanted to bury his face between her soft ivory thighs, thrust his hot 
hungry tongue wetly into the delicate lips of her flexing young cunt, make 
her squirm and squeal in multiple orgasms. 

But, laughing, Taikiko spun away from him with the grace of a cat. She knelt 
on all fours in front of him, writhing and wriggling her knees wide apart, 
so the expanding and contracting lips of her hair-fringed pussy were before 
his eyes, and just above them ... the puckered rose of her tight little 
anus. She lowered her torso until her firm young breasts were squashed flat 
on the mattress and her delicate hands were pressed to either side of her 
face. 

The ivory-hued moons of her smoothly rounded buttocks swayed enticingly 
before John's face and he grasped the soft flesh with both of his big, hard 
hands, spreading her genitals wide to his lewdly-staring eyes. He could see 
the pink pulsing passage of her vagina nestled between her flexing cunt lips 
and at the apex, the dewy bud of her already hardened clitoris. It seemed to 
be begging for attention. She writhed and moaned in wanton invitation as his 
powerful fingers kneaded her ass-cheeks, and she began to rock back toward 
him on her knees, opening herself even wider to his carnal explorations. 

With thumbs and fingers, he slowly spread the moistly throbbing lips of her 
steaming young cunt even farther open and heard her moaning in anticipation 
of what was to come. Roughly, he jerked her hips even higher. Suddenly, 
unable to restrain himself, he plunged his face into the glistening dampness 
of her cuntal cleft, his tongue burrowing, flicking like the tongue of a 
snake along the delicious folds of her warmly perfumed pussy, savoring the 
sweet, heady taste of her cuntal juices. He felt her jerk back in a spasm 
against his oral caress, and he roughly spread her ass-cheeks and thighs 
even wider in order to gain greater access as the naked girl writhed and 
moaned and cried out softly in Japanese. His hot tongue-tip located her 
closely-guarded clitoris and teased it to burning hardness, and then he drew 
the little column of ultra-sensitive flesh in between his lips, sucking and 
nibbling it even as he licked, feeling her voluptuously kneeling body 
tremble and jerk uncontrollably as she bucked back to his lewdly-gulping 
mouth. 

"Aaaaaauuuuuugggggghhhhhh!! ! " she cried out, so loudly he was sure her 
parents would come running. "Oooooooh ... my pusseeeeeee!" 

She twisted and bounced on the bed, tossing her head, making her hair spray 
like glistening blue-black paint down over the dark-ivory column of her 
back, her smooth naked buttocks jerking wildly against his face. He grabbed 
her sensually flaring hips and tried to hold her still so he could spear his 
eager tongue deep up into her dripping cuntal opening, but it was like 
trying to hold a snake. She humped and ground against him with more fury 
than he imagined was possible, gasping and crying, arching her back, 
twisting her head far around to look at his burrowing face. 

Deep inside her, the volcano of her loins began to erupt in a way she had 
never dreamed possible. The intensity of it racked every muscle and nerve in 
her nakedly straining young body. It seemed like molten lava was exploding 
from her womb and gushing down her cuntal canal, so hot it would forever 
sear the face of the handsome young American who was doing this to her. 
Nothing quite like it had ever happened before... 

Taikiko was a child of two cultures, the Orient and the Occident. In her 
early years, before he had been absorbed by the ancient cultures of Nippon, 
her father had been a typical overly-protective, overly-fond American 
father, perhaps more protective than most because of his rough background in 
the armed service. He knew only too well what Yank soldiers and sailors 
considered foreign girls good for particularly the girls of Asia and the 
Orient. 

Her mother, being of a different culture, had an entirely different 
attitude, which was probably why she had been such a satisfactory wife for 
twenty years. She lived to make her husband happy. 

And she had strived to teach her only child that almost lost art, from her 
earliest days. 

Taikiko had learned flower arranging and the graceful tea ceremony, and how 
to play the lute and sing and otherwise be pleasing to a man. 

Particularly and secretly her mother had instructed her in how to please a 
man with her body, when the proper time came. She had been exposed to 
ancient books, with graphic illustrations, on the arts of love in all their 
complexities. By the time she was ten, she had witnessed lovemaking in all 
forms which could possibly be called normal. The highest-priced meaning the 
most skilled prostitute in Tokyo had been engaged. She had spent three 
months alone in showing the young girl how to take a penis into her mouth 
and keep it hard and hot for as long as three hours and that her anus could 
be the greatest source of pleasure in her entire body. 

Taikiko had learned every way that thousands of years of Oriental thinking 
had managed to devise to FUCK. 

And she was still a virgin, at the age of nineteen. 

She did not desire to be any longer! 

She could not count the times she had been with men and wanted them to fill 
her yearning young pussy with their long, iron-hard cocks. The times she had 
been forced to satisfy herself by sucking on their rampant penises until 
they were overcome with desire and spilled their thick, sweet cum into her 
belly while she licked and gulped and milked their throbbing testicles with 
her urgently-seeking hands. Or, teased beyond endurance, rolled over on her 
smooth, ivory-hued belly and raised her perfectly-shaped young buttocks up 
in invitation to them, spreading her own ass-cheeks with trembling fingers 
and grunting in mingled pain and pleasure as their urgent cocks thrust and 
jerked their way into the tight, wetly heated depths of her receptive anus 
and began to drill in and out of her tender young flesh, lifting her beyond 
the initial pain, into ecstasy as they reached their climax and spurted hot 
jets of churning male cum into her straining anal passage while she cried 
out her own orgasm, and wave after wave of sensuous pleasure swept her 
thrashing young body and she wept for the pure pleasure of it, but always 
wanting the ultimate. 

Taikiko wanted to fuck! 

She wanted the tight sheath of her moistly yearning young pussy filled with 
throbbing, pistoning male penis enough penis to reach to the hungrily 
quaking depths of her muscular young belly. She wanted to feel the pulsing 
of iron-hard male flesh in her wide-stretched pussy, feel the hot spurting 
jets of semen spewing into her womb while she strained and held her lover 
tight and cried out her carnal desire for more and more and more! 

Yet this was the one thing, as an obedient child of an ancient culture, she 
was not supposed to experience before her marriage. Her mother had made that 
painfully plain, but in a way that Taikiko, a child of two vastly different 
civilizations, had never been quite able to grasp. Yet she bowed to her 
mother's will, accepting the older woman's wisdom, although not 
understanding. 

"You are one half American," her mother told her. "It is possible you will 
marry an 

American ... and for strange reasons of their own, Americans place a high 
value of virginity on a girl. They also expect all Oriental girls to be 
whores. To gain your husband's respect, you must come to him intact." 

"Yet you told me yourself you were a bar girl when you met Dad," the 
confused girl had said. 

"And he was just another sailor," her mother answered patiently. "Sailors 
don't expect much. He worked hard, and we had some luck ... so that your 
position is much different than mine twenty years ago." 

"I could almost laugh," Taikiko replied, licking her lips. "This husband I 
must be so pure for. . . when he kisses me, will he ever suspect how many 
men I have sucked dry ... how many times I've knelt and opened my anus for a 
penis to give me pleasure?" 

"If you are wise, he will never suspect," her mother had said. 

* * * 

Now, Taikiko was kneeling, her genitals lewdly open to the searching, 
delving fingers and tongue of John Stacy, and she could not repress her own 
moans of delight as she felt the wet velvet lash of his tongue sliding along 
the tight, hair-covered furrow of her wetly rejoicing cunt. Suddenly he was 
drawing back, and she felt his powerful thighs moving between hers, forcing 
them wider apart. 

And the rubbery, bulbous head of his cock was sliding into where his tongue 
had just been, opening her cuntal sheath wide, searching for entry. Wildly 
she squirmed against him, gasping and panting, her mouth still rich with the 
taste of his cock that was even now becoming wetter in the secretions from 
her yearning pussy. 

I've got to have it! she thought insanely, and in the same instant told 
herself, "I can't, I CANT LET HIM FUCK ME!" 

"No ... noooooo ... NNOOOOOO!! ! " the lovely Eurasian girl moaned, trying 
to appeal to herself as much as the strong young blonde-haired man who was 
poised behind her, ready to impale her at any moment on his pulsing rod of 
lust-thickened flesh. She felt his muscular body thrust forward, and the hot 
throbbing knob of his cock pressing urgently into the wide-stretched lips of 
her virgin cunt. She gasped, "Not there ... PLEASE, NOT THERE!! ! " 

"Sort of late to start playing cock-tease, after you sucked it a couple of 
hours, baby," he said, and thrust forward again. He felt the obstruction and 
blinked. He had heard of maidenheads cherries but had never found one. And 
this girl, the way she sucked cock, she couldn't be ... or could she? He 
grabbed her trembling hips and held her immobile as he pressed forward 
again. 

Oh, she was ready she was juicy, so juicy the insides of her thighs was wet 
and slippery as hell. And the little mouth-like lips of her pussy were 
milking the head of his cock as if she was wild for it. And he knew by the 
way she squirmed and moaned when his hands stroked the velvet-soft flesh of 
her ass-cheeks that she was dying to have him bury his long hard penis in 
one driving lunge up into her tender young cunt. He knew Japanese girls were 
always tight in the pussy, but once you got it into them, they sure knew 
what to do with it! "It's nice and slick from your mouth ... now left get it 
where it belongs!" 

'NNOOOOOO!! ! " the tantalized Eurasian girl screamed. 

And, with an agility that was beyond belief, she was out of his clutches, 
spinning around on the bed, her hand deliberately smacking hard against his 
lust-gorged penis, her eyes which had been so softly and rapturously dark 
now flashing fire. She rose on her knees, her fingers forming claws that 
were aimed at his startled, uncomprehending face. 

"I can't let you do it to me there!" Tears began to streak the olive-ivory 
flesh of her delicately-sculpted face. "I can't. There is a way you will 
like better!" 

As he gaped at her in astonishment, Taikiko dove at him, her hands reaching 
to encompass the softening length of his cock that she had slapped so 
expertly to deflate instants before. Her hair sprayed over his loins as she 
pushed him back onto the mattress and hungrily swallowed the entire length 
of his penis, gulping it into her hot, avid mouth without any teasing or 
foreplay. She sucked furiously, milking the thick base of his staff and his 
balls until suddenly he was rock-hard again and pumping himself maniacally 
into her devouring mouth as the sounds of her urgent sucking filled the 
room. 

Again she sprang away from him and knelt before him, the quivering moons of 
her ass-cheeks spread wide. 

She allowed him no chance for error, no time to slide down and lick the 
sweet layers of her wetly clenching pussy. She reached back, grabbed his 
pulsating hardness and guided the saliva-coated tip to the flexing tight 
circle of her anus and held it there in a grip that was suddenly 
excruciatingly painful. 

She jerked back, grinding her buttocks wildly. She twisted her head back and 
cried, "Get in! Get in my ass!" 

At first John Stacy hadn't believed it, but the lovely girl was begging for 
it, straining toward him with every muscle of youth that she possessed. He 
reached down and grabbed her twitching ass-cheeks, spreading them wide as 
she gasped in anticipated pleasure. Her fingers still held the throbbing tip 
of his penis against the tight little "O." She panted eagerly. 

The entire length of his lust-hardened rod of flesh was slick and glistening 
with her saliva. Beneath him, her buttocks were urgently, subserviently 
up-thrust, and she was holding the hard masculine spike of flesh herself, to 
make his entry easier. He raised into a push-up position and saw the tight 
rose of her anus flex open in readiness for the impending impalement. 

He thrust forward and down, heard her grunt as the huge mushroom-shaped head 
pressed hard against her willing anal flesh until it yielded and the tight 
rubbery ring of her sphincter spread wide as the heavy rim of his cock-head 
burrowed into her tender flesh. She was hot and moist and unbelievably 
tight. He looked over the nakedly swaying moons of her buttocks to her face, 
half-obscured by the long dark hair, and saw her grimace with the initial 
pain of his entry, and then begin to smile as her anus stretched to accept 
his long thick penis. She swayed on her knees, parting them wider, and he 
inched up between the smooth trembling columns of her slender thighs. He 
flexed his cock, trying to stretch her anal opening even more, and then 
unable to control himself any longer jerked forward again. 

"OOOOOOhhhh ... AAAAAuuuggh!! ! " Taikiko gasped. 

She trembled as she felt the hugeness of his pulsing maledom drilling into 
her widely-stretched back passage. She had endured sodomy before, had 
learned to enjoy it, more for the pleasure of the man than for herself, but 
never had she encountered such a massive cock. She began to rock from side 
to side, working her ass muscles, drawing his penis deeper up into her belly 
by a fraction of an inch each time as she felt his fingers drawing her 
buttocks wide apart, preparing for a final, splitting lunge! 

Suddenly, her lust-ravaged body yielded. 

like a starving mouth, her anus sucked him deep inside her straining young 
body as her buttocks churned wildly and the warm buttery flesh rippled ahead 
of his reaming cock. His heavy sperm-laden balls smacked against her 
blood-swollen cuntal lips. 

"Jesus! You're so tight that I can't believe it!" John gasped. 

"Fuck!" Taikiko had gasped. "Fuck hard ... way up my ass-hole! MAKE ME FEEL 
YOU FUCK!! ! " 

Savagely he ground into her hotly clasping rectum, his strong fingers 
kneading the pliant flesh of her buttocks. She was screaming in ecstasy, 
humping back at him like a madwoman as her ass devoured him. 

"Your cunt ... I want your cunt!" he groaned. 

'To cum in my cunt we must be married," the straining girl panted as she 
screwed back onto his thick impaling penis. "We ... don't ... know ... each 
other ... that. . . well!! ! ! " 

The lovely Eurasian girl had been right, John realized later. With wild 
abandon, she had time after time opened her ass-cheeks or her mouth to his 
lust-swollen cock, often taking the initiative herself. She had shown him 
ways of making love which he had not ever thought possible. 

She let him eat her cunt. . . but no more. He told her he loved her. He 
believed it. "Come back in a year and tell me," Taikiko said. 

He had not been able to come back and had he come, he did not know whether 
he would have said it. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

She had been so right ... so damn right, John thought now as he felt the 
motorsailer riding easily on the swells. They hadn't known each other that 
well. But one hell of a lot better than he knew Nona, whom he had 
impulsively married. Nona was the worst fuck he had ever met! She wouldn't 
suck, she wouldn't let him eat her, and he couldn't even begin to get a 
finger into her anus, let alone his cock. 

Goddamned up-tight bitch! 

No ... not a bitch. She was trying to be a wife. Trying her damnedest to get 
along with Aura Lee Talent. Trying to learn how to sail the boat. A glance 
at the overhead compass told him she had the Carmen on course now, despite 
almost no wind to fill the sails and keep steerage way. Damn boat was too 
round-chined to handle well. Rocking, rolling bitch but-likely good in heavy 
weather under davas. 

"Motherfucker," John muttered in the narrow confines of the forward cabin, 
which was hardly large enough to have the name. A single bunk on either 
side, one now littered with charts and scrawled notes on the latest Coast 
Guard weather reports. "Miserable prick!" 

"Huh?" Aura Lee Talent said, rising and turning from her position over the 
charts, her heavy mouth softly open as she looked at him. Her dark hair 
tumbled down her smooth-fleshed back. Her bare breasts jiggled as she moved, 
full and round and firm-fleshed, as though begging to be touched. She wore 
only a ribbon of bikini panties that were lost in the smooth globes of her 
buttocks and barely covered her pubic mound. She had a felt-tipped pen with 
which she had been making dots on the chart. Her full promising lips were 
wet and the tip of her tongue flicked over them teasingly. "You say 
something?" 

"I said, 'Motherfucker', and 'miserable prick' and you damn well know it," 
John Stacy said curtly, staring hard at her. "Why don't you put some clothes 
on your ass?" 

"I have panties on," Aura Lee said mockingly. She swung her young, perfect 
torso and her nakedly extended nipples brushed against his chest. "Do my 
tits bother you, tiger?" 

Without any apparent effort, he reached out and picked her up by her long 
dark hair and swung her around. He shook her like a dog killing a cat and 
slapped her across the face, hard enough to bring the blood trickling from 
the corner of her mouth, and then he threw her down. He waited for her to 
wipe the blood from her lips before speaking. 

"You've pushed your luck a little too far, Aura Lee," he said. "I already 
spoke to my wife. I told her she would have to get along with you. Now I 
tell you that you knock off all the shit. Or give your soul to God, because 
I'm gonna have your ass." 

"Harry Carp will kill you," she said venomously as she tried to crawl away. 
"You're fucking nothing ... a dumb ass who got stupid and married the most 
frigid cunt in the world, and Harry took pity on you and gave you a job 
and..." 

John Stacy coolly hit her again, knocking her against the bulkhead. Her soft 
lips turned to pulp and she choked on her own blood and tried to cover her 
face as he jerked her to her feet by her hair. With casual ease, he threw 
her the length of the cabin, caught her before she hit the deck, threw her 
again and until she was sobbing and trying to cover her face, although he 
had pulled his slaps and she wasn't hurt except for superficial cuts. John 
pulled her from her knees and put his hands around her throat and tightened 
just enough to make her gasp in genuine fright. 

"Aura Lee, you listen, and you listen good," he said calmly. "If I have 
trouble with my wife, I will take care of it. . . you keep your shit-tongue 
to hell off her. As for Harry, he told me what to do with you if you got 
hard-nosed. I've got carte blanche to toss you over the side ... anytime ... 
and for any reason!" 

"What?" Aura Lee gasped, suddenly filled with fear, knowing she had 
overstepped herself. This man John Stacy would kill her. She knew from Harry 
how many times he had already killed. She tried to gather her thoughts and 
appease him, at least long enough to get off this damn rocking, sickening 
boat. She wiped the blood from her lips and the tears of pain from her eyes 
and whispered, "What did Harry tell you?" 

With a grin, John Stacy dropped his pants and kicked them away. His long 
thick cock sprang out, throbbing with rage-hot blood. 

"Harry said to stick this up your trouble-making little ass-hole," he said 
ominously. 

"Oh, God!" She blinked and stared, knowing that Harry Carp HAD said just 
those words. And now, because she had pushed him too far, John Stacy was 
going to do it. 

She looked into his cold murderous eyes and saw no chance of mercy. This man 
would kill her as easily as he would swat a fly. Why he put up with his 
frigid bitch of a wife, Aura Lee could not understand. She stared at his 
huge rod of male flesh and was sure it would split her apart if he did ram 
it into her anal passage. One way or another, he was going to hurt her ... 
and if she didn't hurt enough, he would kill her and do something simple 
like telling Harry she fell overboard. 

Aura Lee Talent knew she had only one weapon ... her beauty. For the moment, 
she had to bend to his whims. Later might be different. She certainly 
couldn't expect any help from Nona. For the first time in her life, she 
cried from real fear as she bent to writhe and wiggle out of her tight 
bikini bottom. Her fingers trembled but she finally got it off and stood 
naked before him. She made herself take the three steps to reach him and 
then lift the hot massive length of his virilely pulsing cock in her hands. 

The instant she touched it, her mood changed. 

She hadn't been fucked for over a week. She'd heard Nona getting it two or 
three times a day ... AND THE DAMN LITTLE FRIGID BITCH DIDN'T APPRECIATE 
IT!! ! ! ! 

Damn! Just to touch his rock-hard penis was turning her on! 

"You'll rip me apart," she whispered as her slender fingers began to slide 
up and down the rigid thickness of his penis. She rolled the tight foreskin 
under her thumb while her other hand moved lower, through the brushiness of 
his pubic hair to find his sperm-laden balls and hold them. "Let me wet you 
... please!" 

"Baby, it goes up your tight little ass ... no matter how long you suck it." 
His eyes were as cold as his words. 

"I know," Aura Lee gasped. "But it's too big!" 

Before he could argue, she dropped submissively to her knees. Her soft lips 
ovaled as the pink little tip of her tongue began to lick over the 
blood-swollen glans, burrowing like a snake into the tiny hole at the head 
while her fingers urgently stroked the length of his staff and moved lower 
to tease the hot sac of his aroused testicles. 

"Ooooh ... ooohhhhhhhh!" Aura Lee mumbled. Her hatred of the big man and 
what he was forcing her to do vanished the moment her hungrily gulping lips 
enclosed the mushroom-shaped head of his blood-heated penis. Urgently she 
slid her moistly sucking mouth down the entire length of his cock until his 
cum-laden balls touched her chin. Her hand moved behind his taut-muscled 
buttocks and she pulled him closer, sucking furiously now, her straining 
lips widening until they ached as they opened to enclose the massive base of 
his instrument. Her nostrils flared with the urgency of her breathing and 
she gloried in the strong, male scent of him. He was like a rod of hot, 
resilient iron deep in her urgently-sucking mouth. 

Damn, but this was good! 

She was almost choking the way his cock was rammed so deep into her throat, 
but with her swirling, seeking tongue could feel every heartbeat, every 
tremor of his muscular young body. 

Aura Lee Talent knew what she must look like, down on her knees, sucking 
cock like a slave, subservient to the man. 

So far, he had not touched her, wasn't even holding her wildly-bobbing head, 
refusing to let her know in any way that he was taking pleasure from her. 
The thick spike of flesh filled her mouth so hotly... 

She wanted him to cum between her lips, let her taste his manhood. 

If only he would touch her... 

But he did nothing but stand while she knelt submissively and sucked, and 
Aura Lee knew he must be able to feel the urgency she was putting into her 
oral caress. 

She realized John Stacy intended to punish her for what she had done. . . 
punish her, degrade her, for insulting his frigid bitch of a wife. 

Through whispers which carried down the vents, she knew Nona refused to 
suck. She fucked only one way, the dull missionary position, and got it over 
with just as quickly as possible. 

Nona didn't deserve a man. 

Well now, she, Aura Lee Talent had Nona's man in her mouth ... and how about 
that? 

She would replace Nona. Just to show it could be done. And once done, she 
would shitcan John Stacy so fast that he'd never know what hit him. The 
lousy son-of-a-bitch! 

Eagerly now she drove her sucking lips up and down the massive length of his 
male flesh, drawing hard on the hotly pulsating cock, swirling her tongue 
around the tip of every up-stroke and feeling her coral-hued inner lips 
being drawn away from her teeth. Aura Lee continued until a steady ache 
began in her slender neck and her jaws began to pain. 

Then, licking at the thick saliva which had tilled her yearning mouth and 
swallowing, she slowly withdrew her lips from the bulging cock and raised 
her face. The big man was still standing over her, not deigning to touch 
her. 

"Please," she whispered. "It's been so long ... my mouth is getting tired. 
Can you cum like this ... or fuck me?" 

"I told you it would be up your ass," he said. 

"You could make it beautiful ... but you want to be a big bastard," she 
whispered as she rose from her knees. Aura Lee tossed her dark mane of hair 
and looked defiantly at him. "Do you want me to get down on all fours on the 
deck or just bend over the bunk?" 

"Whatever fits your mind." 

"My knees are tired." She turned and bent over the narrow bunk, parting her 
legs and then reaching back to spread the hot, firm globes of her tanned 
buttocks, revealing the tight brown circle of her anus. Her dark eyes found 
his, accusing, as she said, "I wet you ... son-of-a-bitch ... go into me 
slowly, and I'll give you the best ass-fuck you'll ever get! So hot and wet 
and tight you'll forget that Jap girl that Harry Carp banged before you got 
to her. Now, FUCK MY ASS!! ! ! " 

Enraged by Aura Lee Talent's words, John Stacy took her violently. The tight 
ring of her anus was wet in anticipation, but she was not entirely ready. 

"EEEEEAAAAUUUGGGHHHH!! ! ! " she screamed out as the thick head of his penis 
pressed hard against her unprepared anus. He grasped her helplessly-waving 
hips and held her tight and rammed against her sensitive rectal opening. The 
tight, rubbery sphincter yielded and she gasped, "Oooohhhhhhhh ... shit!" 

He held still for a moment, until her struggling ceased and then flexed his 
cock in the tight ring of her anal muscle. 

Aura Lee gasped again. She had never experienced anything so painful, and 
every time he moved, it felt like she was going to be split in half. She 
wanted to cry, but was determined not to give him this satisfaction. 

"Damn it, get it into me!" she gasped, wriggling her tautened buttocks in 
invitation. 

"You asked for it!" 

John rammed himself up into the widespread moons of her nakedly straining 
ass-cheeks and heard her shriek in agony. 

"Let's find out about the good ass-sucking," he said. 

"I said fucking, not sucking," Aura Lee grunted out as she humped back at 
him. "Now fuck my ass ... and do it good enough so your little virgin girl 
hears me scream when I cum ... that is, if you're man enough to make me 
cum!" 

He held her tight and rammed into her softly yielding flesh, fucking up into 
the tight honeyed depths of her rectum. 

Nona could not help but hear the sounds from below deck, and there was no 
mistaking they were sex sounds. 

Her, husband, her John, was doing something vile with the slut! 

The mere thought of it sickened her ... and yet as she listened to the 
initial screams of pain slowly change to cries of carnal pleasure, she knew 
she had to SEE what was happening. The breeze, freshing from almost directly 
astern, was making the motorsailer glide easily through the gently-rising 
swells. The Carmen would stay on course for at least a few minutes, Nona was 
sure. Barefooted, she padded along the narrow decking as she heard the cries 
of the shamelessly aroused girl. 

Above the forward cabin was a hatch into which a clear glass skylight had 
been built. Trembling, she made her way through the taut lines, listening to 
the rising wind in the straining sheets, and knelt above the hatch. 

The lewd, obscene sight below was unbelievable! 

Writhing, a naked Aura Lee Talent was bent over the bunk which came almost 
to her lips, providing a perfect flat platform for her violently-straining 
young body as, with her own fingers, she held her smooth buttocks wide for 
the perverted assault on her rectum. 

John's hard, thick cock was relentlessly drilling into her wide-stretched 
flesh. Nona could see the soft pinkness of the dark-haired girl's anus being 
drawn out of Aura Lee's buttocks with every withdrawal, and then rammed 
brutally back in. 

And the filthy slut, instead of fighting this outrage against her 
defenseless anal opening, was obviously an anxious partner to the vileness 
that was being perpetrated. Nona saw her ass-cheeks clench tightly around 
John's impaling spear of thick male flesh, and the glass of the hatch cover 
was not enough of a barrier to stop the obscene sounds of the vilest sort of 
fornication imaginable. 

"Oh, you dirty bastard, fuck my ass with your big cock!" Aura Lee cried out. 
"You son-of-a-bitch, when I get a chance I'll kill you so damn dead you'll 
never wake up, but now fuck, fuck my ass-hole!" 

Savagely, John Stacy yanked her trembling thighs further apart, reveling in 
the way she shook like hot jelly under his demanding screwing. Brutally he 
jammed one and then two fingers deep into the wetly heated tunnel of her 
cunt and viciously rubbed her tender clitoris with his hard-calloused thumb, 
listening to her scream in an animal ecstasy. 

His blood-engorged cock rammed without letup into her tightly-clutching 
anus, spearing deep up into her quaking belly through her tender nether 
passage, sending rippling waves of rectal tissue ahead of its blunted head 
until she was grunting and thrashing in mingled pain and pleasure. His 
sperm-heavy balls, which his wife had never been able to drain with her 
immobile body, felt at the point of bursting. 

This Aura Lee might be no fucking good, but she was sure good fucking maybe 
one of the best he'd ever find! 

She was grinding back now, humping, swirling her tight young ass-cheeks to 
meet every vicious lunge of his lust-engorged cock, and mewling with 
pleasure with every stroke that buried his spear of ass-raping manhood far 
up into the dark steaming depths of her rectum. He felt her tight rubbery 
sphincter muscle clasping wantonly around the rigidity of his penis, as if 
she wanted to hold him inside her forever while the smooth moons of her 
naked buttocks bounced and jiggled with every wet slap of his belly and 
balls against their softness. 

"Deeper, you son-of-a-bitch!" Aura Lee cried out. "Fuck deeper and harder!" 

"You asked for it!" 

He dropped his body over hers, his thick, muscular arms clamping with the 
power of a bear trap around her trembling little waist, his work-hardened 
fingers digging brutally into the firm young flesh of her abdomen. He held 
Aura Lee with all his strength while his muscular legs and thighs began to 
flex against her wildly-churning buttocks, driving his hot thick hardness 
deeper, even deeper up into her convulsing little belly. The wet slapping of 
flesh against naked flesh filled the small cabin. He ground his rock hard 
cock into her widely-stretched anus without mercy while her head came up and 
back and her dark mane of hair tossed wildly. 

"I'm cumming ... you prick!" she cried out, ramming her ecstatically 
trembling ass-cheeks back against the long thick length of his penis as the 
liquid passion began to flow from her wetly quivering pussy, and her 
sorely-used anus suddenly took fire. "Aaaaaiiiyyeeeeee!! ! ! ! " 

"You think that's a cum, try this!" 

With his left arm still locked tight around the slenderness of her heaving 
belly while his lust-hardened cock continued to surge up her tight rectal 
passage, John used his right hand to viciously slap her trembling ass-cheeks 
until she cried out and yielded, opening herself even wider to his anal 
assault. His fingers reached into the hot juice-flushed depths of her 
blood-swollen cunt lips, spreading them wide. He pressed against her until 
his heavy, sperm-bloated balls were slick with her cum. 

"Don't move your damn ass for a minute," he said. 

Aura Lee felt his fingers opening her pussy even wider, stretching and 
hurting her tender flesh, and she began to sob. Then she felt something 
being pushed into her vaginal opening, slowly, something hot and heavy that 
was spreading her soft, straining cuntal lips, going up into her body. She 
had never felt anything like it in her life, and she thought she had gone 
through everything you could do with a man. Whatever it was felt as alive as 
a cock, but different. Thicker, but not so long or hard. And hot, very hot. 

"What. . . what are you doing to me?" she gasped. 

"I've got my cock shoved up your ass-hole ... and my balls buried in your 
tight little pussy," he grunted. "Now milk me!" 

"Impossible!" Aura Lee gasped. She clenched her cuntal muscle and it DID 
feel like he had somehow managed to get his sperm-bloated testicles into her 
pussy. He was pressing hard against the nakedly widespread cheeks of her 
impaled buttocks. She wished she could look down and see if it were true, 
but the way their sweat-streaked bodies were so lewdly locked it was 
impractical. Or was it impossible? He'd stuffed something into her wetly 
throbbing pussy-lips ... his long rigid cock was still buried to the hilt in 
her tenderly-stretched rectum ... and now she could feel both his big hands 
gripping her hips and holding her immobile while he flexed the massive 
length of his thick reaming penis in her subjugated body. She raised her 
head and tentatively tightened her anal and cuntal muscles and then 
whispered, "I never heard of this! How did you ever..." 

"Japanese girl showed me," he said. "Only trouble is I can't move, so you do 
it all. Be careful how you clamp that pussy down it feels like a bear trap 
now!" 

"Harry said you were a tricky son-of-a-bitch, but I never expected this!" 
Aura Lee Talent said. "How anybody who knows such wild ways to fuck ever got 
him stuck with ... well, never mind!" 

She put her youthful body to work, held tight over the hard bunk edge by his 
weight. She had long ago learned how to make her pussy and rectum milk a man 
dry without moving the rest of her body. Straining, she made her rippling 
internal muscles suck at John Stacy's genitals. 

When it happened, she could still hardly believe it. 

She felt his eagerly pulsating cock swelling in her wide-stretched anus, but 
he'd been in there so long that she had adjusted to the unnatural invasion 
of her tender flesh and was enjoying it. And now she could feel each of his 
hot, heavy balls pushed just inside the sensitive lips of her cunt. 

Striving, holding her breath, she made her nakedly bent over body do his 
lewd, obscene bidding. His long hard cock began to jerk and his balls 
thickened and became hotter, swelling inside the hair-lined lips of her 
pussy. 

"You're cumming!" Aura Lee cried out as she felt his testicles blow up like 
balloons at a county fair and then suddenly deflate as their load of hot, 
thick sperm gushed through his body, finally down the thick tube at the 
underside of his deeply-buried cock and into her eagerly clutching rectal 
passage. "Oh God, it's so hot. . . fuck me ... fuck me just a minute! I'm 
cumming again!" 

Her body was sucking him furiously and she began to writhe and twitch in his 
steel-hard grasp. Emptying, his scrotum slipped from her wetly enfolding 
vagina and dangled down between her trembling young thighs. Then, freed from 
the grasp of her strangely invaded pussy, he began to fuck his cock deep up 
into her anal passage again as the first spuming jets of semen gushed into 
her wildly twitching rectum. 

"Aaaauuuggggghhhhh! You bastard ... you wild-fucking bastard!" she cried out 
deliriously as he rammed his thick exploding penis to the hilt in her hotly 
clasping flesh. Aura Lee began to tremble uncontrollably, on the verge of 
passing out, but was revived as his big hands began to slap the churning 
roundnesses of her ass-cheeks, reddening her tender young flesh. She ground 
herself back against the savage impalement of his heatedly spurting cock as 
the creamy-white fluids began to gush from her wide-stretched anal opening. 
She gasped for breath, blinking as she blurted, "I'll kill you if I can, but 
damn, what a wild fuck!! ! ! ! " 

On the skylight in the hatch above, Nona Stacy's tears stained the glass. 

She was barely able to compose herself enough to crawl abjectly down the 
tilting deck of the motorsailer and return to the helm. 

She was so sick at heart that she didn't even notice that the fast, powerful 
former Navy air-sea rescue boat had moved in close, less than three hundred 
yards away. 

The tears which filled her heartbroken young eyes were so thick she could 
barely make out the vessel even as its Rolls-Royce-Merlin engines were 
revved up and the most blinding blue-white lights she had ever seen pinned 
the lumbering motorsailer. The swift-moving craft swung in an easy circle 
and bore down on them, its sharp bow slashing through the lazy-rolling 
tropical waters, throwing up a threatening bone of white surf. 

"John!" Nona screamed, certain in that instant the other vessel would slice 
through them any second. "John! JOHN!! ! ! ! ! ! ! " 

Her arms raised to shield her eyes from the brilliant, burning light, she 
cowered and dropped to the cockpit, awaiting an impact which would certainly 
be fatal. 

Then, in the final seconds, Nona became aware of two separate things. 

Heavy feet were pounding up the companionway ladder from up forward. 

And somebody or something had splashed into the water on the dark side of 
the trapped, helpless motorsailer. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Although satiated with her sexual experience Aura Lee was determined to 
revenge herself upon John Stacy as she dove into the warm tropical waters, 
stark naked, her anus still burning from the brutal way he had used it, her 
lip smarting from his slap across the face. 

And she would get Harry Carp too, because she believed beyond any doubt that 
Harry had told Stacy to use her like an animal. Holding her breath, she swam 
with the grace of a porpoise under the moon-glimmering surface of the sea 
toward the brilliant lights. For once in her life she had tried to be 
straight. She believed in the ancient charts, had spent more than three 
years finding them and the blurred history of the treasure galleons, and 
once she had it all together, nobody believed her. She had long ago lost 
count of how many men she had spread her legs for, or opened her mouth or 
her ass-cheeks for in the futile hope for a chance to sell them. Mighty good 
try, but two hundred years too late, she had finally realized. Nobody with a 
dime's worth of sense was putting money on the line for anything so dreamy 
as buried treasure. 

All she'd gotten out of it was a lot of fucking, and not much of it very 
good. 

She surfaced for a few seconds, rolling on her back, her mouth gulping for 
the life-giving air and dove again, deep, for in that instant she had seen 
the hot ASR or whatever it was coming alongside the wallowing motorsailer. 
Her long dark hair swayed in the currents behind her, and she felt the warm 
water soothing her breasts and her strained genitals. 

Aura Lee Talent for the first time realized how much she had been taken, how 
much men had discovered and used her natural sensuality, played with her 
body and through it her mind. 

John Stacy was a stupid or at least unfeeling man! 

Harry Carp was not stupid. He had been able to use her, and he was using 
John Stacy and the cold-ass Nona to his own ends. 

Again she surfaced, in the moon-lit dark, and saw there was action between 
the two boats. Aura Lee spat out water and saw there had been lines with 
grapples thrown between the craft and they were not drawn tight together, 
and several men were boarding the motorsailer, and there was a fight that 
might have been out of an old Errol Flynn movie. Still naked, Stacy was 
roaring like a wounded tiger and swinging a belaying pin. Two of the 
attackers went down like dead men before the sheer weight and numbers of the 
others overcame him. 

Another was bearing Nona to the deck, hitting her across her beautiful face, 
jerking her long blonde hair even as she clawed at him in a futile try at 
defense... 

* * * 

John Stacy knew he had no chance. With the lights blinding him he was not 
even sure how many there were. They were fast-moving shapes in the night, 
swarming over him. He could hear Nona screaming. He could not attack, 
because he could not see his enemy. He did the only thing he could, backing 
against the bulkhead of the wheelhouse, making them come to him. His big 
fists flailed at the blurred shapes, one tight around a belaying pin. He 
felt his knuckles ram hard against flesh and heard a cry of pain and then 
the heavy crashing of a body on the deck below. 

But there was another in the next instant, and a crushing blow came down on 
his left shoulder. He lost control and dropped the heavy pin, his arm 
immobile. 

He cursed himself, knowing he had drained all his strength into that slut 
Aura Lee. He was spent, when he should have been able to fight half a dozen 
men. Something hard and sharp hit his forehead and spewing blood blinded 
him. He kicked with bare feet and tried to reach them with his good right 
hand but they knew their business. 

They drove him to exhaustion, to his knees. 

And then they tied him tightly with nylon line and when that was done one of 
them expertly put a wrestler's sleeping hold on his neck, pressing the 
carotid artery for five seconds, and the last thing he remembered was Nona 
crying out to him not to fight them... 

Aura Lee Talent surfaced again, this time coming close to the big motorboat 
that from her point of view now looked like a battleship. It rolled easily 
in the gentle sea, its exhausts spurting water while the tremendous engines 
idled. She was in almost dark, with just the moonlight, to show her naked 
figure in the water if anyone happened to look. The brilliant lights were 
aimed at the captive motorsailer. She heard sounds of fighting and 
screaming, and hoped John Stacy was getting a lot of lumps. Slowly, trying 
to regain the energy he had fucked out of her, she swam around the two boats 
and her mind, brightened by the shock of her immersion in surging water, 
formed a plan. 

The boats were lashed together, riding on the surging sea as one. Even if 
she had wanted to help John and Nona, there was no way she could do much, 
she realized. She had no weapon. She had no clothes. She could not 
understand the sudden attack. 

But maybe she could make a deal. 

Somebody up there on that big boat had one hell of a lot of clout, to go up 
against Harry Carp. She knew enough about boats to figure this one had cost 
somebody about a half million dollars. 

Harry Carp had got her fucked in the ass ... she would like to meet 
something else, a guy with guts enough to take Harry ... and John Stacy on. 

And all that beautiful bread he would have... 

Dimly, she saw a figure moving aboard the power boat, and she thought that 
maybe if it was one person alone, and she could get aboard, she could do 
something. She sure as hell could not keep swimming around somewhere off the 
Bermuda Banks until she drowned. 

"Hey, can I come aboard?" Aura Lee called out. 

"What's that?" 

It was a woman's voice, uncertain. The figure moved to the rail and Aura Lee 
could see her looking into the dark water. She could tell nothing about her 
appearance, except she seemed to be young and slender. 

"I'm down here and I want to get the hell out of this ocean and like that, 
you dumb bitch!" Aura Lee called out. "Throw me a line!" 

"Swim clear I'm dropping a Jacob's ladder," the other responded. 

Aura Lee Talent dove deep from the surface until she heard the rattling 
splash of the rope ladder, and then she let herself float up. She found it 
on the first try and climbed, her high firm breasts heaving, turgid nipples 
rising as the air hit them and played over her vibrant young body. With her 
fingers, she combed her hair back, tossing her head and blinking her eyes to 
clear the salty water from them. She swallowed hard to clear her ears. And 
then she spoke. 

"Just what the hell is going on here?" 

A hand-held torch suddenly flared and she heard the voice say, "You're Aura 
Lee." 

"If I was Jesus, I'd have been walking on the water and wouldn't have asked 
for a ladder." Aura Lee bent to wring the water from her hair. 

"What the fuck is going on here?" 

"We heard you were a tough little bitch. A foul-mouth." 

"Fuck off." Aura Lee drew a deep breath, her naked breasts bouncing with the 
effort. She could see nothing but the light in her eyes. It blinded her. She 
knew there was no place to go except over the side, and then swim a hundred 
miles, and that would be impossible. "Whoever the hell you are, fuck off!" 

"You're so beautiful when you get mad..." the voice behind the light said. 
"Stacy treated you like an animal." 

"What would you know?" 

"We heard it all. We heard him make you bend over and take his miserable 
hard prick up your ass. We heard him hurt you. Ram you and ram you and ream 
. . : beat you until your mouth was bleeding, and then make you get down on 
your knees and suck his filthy prick and take it in your ass ... we came to 
rescue you, Aura Lee!! ! ! " There was a long, soft sigh which somehow 
carried over the surging of the sea. "And you are so beautiful, naked this 
way..." 

"You're a lesbian," Aura Lee whispered. "You are?" 

"You sound like you never met one." She heard a sigh and the flashlight 
wavered. "Well, you will! As soon as your friends are taken care of. Now, go 
below, you pretty darling and your sweet cunt, or I'll have to make you... 

What the hell have I let myself in for now? Aura Lee wondered. Here I am 
dripping naked with a lesbian that sounds like a real mean bitch while a 
bunch of pirates boards the Carmen ... Then the answer came to her. They 
wanted her charts, the notes it had taken her three years of eye-burning 
searching to compile. That had to be the reason! 

Well, they'd play hell getting them! They were so well hidden aboard the 
Carmen that nobody was going to find them without taking the boat apart. 
Even John Stacy had no idea of where they were ... so far, they had stayed 
away from the area off the Bahamas where she thought the treasure would be 
found, and everything was on 16-millimeter film stashed in a most unlikely 
place, one where nobody would ever think to look. 

Aura Lee Talent had put the film inside a penis-shaped electric vibrator and 
casually stowed it in a locker along with her other personal things. Most of 
the material she had committed to memory as she compiled it, and when she 
wanted to check something, it was only a matter of moments to thread the 
film into a viewer. She knew it had driven Stacy off his rocker, trying to 
find the thing ... he knew she couldn't keep it all in her head... 

But now firm female hands were grasping her, pushing her through a hatch and 
down a ladder as she heard sounds of fighting from the other boat. 

In the dim light of a disordered cabin she had a glimpse of a tall, slender 
woman, youngish, probably no more than thirty, with flowing red hair. She 
was handsome rather than beautiful, with high cheekbones, a full sensuous 
mouth, flashing dark eyes of a greenish hue and nostrils which flared with 
desire and barely-leashed passion when the eyes slowly moved, inch by inch, 
over Aura Lee's nakedly dripping female figure. She wore a wrap-around-skirt 
that hid her golden thighs about six inches above the knees, and a thin 
shirt, the buttons open to a point well below the firm, conical breasts with 
the nipples hardening so quickly with prurient desire. 

"I'm Vallie," she said, her voice cold. "I've watched you for weeks, and I 
want you. I'm going to fuck you crazy with my tongue, and if you fight it, 
I'll turn you over to Mister Lum and the rest of his crummy crew, and when 
they get through with you, you'll be begging me to do all kinds of things to 
make you feel better." 

"Oh, God..." Aura Lee whispered. This was beyond belief! In all her sensual 
escapades, she had never been touched by a woman and she sensed this tall, 
auburn-haired beauty could be more deadly than any man. But if she was a 
lesbian, what was she doing with a crew of cutthroats, committing an act of 
piracy? She whirled toward the ladder, but the other girl was too fast. She 
felt herself grabbed by the hair and effortlessly thrown to the deck and a 
slender foot mashed down on her heaving breasts. For the first time in her 
life she knew real, gut-clenching fear as she looked up into the beautiful, 
lust-filled face. Sensuous lips grinned down at her around perfect white 
teeth and she said, "Why . .--. ? " 

"I'll let you up. . . you crawl over to that bunk and I'll tell you." As 
Aura Lee crept away and up onto the bunk, the other went on. "We're on a 
treasure hunt. . . Mister Lum and me and a few who don't count. You 
advertised your maps too well, baby." 

"When Harry Carp hears ... " Aura Lee began. 

"Harry won't do anything but make a deal." The redhead calmly lit a 
cigarette. "After all, Mister Lum and his crew will be doing most of the 
work ... and Mister Lum is a lot better set up to do it with this boat than 
Stacy could ever do with that leaky tub you've been sailing around in." She 
dropped into a chair and waved the cigarette around the confines of the 
cabin, which smelled of men and sweat. "This boat is combat ready. It has 
machine guns, bazookas, limpet mines, and everything in the way of 
electronics. We sat and roared when you were getting fucked in the ass, 
because that Carmen has been bugged for weeks and we heard every grunt and 
gasp and sigh and moan ... you do like it that way, don't you?" 

Aura Lee could only drop her face into her hands and try to finger away the 
tears of anger and frustration. In the few minutes, her initial fear had 
dissipated. Now she was furiously angry. But she knew she could not make a 
move yet. 

But somehow, in the end, she would fuck them all. 

John Stacy, who had beaten her and sodomized her. 

Harry Carp, who had given her body to him. Nona, for her damn superior 
purity. This lesbian Vallie. 

It was one thing to be subjugated by a man, but to take crap from another 
woman who wanted only her body that was worse. 

The one thing she could not do at this moment, Aura Lee realized was fight. 
When the time came she would strike, and strike to kill and maim ... but not 
yet. Slowly she raised her beautiful tear-stained face and spoke. 

"Maybe we could make a deal?" 

"What kind of deal?" Vallie said, watching like a cat considering a mouse. 
"What can you offer?" 

"What you people think is worth piracy," she said, with a gesture toward the 
sounds of fighting still coming from the other boat. "There's nothing aboard 
there you need except my charts and notes." 

"Keep talking." 

"I want mine out of it I don't care how I get it." 

"How much." 

"Half." 

"Ten percent." 

"Get fucked, you lesbian bitch!" 

Vallie only laughed as she stubbed the cigarette out and said, "We know 
Harry only put you in for twenty and you know Harry is a damn thief." She 
dropped her skirt to stand naked, then moved to the bunk and her hands came 
down like claws on Aura Lee's cool wet flesh. Aura Lee allowed herself to be 
pressed back on the smelly mattress, let Vallie glue her moistly parted lips 
to her own, allowed her mouth to open to admit Vallie's salaciously 
searching tongue. Despite herself, she felt immediate desire rising as the 
lesbian's skilled fingers rolled her hot nipples to burning hardness, and 
she moaned against the sucking lips even as Vallie pressed between her legs, 
splaying them wide, and slid over her body, mounting her as a man might, so 
their pubic mounds were pressed tight together, their hair-lined cunt lips 
opening. She could actually feel the extended shaft of Vallie's abnormally 
large clitoris rubbing against hers as the redhead began a smooth rocking 
motion above her, their bellies sliding together, and Vallie sucked on her 
tongue like it was a soft, wet cock. Against her will, for she had never 
yielded to anything like this before, Aura Lee opened legs wide and then 
locked them around Vallie's lewdly-surging buttocks ramming her pelvis hard 
up against the tantalizing bush of Vallie's heatedly pulsing clitoris. 

The redhead's hands left her warmly tingling breasts and locked around her 
trembling body, and Aura Lee realized their firm-fleshed breasts were 
pressed tightly together, flattening, nipples rubbing erotically against 
nipples. A fire swept through her loins and she reached down, over the soft 
pliant swell of the lesbian's hips to cup the churning mounds of her 
buttocks and pull them tighter to her. 

This woman in her urgently-clasping arms was the enemy. 

But she was so much better than that brutal son of a bitch John Stacy or 
Harry Carp had been. 

Aura Lee sucked frantically at the long, wet, probing tongue that was 
plunging between her eager lips, groaning around it as saliva filled her 
mouth. She bit and tasted blood and felt fingernails rake her nakedly 
straining flesh in passion. 

"Oooooooohhhhh ... Nooooooo...! ! ! " she moaned. 

"Oh, now you're crying for it," the other whispered, pulling her mouth away, 
quickly sliding lower on the bunk to capture the taut-nippled tip of one of 
Aura Lee's breasts in her moistly heated lips. She sucked in deep into her 
devouring mouth and nibbled with sharp white teeth while the tip of her 
skilled tongue teased the rubbery peak. The response was immediate, as her 
nipples hardened, becoming longer, and Aura Lee continued to moan with her 
belly churning eagerly, fucking up toward the teasing length of Vallie's 
hardened clitoris. Her wide-splayed thighs trembled, the muscles cording, 
and her sensually aroused body jerked in a frenzy of passion. Abruptly, 
Vallie pulled her mouth away from the full firm mound of Aura Lee's breast 
and moved lower. Her tongue was like wet fire on the fevered flesh of the 
excited naked girl. The redhead raised her beautiful face for a moment and 
said, "Now I'm going to eat your cunt, darling. You'll see how it's supposed 
to be done." 

"Nooooo ... please..." Aura Lee managed to say. 

Vallie's auburn hair sprayed over her belly and down between her straining 
legs. The wet, flicking pink tip of her tongue slid along the slender line 
of hair which edged the tight furrow of Aura Lee's wetly grinding cunt. For 
a moment, the brunette was immobile. 

And then she felt her tender, most sensitive flesh being delicately parted, 
and the hot, probing spear of Vallie's tongue sliding up and down, laving 
her burning flesh, running the entire length of her incredibly tingling 
pussy opening until finally it twirled around the aroused bud of her 
clitoris, and the soft lesbianic lips enclosed the organ that was so much 
like a tiny penis and sucked hard while the searching tongue continued to 
tantalize her, drive her to a trembling peak of forbidden ecstasy. 

Aura Lee abruptly lost all strength to fight the unnatural love making of 
the ravenous redhead. Her hopelessly aroused body jerked and rolled and 
twitched as the tantalizing tongue swirled like velvet lightning across her 
hotly throbbing cuntal lips. Now she felt the slender female fingers 
spreading her ass-cheeks wide, sliding under them to draw her undulating 
pussy up higher. And then ... the long wet tongue darted deep up her 
twitching cuntal canal, swirling like a snake, boring hotly and wetly into 
her passion-seared vagina. Her surrender came in an instant. 

She clamped her trembling soft thighs tightly around Vallie's burrowing face 
and fucked up to her hot mouth as her cuntal muscles drew on the invading 
tongue. The excited brunette was barely able to gasp out her next words. 

"Eat me ... oooooohhhh, eat meeeee ... put your finger in my ass-hole!" 

She heard Vallie's moan of victory even as the redhead's tongue was fucking 
deep up into the quivering depths of her cunt. She reached down and with her 
own hands spread the thrashing cheeks of her ass wide, and gasped with 
pleasure as first one, then two, and finally three, fingers slid deep into 
the sweating depths of her rectum. She began to ride the redhead's fingers 
as she heaved her wetly gushing pussy up to the all-consuming mouth, and her 
hands tangled in the long, dark red hair which was spraying across her naked 
loins. 

And, somewhere in the distance, she heard that cold-cunted Nona yelling at 
somebody not to fight. 

* * * 

They had Nona too. John Stacy, helplessly bound, saw his young, innocent too 
innocent wife held by rough swarthy men as he regained consciousness. His 
vision was blurred as the blood pumped back to his blacked-out brain, and he 
strained without hope against the cutting nylon cord which bound his wrists 
to his ankles tightly up behind his back. He tried to focus his eyes on 
them, tried to speak, but was too weak to say anything. The figures swam and 
dissolved and gradually became clearer. They were holding Nona, two of them 
in strong, professional grips, thumbs and fingers digging into nerve centers 
in her back and neck. 

Her eyes were showing more pain than he knew she should be feeling. The 
holds were numbing and incapacitating, but, for himself, they would not have 
been painful. He knew Nona was not one to cry without reason, yet her wide 
eyes were streaming tears as she looked at him. 

And there was something strange in the look, something that didn't belong in 
this situation. He sensed the pain she felt was coming from inside her 
beautiful young body, not from the grasping fingers that were now beginning 
to roam over her sensitive flesh while the men who held her grinned and 
chuckled. 

Then it came to him she must have heard, maybe even seen, the lewd spectacle 
he had engaged in with that sexy slut Aura Lee. 

And where the hell was Aura Lee? The whoring little bitch! She had provoked 
and tantalized him when he should have been on the alert for trouble. And 
now she, somehow, had hidden herself. 

He knew she couldn't hide forever out on the rising sea, but, for now, she 
was out of it while he and Nona were wrapped up like kittens in a sack, 
waiting to be thrown into a river. He silently cursed her and managed to 
pick out the man he thought must be the leader. 

This was a lean, dark-tanned sandy-haired man with a hawkish profile. 
Stripped to the waist, he showed taut shoulder and belly muscles. His arms 
were not overly large, not heavy muscled, but John Stacy had seen this type 
before. Those long arm muscles would have the strength and resiliency of 
spring steel. His hips were snake-lean. He wore bell-bottom navy dungarees 
cinched tight so the bulge of his genitals was unmistakable. He was barefoot 
apparently his only garment was the sea-faded dungarees. At his waist he 
wore a fighting knife, and over his left shoulder was slung an automatic 
pistol maybe a 9mm Walther in a Berns-Martin holster, the fastest draw you 
could buy anywhere. His fingers were long and slender, suggesting he might 
have the ability to play a piano or violin expertly. He tossed his head, 
making the long, pliant hair spray water, and coolly regarded his captives, 
smiling lewdly as he saw Nona's proud young breasts bared from the efforts 
of her struggle. 

"I am called Mister Lum," he said in a voice which might have been British 
but sounded more to Stacy like those he had heard in Australia ... and, if 
this guy was an Aussie, it meant he would be tough and mean. "The full name 
is Davey Lumbarton, if that means anything." 

"I'll remember that when I order a tombstone for you." 

"What the hell do you want?" Stacy demanded. "You want to steal the Carmen? 
All right, you've got her stolen, but she's a miserable tub. She doesn't 
belong to me ... let me take my wife and the other girl aboard in the life 
raft. . . we'll settle the account when I find you." 

Mister Lum laughed mockingly as he said, "You're right, she is a miserable 
tub. Harry Carp always buys cheap and sells dear. As far as I'm concerned, 
I'd just as soon open the sea-cocks and scuttle her now." 

"You know Harry Carp?" 

"Of course. I know Harry Carp. And he knows me. I take great joy in fucking 
Harry Carp's mind." He puffed the slender cigar and thoughtfully regarded 
the growing ash at the tip. 

"Who wouldn't? Stacy, I have nothing against you or your pretty bride ... we 
hoped to take you without trouble, but you were difficult. In fact, you 
killed a good man with your fist one punch caught him in the throat and 
broke it. Well, no offense taken. We might just get on well if you do what I 
ask." 

"Go piss up a rope." 

"That's not a reasonable attitude," Mister Lum said mildly. "But I didn't 
expect one at first. Now, Harry Carp is a pure prick, which you know. You 
and I are working class, and might do well together. I know your record. I 
will give you what you Yanks call a piece of the action ... if you 
cooperate. As good or better a piece as Harry promised you." 

"I still don't know what the hell you want." 

"I want those charts and notes Aura Lee collected." he dropped the cigar 
stub on the deck and ground it to ashes with his bare, calloused foot, 
seeming not to feel the heat. "Now, let's get to it. I've ten times the boat 
you have. Quite heavily armed. Anything you can do I can do much better. I 
do want those charts." 

"I don't have the charts," John Stacy said truthfully. "Aura Lee gives me 
compass headings, and we turn on the electronics and go ... and that's all." 

"Oh, we've been tracking you, and we pick up your soundings, and you've been 
wandering," Mister Lum said. "Laying a false trail. You haven't enough crew 
to do anything about recovering treasure if you did find any, but we know 
Harry Carp is sending more men." 

"Then go talk to" Harry." 

"We don't have time, Stacy," Mister Lum said, his face now cold. "So we have 
to take you and your wife and get those charts and see if there's anything 
to them. From what Aura Lee was spreading around, there could be." 

"Talk to Aura Lee," Stacy shot back, his blood rising as he saw strange dark 
hands straying over his wife's golden breasts as she was held down on a 
bunk. He could see her cringe at the contact at touches he had been unable 
to make her accept and was filled with rage. "She's aboard somewhere ... go 
find her ... I don't give a damn what you do with her!" 

"Rather a callous attitude from a man who, only an hour ago, was fucking her 
ass-hole and pushing his balls into her cunt and making her like it." 

"You son of a bitch!" Stacy raged. Straining against his bonds on the cabin 
deck of the motorsailer, he managed to catch Nona's eyes. She was pressed 
back against the bulkhead, her young, conical breasts completely naked now, 
her hands tied so she was defenseless as one of the men kneaded the soft, 
throbbing mound and sucked the distended nipple. He could see her belly 
heaving and her pelvis jerking, the soft, golden cunt hairs showing at the 
rim of her shorts, undulating in a way it had never heaved when he had made 
love to her. By God! She was even wet her pussy was flowing with the juices 
of anticipation as the two strange men stroked and caressed and kissed her. 
He saw her lips part to suck on the tongue of the second man as his dark 
fingers slid wantonly up and down the smooth inner flesh of her thighs! 

No, this couldn't be happening. NOT WITH NONA! And yet, in front of his 
unbelieving eyes, it was. 

They were mauling her like an animal, and she was yielding to them, even 
parting her sleek young thighs wider to allow the seeking fingers greater 
access to her warm secret flesh that no one but himself had ever touched 
before. He bellowed, "NONA! NONA!" 

She wrenched her mouth away from the man who was kissing her, bruising her 
soft lips, and her husband saw the long red tongue slide from between them, 
glistening with saliva. She dazedly looked toward him, coughed softly, and 
said in a low voice: 

"I saw you ... doing it to her. I heard it all ... and if I'd had a gun I'd 
have killed myself!" 

Docilely, she opened her mouth to let the delving hot tongue spear between 
her lips again and deep into her throat, sliding wetly over her own tongue, 
twining with it and sucking. She was filled with revulsion at the image of 
what she must look like, unable to escape, tied like a white slave and bent 
to their will. 

If only John had been more alert, more intent on his business ... he might 
have been topside with a rifle to defend her from this terrible sacrilege. 

She realized he was sorry now, but it was too late. He was trussed up like a 
pig at a county fair. And they would use her to make them capitulate yet 
she, herself, knew he could not give them what they wanted. 

Only Aura Lee Talent could do that ... and where was she? 

So they would use her body ... humiliate and degrade her ... maybe she 
wasn't an innocent victim, she probably should have been more yielding and 
eager with her young husband ... but that was all academic now. 

Now all she could feel was the hot tongue spearing into her mouth, the eager 
fingers pulling her shorts down over her buttocks, down her long legs, and 
the hardness of a man's warmly pulsating penis slipping back and forth 
between her thighs. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"For God's sake, leave her alone!" John pleaded as he saw his young, 
beautiful wife being mauled like a street whore. "If you want the maps, find 
Aura Lee she has them stashed somewhere aboard, but neither of us knows 
where!" 

At this the sardonic slender man only laughed before saying, "Stacy, you're 
asking us to believe Harry Carp would outfit you with this boat and turn you 
loose to sail the seven seas with his cunt without you knowing where you 
were going? I know Harry Carp. He'd never trust a woman that much ... 
particularly one like Aura Lee. She's just the kind who'd take his boat and 
money and then hook up with someone like me and go away with the whole 
thing." 

"So find her," Stacy muttered helplessly. He ceased to struggle against his 
bonds, realizing it only made them tighter, the way the knots had been tied. 
His only hope of coming out of this was to free himself in some way. "You 
sons of bitches take your hands off my wife and search this damn tub and 
find Aura Lee ... get it out of her! I won't fight you." He gritted his 
teeth and said, "No matter what you do to me, or to Nona, you're wasting 
your time. And damn it, she's only a kid ... she's not used to this sort of 
thing ... you'll kill her if you keep at her like that!" 

Mister Lum, who was known by no other name because, to his eternal 
mortification, his Quaker missionary parents had given him the names Friend 
Edgar, only grinned lewdly as he looked to the squirming figure of the 
tousled blonde, who was moaning and tossing in what might be agony but 
looked more like suddenly-discovered ecstasy to his experienced eyes. The 
bugging devices he had managed to plant aboard the motorsailer had worked 
well enough to know how much of a cold fish she was with her new husband 
damn, he didn't blame Stacy, a bull of a man for banging Aura Lee when he 
had the chance. 

Now two of his men had Stacy's wife stripped naked, and their hands were 
sliding eagerly over her voluptuous young body, pinching and stroking and 
pressing the soft, full curves of her breasts and her hips and the smooth 
mound of her belly and even caressing the tight, hair-fringed furrow of her 
tight little cunt. He could see she was flowing heavily already, the juices 
running from her pussy in gleaming streaks. 

She was ready to fuck, and the sounds she was making around the 
lewdly-delving spear of the mulatto's tongue said she felt much more desire 
than fear now. He knew something about her that her husband had never 
discovered, and he had first seen her close less than an hour ago. 

This beautiful young cunt wanted to be subjugated, hurt. Not severely hurt, 
but enough to bring out the wildness that was in her and every woman, give 
her an excuse to turn on and really enjoy her body. 

Enjoy her body and men. A lot of men! 

Well, he would arrange it. 

"Manuel! LeRoi!" he called out sharply, his Aussie accent gone now, his 
words cutting like knives, bringing the lust-driven men to an immediate halt 
in their slow ravishment of the young girl. He continued to speak, now in a 
pidgin tongue which to John Stacy sounded somewhat like the Cajun French of 
the Louisiana bayous, but he could only pick up an occasional word, barely 
enough to get the drift of it, but the gestures which accompanied the harsh 
command made the meaning clear. 

The men were to tie Nona across the bunk but leave her genitals easy to 
reach. If Stacy didn't cooperate, they would all fuck her into a mass of 
quivering jelly. And while they were about it, there had to be some liquor 
aboard, and it was long past time for splicing the main brace, so find some. 
There must be good Demerara rum, the near-black 151 proof stuff. And then 
they could search every inch of the stinking, rolling motorsailer and 
produce Aura Lee Talent. 

John Stacy saw, gratefully, that Nona understood only a few of the words and 
gestures. He could do nothing yet to help her through what she was going to 
have to endure, but if it came one thing at a time, and she didn't have to 
anticipate every indignity, it might be easier for her. 

And ten cases of the potent rum were aboard. If they would drink enough of 
it, he might have a chance to free himself and fight them. He felt his 
strength returning. He could not speak to Nona, only plead with his eyes for 
her to endure what was going to happen to her. 

She deliberately looked away from him and wantonly wriggled her naked young 
body at her captors. 

Nona trembled in excitement and fear as the two men stretched her face down 
over the bunk, pinioning her wrists and ankles. She cried silently, 
wondering if she should blame herself for this predicament. If she had been 
the woman her husband wanted he wouldn't have-wouldn't have fucked! Aura Lee 
in such a loathsome way, putting his penis into her anus and even his balls 
into her vagina! And if that had not happened, he might have been topside 
and somehow prevented all this, although she didn't see how it might really 
have been possible. There were too many of them. She thought of how she must 
look, naked and manhandled by these half-civilized brutes, subject to 
anything they might think of to do with her, and the vision brought an 
involuntary twinge of anticipatory pleasure deep in her loins even as she 
tried to struggle free of their lust-hot hands. 

Lengths of quarter-inch nylon line bound her wrists and ankles. Straining, 
she found the knots only became tighter when she fought them. She had been 
given enough rope so she could get to her knees on the bunk, and onto her 
elbows. But to strive for more freedom of movement only brought pain and the 
numbness of her blood circulation being cut off. 

And the tall, lean man called Mister Lum was playing with her 
helplessly-restrained body now, his fingers moving over her quaking flesh, 
testing it, tweaking the nipples of her full firm breasts as they swayed 
heavily beneath her heaving torso, setting her on fire with his mere touch. 

She wept to think that if she had to be degraded this way, it was a 
stranger, not her husband, who would do it to her! 

"By God! I never saw such a beautiful ass!" Mister Lum said, as the others 
left her and he moved close to finger her helpless body. He grinned lewdly 
over at John Stacy and said, "I'm going to do you a big favor. I know how 
cold this one is. I'm going to fuck her so crazy she'll beg for cock anyway 
she can get it in the future ... and then, if you don't give trouble, I'll 
let you have her back. She'll be the wildest fuck you can imagine!" 

John Stacy's face went scarlet with rage as he watched Mister Lum peel his 
tight-fitting dungarees down over his lean hips. His long thick cock sprang 
out and he kicked the pants away and moved, entirely naked, to the head of 
the bunk, his fingers peeling the thick foreskin over the bulbous head of 
the massive penis. He knew this Mister Lum had been in some rough places, 
probably Singapore and Hong Kong and Manila and Panama, where women were 
treated as meat, subjected to all kinds of abominations by seamen from all 
over the world. 

And Stacy knew they came to like it after a time. 

Could that happen with his nearly-virginal wife? 

Nona cringed as she strained against her bonds and saw nothing but the 
immense length of Mister Lum's pulsating penis and the heavy, sperm-bloated 
sac of his testicles swinging below it. She'd thought John's organ was big 
had felt it almost split her straining body when he entered her tight 
virginal cunt the first time-but this was much more! Or at least it looked 
that way, possibly because Mister Lum was so much thinner that his long hard 
penis appeared out of proportion. 

"Would you like to taste it, little lady?" 

"Please ... nooooo..." Nona moaned, turning her beautiful young face away 
from the obscene instrument that glistened with pre-seminal fluid. She had 
heard that some girls actually took the things into their mouths, but ... it 
was filthy, unthinkable! 

Her huge eyes flooded with tears, and she looked at him with all the begging 
she could muster, now forgetting the obscene kneeling posture they had bound 
her into, only wanting to get that terrible shaft of male flesh away from 
her lips. She thought she could endure it if her helpless body was raped. 
John would understand that she had no choice. But to have John see the 
massive deep-red mushroom-shaped head of this thing going into her lips ... 
she would rather die! Even as she thought this, she realized they had left 
her no way to kill herself. The eagerly pulsing cock moved closer to her 
mouth, and now Mister Lum's hand was firmly grasping the tousled blonde mass 
of her hair, twisting and hurting, tilting her tear-stained face up to his 
loins. She moaned, "Please, Noooo ... I've never hurt you, whoever you are! 
Don't make me do something so filthy!" 

"Little girl, there are a lot less germs on a nice clean cock than in any 
mouth you've ever kissed," Mister Lum said calmly, almost kindly, as he 
looked down at his helpless prey. "Now, if I teach you, you can do it for 
Stacy, and he'll like that. Why do you think he was fucking Aura Lee? With a 
beautiful wife like you, he'd never look at her if you were anything like a 
wife should be. Now, you'll like it..." 

"Aaaaauuuggghhh!" Nona moaned, trying to twist her face away from the thick 
rigid staff. "Nooooo..." 

But Mister Lum held her head in a grip she couldn't escape. Tauntingly, he 
moved his hard-muscled pelvis in front of her, and Nona realized she could 
not close her eyes she had to keep looking at his massive erection. 

She felt it rub against her cheeks, and, surprisingly, the blood-engorged 
head was velvet-soft against the tear-streaked cheeks of her young face. The 
lean man pressed forward and she could feel his heartbeat surge through the 
length of it and the staff itself was iron-hard! And so hot! 

The wet tip moved over her cheeks, even touched her tear-blinded eyes, and 
then down under her throat and probed the delicate sculpture of her ears. 
Helpless and degraded as she was, tied so there was no escape, and knowing 
her husband of only a couple of weeks 

whatever his faults was being forced to watch her humiliation, Nona felt the 
masochistic fire begin to flare deep in her loins. It was something she 
didn't want but couldn't help. 

She was aware only of the strong hand pulling her head by her long, silken 
hair, and the burning length of that thick throbbing penis tantalizing her 
face. 

Her nostrils flared as she gasped for breath, and all she smelled was the 
man-scent of him. Rich and heady, a musk which fired her body with desire. 

As though hypnotized, she saw the lust-swollen head of his penis moving to 
her lips. 

"No, no, no, no, no, noooooo ... " she pleaded in a whisper. 

And then the bulbous head was brushing over her tightly closed lips and the 
heavy sweet scent of it filled her flaring nostrils. She moaned as, 
involuntarily, her tongue crept out of her saliva-filled mouth and licked 
away the one drop of clear whitish fluid standing like a tiny seed pearl on 
the head of his cock. It was salty and pungent. 

Against her will, she licked again, plunging the tip of her tongue into the 
slit from which it had come. Suddenly, the madness that had threatened to 
engulf her sensibilities overwhelmed her. 

Ovalling her lips over her small white teeth, she encircled the throbbing 
glans, eagerly drawing it toward her as the lean man moved a fraction of an 
inch, grinning lewdly as he realized her surrender. He eased his tight, 
painful grip on her long hair enough so her head could move. 

"Oooohhhhhhh!! ! ! " the captivated girl moaned as her wetly rounded lips 
slid lower on the thick staff until the entire head of Mister Lum's penis 
was in her mouth and she could run the tip of her tongue around the ridge of 
it and lick away the excitement which accumulated under his loose foreskin. 

Nona wished her hands were free. She wanted to fondle his maleness, pump it, 
feel the hot weight of his balls just as with her lips and tongue she could 
feel his heartbeat running the incredible length of his cock. She knew her 
husband was watching all this, but she could no longer care. It was his 
fault they were in this position ... why shouldn't she enjoy herself in a 
way he had never been man enough to teach her? 

Urgently she sucked, drawing Mister Lum's cock deeper and deeper into her 
hot hungry mouth. 

The long hard length of his penis slid along her swirling tongue and deep 
into her throat, and Nona sucked voraciously, her cheeks hollowing and 
expanding with each bobbing motion of her head, her lips contorting as if 
she had been born and trained for this one task alone. She knew what would 
happen in time. He would explode the hot, sweet semen from his heavy balls 
into her gulping mouth and maybe it would choke her. 

Well, in what she knew was a moment of madness, this was what she wanted! 

She would at least get back at John for what he had done with Aura Lee! 

"I knew she'd be a beautiful cocksucker!" Mister Lum said triumphantly, 
grinning at John Stacy, who was too sick at the thought of what he had 
caused to watch his wife doing this ... blowing another man so eagerly while 
she was tied like a slave. "She loves it! Watch this!" 

Without warning he pulled away from the warm wet mouth that was devouring 
his penis. 

"Oooohhhhhh!! ! Nooooo!! ! " Nona moaned, her lips puckering, her tongue 
flicking out, her entire body straining toward the male loins so 
tantalizingly close. Her dark eyes blinked as she gasped, "My mouth ... my 
mouth ... fill my mouth!" 

As if he was doing her a favor, Mister Lum slowly guided the 
saliva-glistening head of his cock between the now-yearning lips and moved 
over the bunk so Nona could freely move her head to engulf him entirely. 

Even he was astounded by the ravenous hunger of her lips. He saw them 
peeling back on each upstroke, showing the soft inner flesh of her mouth, 
and felt her wildly-swirling tongue sliding up and down the thick mass of 
his cock, heard her gulp for air and then drive her beautiful face down to 
the base of his rampant staff again, until her rounded lips were buried in 
his wiry pubic hair. 

"Ooooooh, what a beautiful cocksucker!" he groaned, and began to fuck wildly 
into her mouth. "Suck me, baby ... suck!! " 

"Ummmmmm ... ahhhhhhhh..." she gasped around the thick, iron-hard staff 
buried to the hilt in her wetly burning lips. Nona knew what was about to 
happen. Once she had thought it the most obscene, vile thing imaginable. But 
now she wanted nothing but for this ... this pirate who had made a slave of 
her, to pump his hot, sweet cum into her mouth, to fill her belly with it, 
and to hell with what John thought. If John had been a man, he would have 
taught her to do this the first night! For a moment she took her straining 
lips away from the huge cock-head and looked with blurred vision up at the 
lewdly grinning man. She hated him for what he had made her into ... and she 
needed him. "Cum ... cum ... oh, cummmmmm..." 

Her soft lips oval ling widely, she dropped her beautiful face over his 
loins again, sucking furiously, using her tongue in ways she had never 
before imagined possible. 

And then she felt it happening. He was going to cum in her yearning mouth! 

Her eyes narrowed to slits, Nona saw his sperm-filled balls tighten up to 
his groin, and then his fleshy shaft was ballooning inside her cheeks, the 
head of his massively pulsating cock becoming immense, ballooning until she 
thought she would choke as she strained to suck it deep into her throat. His 
heartbeat, as felt through his penis, speeded up until she thought he might 
die from the excitement. 

And then, through the thick tube on the underside of his throbbing penis, 
she felt the first heated jets of sperm boil from his loins. 

It gushed and squirted into her avidly-sucking mouth, filling her cheeks, 
hot and salty and so pungent and rich all maleness and she eagerly tried to 
swallow it and keep sucking as each succeeding gush spurted between her 
lips. 

Her throat burned with the alien taste of it. She could feel it all the way 
to her belly and, her lips tight around his wildly jerking cock, she moaned 
and wished that someone would fill her cunt now ... it would be so wonderful 
to have a long hard penis in her love-starved pussy too while one fucked her 
tortured mouth. But there was no one... 

She sucked and swallowed and, still unable to free her hands, slavishly 
licked at the slowly-softening penis until Mister Lum pulled back from her 
mouth, grinning. 

A thin string of viscous white cum trailed from her tongue to the end of his 
wetly glistening cock. 

"Oooohhhhhhhhh ... " Nona moaned, bending forward as far as she could, her 
tongue outstretched. 

With a grin, Mister Lum brought his genitals close enough for Nona to 
eagerly lick every taste of his sperm from them. He reached out with his 
slender fingers and almost kindly tousled her hair. 

"I knew you'd like sucking cocks," he said in lewd triumph. "That's how you 
really get to know a man. like you've never known your husband. Would you 
like to suck his prick?" 

"Oh, God!" Nona mumbled. She could not bear to look at John, but she was 
still so sensually aroused that she could not help answer the obscene 
question either. "Yes ... oh, YES!" 

"If he tells us what we want to know, we might let you get to him. Not all 
the way in your mouth, but you can use your tongue and lips on the head of 
his cock, and after what you learned with me, if you play with him that way 
long enough, it should make him cum," Mister Lum said. As though he had 
forgotten important business, the lean man shouted, "Manuel LeRoi! You find 
that Aura Lee yet?" 

Feet slapped on the decking and the two, who had been watching through a 
porthole, appeared, their faces stretched with lewd grins. Mister Lum was 
plain murder, but he always let a deckhand have a piece of the action. 

"Noa, Mista Lum, damn if we kin find her," LeRoi said, his dark face 
half-apologetic, half-blooded with anticipation of what he might do to the 
beautiful young blonde girl. "We looked every place, and she not in any. She 
maybe took a swim." 

"That fucking cunt? Where would she swim to, you dumb son of a bitch?" 

"Mista Lum, no place she could-likely swim to escept to our boat." 

"That fucking Vallie!" Mister Lum shouted. "The lesbian bitch has done it to 
us! Aura Lee took a dive and Vallie found her, and by now she's got Aura Lee 
tongue-fucked out of her mind! Cunt, cunt, cunt! Why do I keep getting 
tangled up with CUNT!! ! ! " 

"You seemed to be enjoyin' it a few minutes ago," LeRoi said slyly, looking 
at, the now ashamedly weeping form of Nona, who was softly sobbing even as 
her tongue licked the last drops of Mister Lum's cum from her lips. "You 
want we should go look on our boat for this Aura Lee?" 

"Wait one," Mister Lum said, again in control of himself. He looked at John 
Stacy without mercy and said, "You see what your bride is? A beautiful 
cocksucker! Now that I've educated her so she may be some use to you in the 
future, it would seem only reasonable that you would help me find the 
charts." 

"You're a dead man," John Stacy said. He spaced the words far apart. 

"Not very sporting," said Mister Lum. He looked at the two men who stood 
eagerly waiting his next order. He knew they wanted the young blonde wife, 
and he knew she was ready for them, ready for anything they could devise. 

Damn, but she was hot! If Stacy had balls, he'd have found out how hot she 
was! Stacy had balls for fighting, but not for women, Mister Lum reflected. 

A woman could tip him right over on his ass! Just like that hot little bitch 
of a wife and tart crazy cunt Aura Lee had both done! 

Mister Lum thought for a moment. It was possible Stacy didn't have the damn 
charts, and didn't know where Aura Lee had stashed them. He knew of Aura 
Lee. She would go whichever way the wind blew. He knew Harry Carp. Harry 
Carp was one rugged bastard, but Harry had more important business elsewhere 
at the moment. And Harry was not unreasonable. If he, Friend Edgar Lum 
barton, ripped off this whole cheap-ass operation and managed to find the 
damn treasure and there sure as hell was some waiting down there for the 
first guy with a hydraulic dredge Harry would be satisfied with a split of 
the profits. 

So, from the practical angle, get the two cunts working against each other 
and both of them working for him, whether they knew it or not. 

Aura Lee had split, and like the mulatto said, the only place she could have 
gone was to the big boat. So she was with Vallie, for better or worse. 

Well, Vallie had a lot going for her. Queer as shit, but she could handle 
women, which was the only reason he had her aboard. 

He had never been able to understand Vallie. 

She was the wildest, most imaginative fucking he had ever found. She turned 
onto a cock in her cunt or her anus or her mouth, turned on to whips, to 
dogs ... everything! 

And she wasn't faking it. 

No way she faked. He knew women well enough. And he knew Vallie would spit 
on the best cock in the world to walk off with some shop girl who probably 
hadn't changed her panties for a week. 

He made up his mind. He would go to the other boat and find out just what 
was going on. Meanwhile, Manuel and LeRoi would watch things here. He turned 
to the still-straining John Stacy and spoke calmly, knowing he was going to 
have to teach the infuriated son of a bitch who was boss. 

"I can keep these animals away from your wife. But you have to give me what 
I want," Lum said. 

"You bastard! I can I give it to you!" 

"Fuck her," Mister Lum said to the two eager dark men. "But save her 
ass-hole for me. I'm going to find Aura Lee, and you can have her anyway. 

"Kin I make her suck?" Manuel asked. "She loves to suck. Just put it where 
she can reach it." 

The dark-skinned men began to laugh as they shed their clothes, and then 
LeRoi called out, "Could use a drink, Mista Lum!" 

"You want a drink, go look for one. There must be some aboard this bucket." 

Sick with remorse at her own lewdness, knowing her husband lay helpless only 
a few feet away, Nona watched the big dark-skinned man peel back the thick 
foreskin of his lust-hardened penis. 

Unable to free herself, the naked young wife obediently opened her mouth. As 
soon as the bulbous head passed her quivering lips, she sucked. 

And in less than five seconds, she forgot its color, forgot everything 
except the masochistic pleasure of her degraded position. 

"Gawd, she sure do like the taste of cock," the one called LeRoi said as he 
watched Manuel's thick penis sliding wetly in and out of Nona's mouth. 
Manuel was teasing her, pulling it back so only the tip touched her wetly 
slavering lips. Nona groaned in frustration and strained forward to reach 
the mushroom-shaped head and as the dark man moved toward her, her mouth 
ovaled urgently to lock around the ridge of the glans like an elastic band. 
"Don' cum yet make her work for it! I'll go find us somethin' to drink. Way 
she's doin' you, I dunno whether to fuck her or let her suck me too!" 

"Brotha, this white gal get through emptyin' my cock, her belly gonna be so 
full look like she swallow watermelon no place for you to dump yo load! Bes' 
you fuck her ... but get that rum, man!" 

With a chuckle of anticipation, LeRoi went in search of the rum. John Stacy 
felt a hatred he never thought possible building in him ... a hatred for 
these men, and now for Nona, who was worse than any whore he had ever seen 
as she eagerly sucked on the long, dark cock deeply buried in her mouth that 
had been virginal until such a short time ago. 

He vowed he would kill them all, somehow. He would get himself free and kill 
them all with his bare hands, put his fingers around their throats and 
slowly, painfully strangle them. But there was no way he could do it yet. He 
had to endure this and wait his chance... 

"Man, this is one floatin' rum bucket!" 

LeRoi was back, carrying a half-dozen quarts of nearly black Jamaican rum. 
He put all but one on the empty bunk, and from that one he pried the cork 
and drank deeply before passing it to his friend. Manuel, without taking his 
rigidly pistoning cock from the girl's sucking mouth, gulped the fiery 
liquid down like it was lemonade while Nona's head bobbed hungrily over his 
loins. He said, "Hey, pretty woman, you want a little taste?" 

Her lips urgently sluicing up and down the length of his rampant staff, Nona 
shook her head, feeling the hot pulsing thickness of him roll on her tongue. 
She continued to suck, wanting him to cum, fill her mouth and scald her 
throat with his semen, bloat her clenching belly. Just the thought of how 
depraved she must appear to the men excited her, and she felt herself 
actually beginning to cum, her liquid passion seeping from the flowering 
lips of her wetly throbbing cunt. From the corner of her eyes she could see 
LeRoi grinning lewdly, and the tortured, rage-contorted face of the young 
husband she was so wantonly betraying. She wished she could die ... felt she 
deserved to die ... yet she couldn't help herself. She wanted a penis in her 
pussy and one in her mouth at the same time. Abruptly, she lifted her 
voracious mouth from the hot thick spear of dark flesh and mumbled her plea 
in an almost drugged voice. 

"Fuck me!" she begged. The massive length of LeRoi's penis swayed inches 
from her big, dark eyes. "Stick yourself in me! NOW!! ! ! " 

"Gawd, girl, you sure beg for cock!" LeRoi said, hardly believing what he 
heard. "You so pretty, I do even better!" 

He moved to crawl onto the bunk behind the naked young wife, jerking her 
hips high, pressing her knees apart cruelly with his muscular thighs. The 
slender, blonde-fringed lips of her cunt flexed and beckoned urgently. 
Slowly he took his rigid manhood in hand and rubbed the bulbous tip up and 
down the soft, wetly heated furrow of her flesh, hearing her moan 
ecstatically around the penis that was now once again sliding deep into her 
throat until Manuel's heavy, hairy balls were brushing her lust-contorted 
face. She wanted it he had never known a woman to want to be fucked so much, 
and the women of the tropics were hot as any you could find but this 
beautiful blonde girl was something he had never imagined even in his 
wildest, lewdest dreams. 

LeRoi was not by nature a cruel man, although he had killed so far as he 
could remember, twenty-seven men, and castrated at least another dozen, but 
that was business. And there were times when nothing improved a woman so 
much as being beaten to a pulp. 

But this one didn't deserve a beating. She needed a good, wild fuck. And 
there was nothing greater than fucking a woman into soft, pliable putty, 
making her beg and scream for more and more and more until she just passed 
out from pure pleasure and exhaustion. 

Now Nona was squirming and moaning and rolling her smooth fleshy ass-cheeks 
around, rocking back even as Manuel's cock plunged deep into her 
urgently-sucking mouth. "Damn", he called out, "but her tiny little ass-hole 
sure look nice!" That's what he really wanted to sink his throbbing cock 
into, but Mista Lum had told him he wanted it saved, and if you fucked with 
Mista Lum, you were good as dead! 

Well, there was still a hell of a lot more cock-begging flesh to take care 
of! LeRoi pressed forward until the lust-gorged head of his penis slipped 
between the tender lips of the tight blonde pussy. The heated flesh seemed 
to be sucking his long hard thickness deep into its depths, and he heard 
Nona sigh with pleasure at just this little bit of cock. How would it be 
when he finally put all the whole thing in her! Man, she would scream! 

But she'd have to wait, because he had a real treat in store for her. 

He picked up the bottle and drank deeply, rolling the burning rum around on 
his tongue. Then he drew back and with his big dark hands pulled her 
trembling ass-cheeks apart, and his thumbs spread the pulsing lips of her 
lust-swollen cunt open. His eyes feasted on the coral-hued inner flesh until 
he could no longer stand the temptation. 

With a moan of anticipation, he plunged his face down between her quaking 
thighs, his long, red tongue wetly sliding up and down the hair-lined pink 
furrow, tasting her, licking her succulent pussy juice away. He heard her 
moan and felt her taut buttocks grind wantonly back against his dark face. 
She trembled uncontrollably, her entire nakedly kneeling body jerking 
against her bounds, her smooth white belly spasming, the jiggling mounds of 
her proud young breasts swaying as the nipples became even harder and 
longer. With his elbows, LeRoi pressed her straining thighs even farther 
apart and fucked his tongue deep into her heatedly twitching cuntal passage, 
working the tip like a snake works its tongue. 

Damn! Nobody ate her pussy before! he realized suddenly. And this sure is 
eatin' pussy! 

Somewhere close by he could hear John Stacy screaming obscenities and 
threats at him. LeRoi pulled his wet face away from the deliciously pulsing 
cunt for a moment and grinned. 

"Man, I do you big favor. This one sweet wife you got. Me an' Manuel tumin' 
her into a woman fo yuh!" 

He took a mouthful of the potent rum. It burned even his experienced tongue. 
Then, his cheeks bloated, he bent to the girl's wetly gaping vagina and 
slowly spread her pussy-lips again. 

His thick-lipped mouth closed over their sweetness and, with a well-learned 
skill, he squirted the rum into the deepest depths of her cunt. 

"Aaaaauuuggghhhh!! ! " Nona cried out, her head jerking away from the cock 
she had been so eagerly sucking. Liquid fire was spreading through her 
belly! She had never felt anything like this in her life! It burned, and the 
tongue which swirled it around her tender cuntal flesh was driving her mad! 
The tongue was fucking in and out of her like a snake, arousing every 
nerve-end, and she knew now she was hopelessly lost. 

Then the tongue slipped from her, and an instant later she felt the thick 
rigid penis of the man called LeRoi rip into the flexing lips of her fiery 
pussy, sending great waves of tender pink flesh ahead of it as it rammed up 
into her rum-filled cunt with one smooth stroke. His sperm-laden balls 
slapped against her widespread ass-cheeks and against her distended 
clitoris. 

"Oooohhhhhhh! My God!" she cried. 

She could feel the hot rum sluicing from her widely-distended cunt as the 
big man gripped her churning hips tight in his hard seaman's hands and began 
to fuck deeply up into her. With each stroke, the bulbous head of his 
rampant cock smacked further into the mouth of her womb. Oh God! It was 
horrible ... it was heavenly. Nothing had ever felt so insanely pleasurable 
before. And as she gasped in lewd delight, Manuel's hands caught the young 
blonde wife's head and pulled it toward his loins again, and plunged his 
thick straining penis deep into her willing throat. 

It felt as if her hotly throbbing cunt was on fire ... and she wanted it to 
go on and on until they both spewed their sperm into the different ends of 
her defenseless body. Nona sucked with her lips and cheeks and slavishly ran 
her tongue around the rigidly pulsing cock in her mouth, trying not to lose 
an instant of the wild sensation she was feeling as her cunt was so hotly 
filled. They buffeted her naked form back and forth between them. As she 
rocked forward, the thick penis between her lips slid so deeply into the hot 
cavern of her mouth and throat that she almost choked. And as the strong 
hands gripping her wantonly grinding buttocks pulled her back, she felt the 
other rod of hard male flesh plunge mercilessly into her grateful cunt. 

She had no idea of how long the two sailors used her before, at the same 
time, she felt both cocks swelling, ballooning in her mouth and pussy, and 
she knew they were going to cum, to finally fill and reward her. Urgently 
she drew on the thick pole of flesh between her lips, and experimentally 
clamped her internal muscles down on the one boring relentlessly into her 
vagina from behind as she gyrated her buttocks in completely abandonment and 
humped back, wanting to have every inch of the rampant maleness inside her. 

The two wildly jerking cocks began to ejaculate simultaneously. 

Hot spuming cum gushed into her voraciously sucking mouth, and she gulped it 
down eagerly, feeling it coat her throat and building into a great 
shimmering pool of bliss in her rippling belly. And then, as LeRoi wildly 
jackhammered into her wide-stretched pussy, another flood of sperm spewed 
into her expanded cuntal passage hot, but still cooling to her brutalized 
flesh after the burning rum. Nona knelt in eager subservience between the 
two swarthy men, her lips still tightly locked around the deflating cock in 
her mouth, her tight little pussy convulsing in orgasm as she drained every 
bit of sperm from LeRoi. Her mind was a blur as her nakedly kneeling body 
quaked with the wild, mindlessly beautiful climax their cumming had 
triggered in her. Dimly she could hear John's enraged voice, but couldn't 
make out the words. 

She knew he must hate her, hate her for responding to these two strange 
sailors when she'd never responded to him. She hated herself for being the 
most wanton slut imaginable. The only consoling thought was that if he 
hadn't been busy sodomizing Aura Lee, none of this might have ever happened. 

"Don' believe we got to keep this li'l lady tied," LeRoi said. "She seem 
right happy, long as we still got cock and the balls to use cock." He looked 
over at the wildly struggling husband and laughed. 

"How about that, jole blon?" 

Nona looked at the two. She told herself they were not educated men that 
they would have used any woman as they had used her. The savage lust which 
had earlier gripped her was fading now; and she admitted to herself that she 
had been as bad, or worse, than Manuel and LeRoi. She could not have fought 
them, but she had enjoyed what they did to her, enjoyed humiliating John 
because of what he had done with Aura Lee. And the pleasure had been 
undeniably fantastic! Her perspective returned. She began to think 
rationally again, and make plans. 

"I won't make trouble," she said. She smiled with lips which still glistened 
with semen, and tasted it in her mouth. "I can't go very far anyway. And I 
can fuck better with my hands and legs free." 

"You no-good cocksucking whore!" John screamed. His face was black with rage 
and he struggled futilely against his bonds. "So goddamn pure with me, but 
the minute you get a chance to suck mulatto cock..." 

Even as he spoke, the two were freeing her. Nona slid from the bunk, feeling 
the rum and cum ooze down the inside of her wearily trembling thighs. 

She let John rave on like a madman while she rubbed circulation back into 
her limbs. She saw one rum bottle was already empty, and that Manuel and 
LeRoi were showing signs of both the fiery liquid and their use of her body. 
She tried to open a second bottle as John continued his tirade. LeRoi pulled 
the cork with his teeth and handed her the flask. She drank, gagging at the 
taste of the stuff, and then passed it to the two dark men. 

Each tipped it straight up and by the time it was handed back to her, Nona 
saw it was already half empty. They were a bit unsteady on their feet as the 
motorsailer rose and fell on a sea which was beginning to get choppy. Naked, 
she carried the bottle to the far end of the big cabin, where there was a 
water tap. She found a glass and mixed a weak drink and sipped it as LeRoi 
came up to drink from the neck of the bottle again. 

She reached down and fondled his long flaccid penis. Within seconds it began 
getting hard again! 

"You cock-sucking whore!" John Stacy shouted, then spat in her direction. 

"I don't like what my husband's calling me," she said. 

"No way to speak to a lady." 

With a swift motion, one sharp flick of the wrist, Nona smashed the bottle 
and with a scream flung herself at John Stacy. Although they had been 
drinking, both LeRoi and Manuel blocked her, grabbing her nakedly struggling 
body while she yelled curses at John which she had never in her life thought 
she would utter. 

Even as they grasped her, she flung the jagged neck of the bottle at the 
helplessly-bound figure of her husband. The sharp glass slid across the deck 
and lodged under his body and she saw a thin trickle of blood begin to 
spread. 

With her dark eyes, she tried to send a message. 

And then she surrendered to the strength of the two sailors. 

"He fucked Aura Lee in the ass," she gasped. "Put his prick in her ass and 
even his balls in her cunt! I HATE HIM!! ! " 

"Hey, jole blon, cool it, huh?" LeRoi said. "We wasn't hired to referee 
family fights." 

"We haven't been married a month ... and he does something like that!" Nona 
made herself say. "I should be enough woman for him! But NO!" Slowly they 
let her feet touch the deck again and she stood unsupported, but still 
restrained by their strong hands. They thought they had a madwoman to deal 
with. She tossed her pale mane of hair and said, "What's this 'jole blon' 
you call me?" 

"Cajun ... Cajun French," LeRoi said. "Means like pretty blonde gal." 

"Oh," she said. Her face brightened. It was now time to play her wild card. 
She forced herself to reach out and touch their now-growing cocks, rubbing 
them and pumping and squeezing the hot, hardening flesh, looking down to see 
the thick foreskins rolling back and forth over the burgeoning heads. They 
were becoming iron-hard under the touch of her delicate, slim fingers. She 
looked into their eyes and saw the lust rising, and she said seductively, 
"I'm glad somebody knows I'm a woman." 

"For a white gal, you one hell of a woman," Manuel said. 

'Then let's go fuck some more," Nona said, her voice husky. Her blonde hair 
swirled as she glanced at the bleeding form of her husband. "But not with 
that watching ... let's go to the master cabin, where there's a big bed. I 
want you to show me every way there is to fuck! Three of us together!" 

"I got a gopher snake give you one hell of a trip jole blon," LeRoi said 
with a gleaming grin. 

"But he outa town. Hell, les go! That white boy there goin' nowhere! Manny, 
you tote the rum." 

* * * 

Slowly, John Stacy worked the sharp-edged neck of the bottle around until he 
could hold it between his heels and saw at the cords which bound his wrists. 

He had seen Nona's eyes, but had not been able to read all they tried to 
tell him. 

He was sure she hadn't intended to kill him with the shattered bottle, that 
she had given it to him for a weapon. 

And she would sacrifice herself while he found a way to use it. Maybe she 
wasn't the bitch he thought, but she hadn't been play-acting with the two 
mulattos or with Mister Lum. No sir, that was pure slut ... and goddammit, 
he'd never been able to get her to respond that way to him. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Aura Lee Talent lay back, her long sleek thighs spread around the face of 
Vallie while the redhead's spearing tongue surged deep into her ecstatically 
flexing pussy and she matched her own body motions to those of the sea. 

"Oh, goddamn!" she groaned. "I'm cumming again!" 

Her hands grabbed at the delving head and pulled Vallie tight up to her 
wetly burning pussy and she luxuriated in the tantalizing touch of the other 
woman's velvet-like tongue. The flood of cum gushed from her cunt and she 
felt it being licked away. She let the convulsive waves of sensual arousal 
pass and then pried the beautiful redhead away from her wide-splayed loins. 

"No more ... no more..." she whispered. "I can't take it." 

"No man ever did anything like that for you." 

"No." 

Vallie slid up and pressed her cum-smeared mouth down on Aura Lee's, and her 
tongue moved between the brunette's parted lips. She sucked Aura Lee's 
tongue until the dark-haired beauty was writhing again and crying out softly 
in passion. And then she broke the contact and looked down at her as she 
spoke. 

"Tell me the truth ... just between us ... what do you want most right now? 
Really, most, dear." 

It took some time for the sex-hardened Aura Lee to respond. She had to face 
her own suddenly-realized desires. She had never had sex with a woman 
before, although she had done everything she could imagine with men. 

"I want to taste you!" she cried out. 

She tried to slide down on the bunk, get her face between the slender, 
tanned thighs of the voluptuous redhead, but hands with strength which 
surprised her held her back inches from the pink-fleshed cunt that smelled 
so sweet, and she could see it moistly glistening with delicious fluids. 
Vallie was pulling her up again, nuzzling and kissing her even as she tried 
again to get between the scissoring thighs of the redhead. 

"That will be nice ... if you're nice," Vallie said, her tongue probing the 
delicate sculpting of Aura Lee's ear. "But we have to do it my way. Mister 
Lum wants those charts and notes. If you want me, give them to him ... he'll 
see you get your share of whatever we find. He'll treat you a helluva lot 
better than Harry Carp." 

Slowly, tantalizing, she kissed Aura Lee fully on her sensuous lips, her 
tongue probing, raising passion. She stroked the younger girl's body slowly. 
"And you will have me, and I will have you, and we'll have all we need to go 
off and live, just the two of us. I know men have hurt you ... they hurt me, 
but I still dig the bastards once in awhile. And I use them like they use 
me. 

But to have a girl like you..." 

"I don't want to be a lesbian!" Aura Lee moaned. 

"You don't?" Vallie moved on the bunk, opening her long beautiful legs wide 
in invitation. The scent of her warmly perfumed cunt filled the air. "Taste 
me!" 

Aura Lee tried to fight her unnatural desire, but her mental struggle lasted 
only seconds. With a low groan of hunger, she yielded. Panting, she dropped 
between the widespread thighs of the redhead, her tongue seeking the fleshy 
furrow of the cuntal slit. It burrowed into the other girl's wetly heated 
vaginal lips, found the delicious female fluids inside them, licking avidly, 
and then slid up to the hardened button of Vallie's erect little clitoris. 
She felt velvet thighs close around her face, and the heaving of the 
redhead's belly as she tentatively licked and found how to draw the cuntal 
lips into her mouth and suck even more juice from them ... and eager hands 
were moving over her head, tangling fingers in her hair. The tip of her 
tongue found the tight vaginal opening and slid far up it and she tasted and 
sucked furiously, her nose buried in the warm furrow of wet flesh. With her 
ardent hands she kneaded the soft white globes of Vallie's thrashing 
buttocks, and because Vallie's thighs were pressed so tight around her ears 
she could hardly hear the auburn-haired beauty's words, although she was 
screaming. 

"I said a TASTE! But eat me, oooooohhh, eat, eat, eat, meeee ... Oh, damn, 
keep licking, you beautiful darling ... and FUCK MISTER 

LUM! FUCK HARRY CARP! FUCK EVERYBODY! EATMEEE!" 

Vallie's pewter-glistening cum was spilling from her wildly spasming cunt 
even as John Stacy laboriously sawed at his bonds on the other boat with the 
neck of the broken bottle. 

In the next cabin, he could hear his young bride cry out in pleasure as the 
two mulatto sailors fucked her. 

He would kill them all in time, these men who had turned his wife into such 
a wanton whore, John Stacy promised himself as he worked on the ropes. He 
might kill her too, but he knew he had to do it all just right or the 
authorities would be swarming on him like sharks. There was no mistaking the 
mind-reeling fact that his virginal Nona had, whether against her will or 
not, enjoyed the lewd subjugation they forced on her. 

Yet he was man enough to realize that it might be only hysterical reaction 
to having seen him obscenely screwing Aura Lee in the ass ... so he could 
not entirely blame Nona. And at least she had made it possible for him to 
escape. 

The cords binding his wrists yielded to the sharp glass, and it was only 
moments before he freed his ankles and stood, rubbing the circulation into 
his limbs. He tried to shut his ears against the obscene sounds of 
uninhibited passion coming from the big cabin. Moving silently, he slipped 
aft to the galley and armed himself with a knife, then padded to the door of 
the master cabin. 

It was ajar about two inches, and he was able to see in without being seen. 
The action and situation stopped his advance instantly. 

Squirming wildly on the bed, his blonde wife was arching her back and crying 
out still another sexual completion while LeRoi furiously pumped his long 
thick cock into her wetly clasping cunt. Her long, smooth legs were wrapped 
tightly around his back in unmistakable desire and her fingernails were 
gouging blood trails of passion in his lean back as he labored over her. The 
cords of her neck and wide-splayed thighs stood out like steel cables as she 
furiously fucked up, sliding her lubricious cunt-mouth along the 
wetly-shining cock that plunged deep into her hot flesh, and in that instant 
John Stacy saw LeRoi jerk and his entire body shake as he shot his hot 
churning sperm up into the quaking belly of the impaled young blonde. Thick 
streams of their mingled cum squirted from the grasping lips of his wife's 
pussy as the nakedly entwined figures collapsed, spent, on the bed. Her head 
rolled on the pillow, pale hair tangled, and when her eyes opened, they were 
glazed, unseeing. 

"Fuck me some more," Nona mumbled. 

"I just fucked out now, but Manny here he take care of you," LeRoi mumbled 
as he pulled away from her, his softening penis slipping from her clutching 
pussy with a wet, sluicing sound, leaving a string of cum on the sheets. 
"Lookit that dong, he got all ready jus' fo you, honey jole blon!" 

Nona's all-too-apparent desire for more cock was one of the factors which 
stopped John Stacy from bursting into the cabin and wielding his knife, 
plunging it into their stinking bodies. He had to find out if she really 
wanted to be fucked out of her mind by these animals, and he had experience 
enough to know for sure once he saw another cock plunge into her voluptuous 
young body, the body whose pleasures had been denied him so many times. 
Before, she had been bound like a slave, and there was no way she could have 
resisted with any hope of success. Just the sheer helplessness of her 
position could have driven her temporarily insane. 

Well, he would force himself to watch and know for sure. 

That was one factor. The other was that Manuel was standing over the bed 
with a machine pistol, not pointing it at anything in particular, but 
treating it like a toy. John Stacy knew the weapon was fully loaded with 9mm 
bullets, and he could see it was set on full automatic, with the safety off. 
Three ounces of pressure on the trigger would let loose a barrage of lead 
which would surely kill them all. 

With unbelieving eyes, he saw his young wife, her long legs wide apart in 
lewd invitation, the golden-haired furrow of her pussy dripping with semen, 
roll on her side and whorishly, without hesitation, reach out to fondle the 
overlong, thick penis that jutted sharply upward from Manuel's loins. He saw 
her delicate white fingers peel back the thick foreskin to reveal the thick, 
purplish head. 

Slowly Nona used the rod of flesh like a handle to pull the mulatto sailor 
closer to the side of the bed. Her pale pink lips glistened as she guided 
the huge throbbing tip between them and she sucked half the thick shaft of 
flesh into the hot wet cavern of her mouth while her cheeks went hollow with 
her urgent sucking. Her blonde hair swirled as she gulped at the sailor's 
penis, and her hand moved to cup the curly-haired sac below while obscene 
slurping sounds came from her tightly-ovaled lips. Unbelieving, John stared 
for several minutes, until, with a furious licking of her little pink 
tongue, Nona looked up and pleaded, "I want it in my cunt." 

With a grin, Manny handed the machine pistol to LeRoi and climbed between 
the blonde bride's wide-opened legs. 

Deftly, Nona's hands encircled his saliva-coated cock and guided it between 
the inflamed lips of her pulsing pussy, rubbing it obscenely over the 
distended bud of her clitoris for a moment before placing it at the rim of 
the tight, wet hole that led up into her belly. 

"Stick it in," she cried. "Please! Fuck me!" 

With one savage lunge, the mulatto drove his heavy hips down to the 
stretched "vee" of her blonde loins, feeling her cuntal flesh yield in great 
rippling waves and then close around his rampant cock like a soft, hot 
rubber glove. Nona's long legs, pale against his darker body, scissored out 
and then locked furiously around his muscular back as he began to fuck her 
with long, fast strokes, the weight of his sperm-filled balls smacking the 
open crack of her trembling buttocks. 

"Ooooooohhh ... my God!" the girl cried as she was furiously impaled. "Good! 
Goooooodddd! DEEPER, FUCK DEEPER!! ! " 

LeRoi had the machine gun now. He grinned as his friend wildly fucked into 
the girl whose hair was so golden and skin so pale. Stuff like this hardly 
ever happened to men like them! 

Heartsick as he was enraged, still knowing h could not go up against the 
machine pistol with any hope of success, John Stacy slipped away from the 
door. 

They could wait. The bastards might fuel themselves to death. 

Somewhere close by had to be Aura Lee and Mister Lum. 

And some queer broad named Vallie? 

And how many others? Mister Lum wouldn't have brought his full crew aboard 
the Carmen There had to be more. 

John Stacy did not bother to pull on any clothes. They might be a hindrance. 
As far as he was concerned, Nona could fuck herself out of her hypocritical 
mind with the two mulattos. One thing he was sure of she was enjoying it as 
she had never enjoyed sex with him. He sought a gun, but found, without 
being surprised, that Mister Lum or somebody had securely padlocked the 
locker which held the Carmen's arsenal, which left him only with the knife 
and his hands. Every few minutes he felt a spell of dizziness from the blows 
he had taken, and his normally-strong young body was weak. John knew he 
would not be worth a damn in a fight at the moment. 

He wondered what Mister Lum and his friends had done about the man he 
supposedly killed in the initial fight as they boarded the Carmen. 

Probably tossed overboard to the sharks, he imagined. There were plenty of 
those around. 

Well, he might feed the whole damn bunch of them to the sharks, given a 
chance. He was ready to try. 

Slipping on deck, he saw the two boats were riding easy on the still-smooth 
sea, held close together with one-inch lines, with old rubber tires hung 
from the rail of the power boat to act as fenders between them. John 
realized he could cut the lines, and that the two men who were ravishing his 
all-too-willing wife were getting drunk. By the time they were fully 
smashed, he would, he thought, be strong enough to take them with only his 
fists and knife. He thought he had only a mild concussion which would make 
him wobbly for a few hours. But that might be futile, because Mister Lum 
could quickly come after them, without difficulty in the hot power boat, 
with a new crew. Anyplace he could sail the lumbering motorsailer in ten 
days, Mister Lum would be able to catch him in ten hours. 

So, Mister Lum must be dealt with, and running wasn't the way to do it. 

John Stacy tensed himself and with one well-timed leap managed to reach the 
rail of the big boat and pull himself silently aboard. He had the knife in 
his teeth and thought he must look like something out of an Errol Flynn 
movie. 

He was familiar with the type of craft, but had no idea what modifications 
might have been made. With the same silhouette as a PT boat, it was twenty 
feet shorter, with a proportionately higher transom. It had originally been 
designed to ride on the bare tips of the propellers, a planing boat. Well, 
that could wait while he explored. 

Dim lights showed through portholes and he bent low to see whatever could be 
seen. It didn't take long to grasp the situation. 

Aura Lee Talent and some redheaded broad-Vallie? were in the sack. 

They were eating each other, sixty-nining, head to toe, with their hot 
thighs clamped around each other's faces, their tongues wildly digging and 
licking, their sensuous mouths sucking each other's pussies. The porthole 
was open and he could hear their moans and groans and grunts and the liquid 
sounds of their passion. 

The two young, beautiful women rolled and tossed on the bed, now insatiable 
in their lust for each other. 

Vallie had never seen a girl come out as strong as Aura Lee had. The girl's 
tongue was like a racing lizard, slithering up and down the hot lips of her 
cunt and then over the nub of her clitoris, only to slide wetly away with a 
butterfly motion and then ram deep into her seething pussy. 

Aura Lee, for once treated like more than a common piece of meat that might 
be thrown to a dog at any minute, luxuriated in the tender touch of the 
redhead's fingers and lips. It seemed the harder she jammed her inflamed 
cunt at the other woman's mouth, the more urgently those beautiful lips 
sucked it and the more delicately a pink tongue-tip slipped deep up inside 
her, hotly swirling. It was almost as if her insides were being drawn from 
her nakedly writhing young body. She felt Vallie's hands sliding, the 
fingers dancing along her spine, finding every nerve center and erogenous 
zone, making her entire body tingle with a delight she'd never known before. 
She had forgotten how many times she had cum wildly, and Vallie with her. 

She knew this couldn't last that for a lousy thing like money lying at the 
bottom of the sea they would not hesitate to kill each other for the moment, 
though, it was beautiful, and she was sensualist enough to enjoy it. 

She urgently speared her tongue into the wetly heated depths of Vallie's 
wide-open cunt, tasting the savory pussy juices, and she thought: How the 
hell do I get through to Harry Carp? 

John Stacy watched in amazement as the two girls thrashed and jerked and 
moaned, as they reached their orgasms together and weakly fell apart. 

"Good show, isn't that?" 

At the instant he heard the clipped words, John Stacy felt the muzzle of a 
gun against his ear. 

"Wish I had a picture of you now, bare-ass on the deck watching a couple of 
cunts eat each other, with a knife in your teeth. Be a good lad and drop the 
damn knife." 

Stacy opened his jaws and the knife clattered on the deck. The gun moved 
away and he knew he had foolishly trapped himself again as Mister Lum asked, 
"Did you kill those two animals?" 

"No." 

"How you got away isn't important ... you're here," the Aussie said. "Do you 
mind tell me what's going on over there?" 

"Everybody's drunk and fucking and sucking, my bride in particular," Stacy 
said bitterly. 

"There seems to be a lot of that going on tonight." He chuckled. "Must be 
the phase of the moon. Well, John Stacy, do we go into business together?" 

"What the hell you talking about?" Stacy slowly got to his feet. Mister Lum 
was several feet away now, the pistol held casually, but ready for instant 
use. The moon was low on the horizon, the air was chill and damp. He did not 
understand this cool, cruel man who had defiled his beautiful wife. 

"This is the day or night when you finally grow up, John," Mister Lum said 
as he lit a cigarette, "You thought you had a prize in that pretty blonde 
girl, but you saw how she went for other men once she got the chance ... men 
who were man enough to take her. And make her beg for more. I broke her in 
for you, and now she's eating rather dark meat and calling for seconds." He 
grinned and gestured toward the porthole. "You see Aura Lee? You buggered 
her and thought she loved it. Well, she may have but she loves eating cunt 
more. You've just got your head all fucked up with women, John." 

"You son of a bitch!" Stacy whispered. 

"Now you begin to face reality," Mister Lum said. "You curse me, but in time 
you'll realize ... now, should we talk about business. I don't think we need 
Harry Carp." 

"I don't get it." 

"Harry outfitted you, and believe me, in the end he'll fuck you royally and 
maybe run off with your woman. Look at that sick tub he gave you. He'd let 
you sail around the Caribbean for a year, making all his soundings, diving 
on every reef you could find, and when you came up with something, he'd pull 
the whole thing out from under and you'd be on the beach. Now, is that or is 
it not Harry Carp?" 

"Harry is tricky," Stacy admitted. 

"Then let's go below and talk business. I'll keep the gun, of course. If we 
agree, fine. If we don't, I'll have to somehow get those charts. I have a 
lot invested." He flipped the cigarette over the side and added, "You really 
don't know where those charts are?" 

"No. No way. Why don't you just make a deal with Aura Lee?" 

"The deal is already being made," Mister Lum said. He pointed to the 
porthole. "Look at her pretty face buried in that red bush." 

Stacy bent and peered once more through the porthole. He saw Aura Lee on her 
knees, her face again buried between the pale white thighs of the 
auburn-haired Vallie, her tongue eagerly searching in the soft folds of her 
cunt. Her hands were stroking Vallie's smooth loins, and he could hear the 
wet licking sounds and the moaning of desire from Aura Lee's ravenous mouth. 
Vallie laughed softly and raised her legs until her knees were pressing 
against the high, firm globes of her breasts, and John could see the tight 
puckered ring of her anus fully exposed. 

Aura Lee pried the already-spread ass-cheeks apart and burrowed her face 
between them. The pink tip of her tongue eagerly circled Vallie's anus, 
wetting it, and then rammed deep up inside. As the redhead screamed in 
rapture, Aura Lee's lips came down on the pale white flesh and began to suck 
furiously while her tongue delved and sought the liquid that began to stream 
into them. Vallie arched her back, raising herself, and Aura Lee's nose slid 
up into her wet cuntal opening, nostrils flaring. Her fingers strayed over 
Vallie's tossing body, finding her breasts, tweaking the nipples to rigid, 
long hard spikes. 

Vallie spread her wet ass-cheeks even wider as she slowly raised her splayed 
legs and, with the skill of a contortionist, locked her ankles around her 
own head, fully opening her genitals to the dark-haired girl's all-devouring 
tongue as it slithered deep up into her anal passage. 

Vallie thought: I've never brought out such a hot chick as this one nobody 
has! And then she began screaming out her tenth orgasm in less than five 
minutes. 

* * * 

"You've got the dice," Stacy said. He was not giving up but there was a lot 
of truth in what Mister Lum said. Harry was running this on the cheap, and 
Harry was not to be trusted. For the moment there was nothing he could do 
except appear to go along. They had moved below, to the after-cabin, but 
through the vent system could still hear the two naked women loudly making 
lesbian love. Stacy sat on a bunk and accepted a beer and then said, "It 
looks like you don't have much more of a crew than I have." 

"Considering you wiped out my mate, I am short, but there are a few more on 
the way. Now, let's see what we can work out." 

"I can't get you the damn charts. I've looked myself, but Aura Lee really 
hid them. You'll have to beat it out of her." 

"I'll leave that to Vallie she has better ways. Now, this is what I propose. 
We work it with the two boats. I know you've got better electronics and 
diving gear the best Harry could steal from the Navy. And I know you're a 
qualified diver. No point in sending a man down if he's not going to come 
up. I know scuba diving well enough, and how to recognize what we're looking 
for. These bloods are strong but have no brains. This tub of mine has speed, 
and I already have markets no point to giving the government twenty-five per 
cent of whatever we recover. I can get it away, and we'll even give Harry 
Carp a piece to keep him off our backs. I pick up the expenses." 

"Now, that doesn't sound too bad," Stacy said. "Keep talking." 

They talked until the sun rose over the horizon. John tried not to think of 
what his wife was doing, and finally he said. "It's a deal." 

"Good." Mister Lum grinned and offered his hand. They shook on it. And then 
he said, "Let's seal it with a fuck. You take Vallie. Get her down on the 
bunk and shove your prick into her mouth. Don't let her suck just fuck her 
mouth! The only way she turns on with a man is to be treated like shit. And 
I want to try that Aura Lee's ass-hole." 

They headed for the forward cabin and pulled the two women, now nakedly 
drowsing in each other's arms apart. Vallie fought at first, but after a 
couple of slaps across the face, her mouth turned to soft, hot butter within 
seconds after John's raging cock slid the length of her tongue and deep into 
her throat. Her lips ovaled tightly around it and as he fucked furiously 
into her beautiful face she quickly surrendered, and began sucking like a 
mad woman... 

 CHAPTER SIX 

There is nothing like fucking two girls together to make friends, John 
thought. Once Vallie and Aura Lee surrendered to the inevitable, they had 
joined with apparent enjoyment in the action. 

"You're a fantastic piece of ass," John said to Vallie. "How come the girl 
bit?" 

"Jealous?" She chuckled. "Maybe I just dig it any way it comes." She bent to 
lingeringly kiss the head of his now flaccid cock, teasing the slit with her 
tongue. "And you sure know how to make it cum, you big bastard!" 

* * * 

Nona didn't like the arrangement. She didn't like it at all. She had given 
everything to save John, and instead of getting guns and avenging the cruel 
rape she had undergone, he had joined the enemy not only in the treasure 
search, but in bed. He hardly spoke to her, didn't seem to care what 
happened. LeRoi and Manuel came to consider her their personal property. At 
least twice a day they fucked her, or, grinning, pushed her to her knees and 
told her to suck their cocks. 

And, God forgive her, she found herself doing it eagerly, even at times 
whispering lewd invitations to them, wanting their long thick cocks inside 
her, wanting to taste the hot pungent sperm flooding from their lust-swollen 
shafts. 

Both the leggy redhead Vallie and Aura Lee made passes at her too, and at 
times she was tempted, not through any desire for a lesbian experience, but 
to see if such a thing would finally shock John into some indication he 
cared for her at all. But as yet Nona had not yielded. 

On the second day, a seaplane arrived, bringing three more men, 
deeply-tanned males who looked Latin or maybe Greek and spoke in a language 
she didn't understand, although they could and did talk in English when 
necessary. She knew they were seamen and accomplished divers, and Mister Lum 
had put them quickly in their place, minutes after they had come on the 
scene and were looking hungrily at the women. He summoned them to the 
cockpit of the power boat, a big pistol on his hip. Behind him, John Stacy 
stood with a carbine. 

"You blokes get this loud and clear," he said. "You're here for a job of 
work. You keep your hands and eyes off the women well, hands anyway unless 
we say you can fuck them. If we get what we're going after, you'll all have 
enough to fuck your way to Hong Kong and back." 

The edict had brought sullenness but not revolt. John Stacy didn't like the 
idea of having them aboard, but had to admit they were competent seamen who 
understood the two vessels. And, he told himself, they were probably no 
worse than the sort Harry Carp was supposedly recruiting. 

And where the hell was Harry? Twice a day he monitored the short-wave band 
on which Harry was supposed to communicate, and not a word had come through. 

For a week the boats, always within sight of each other, ranged the shallow 
waters. The slower Carmen, with sophisticated gear, probed the bottom, 
seeking indications of metal, the sensitive recording Varian magnetometer 
looking for anything which might indicate a booty-laden galleon buried 
beneath the always-shifting sea floor; anything shaped like the hull of a 
ship. The power boat acted as tender and was used for diving. The waters 
remained peaceful and brilliantly clear, obscured only by the clouds of 
shark repellent spread in a wide circle around whoever was diving. 

Only once was there trouble in those first days. 

John had been exploring a coral reef at twenty fathoms. It had not looked 
especially promising, but the magnetometer had indicated metal. It was 
possible that in the intervening centuries, the coral had grown over a 
sunken ship. The closer he looked through the face mask, the more intrigued 
he became, not with the prospect of treasure, but because of the myriad sea 
creatures who had made the reef their home. He stayed down too long. His air 
supply ran out, which at that depth was not a serious problem. He simply 
filled his lungs with what remained, dropped the useless tanks and his 
weight belt, and slowly floated to the surface, releasing bubbles of air to 
ease the pressure in his lungs as the compression changed. Although he had 
begun his dive from the power boat, he surfaced almost astern of the Carmen, 
which was lying dead in the water. He paused to catch his breath and then 
slowly swam toward the rope ladder hanging over the port side. 

Almost silently he climbed aboard, knowing Nona was there alone with one of 
the new crew, a Greek named Pitarys. A young, husky man who always had his 
eye on whichever of the i women was in sight. John did not call out but 
immediately padded below, barefoot. Then he heard helpless cries of protest 
and pleading coming from the cabin amidships and he hurried in that 
direction, moving like a big, curious cat. The cabin door was open and what 
he saw froze him in his tracks. 

Nona, stark naked, was bent over a bunk just as he himself had bent Aura Lee 
over. 

The Greek was holding her immobile, his muscular arm tight around her neck 
as Nona struggled futilely. His thick legs had pried her slender, tanned 
thighs wide apart, baring the tiny ring of her ass-hole. 

Against the tender flesh, the thick head of his cock pressed relentlessly, 
and John Stacy could see the muscles of his back and buttocks straining as 
he tried to force entry. Suddenly his hand smacked across the smooth, 
clenched buttocks of Nona, and she cried out in sharp pain. But in that 
instant the tight elastic circle of her sphincter yielded and, with one 
lunge, Pitarys jammed his thick, iron-hard cock to its base in the tortured 
girl's anus, ramming into her so hard his balls smacked against the upturned 
cheeks of her violated ass. 

"Aaaaaauuuuuugggghhhhhh!" Nona cried out. It felt like a bar of red-hot 
steel was slipping up into her defenseless rectum, ripping her apart, 
pushing waves of never-touched flesh ahead of it. She nearly fainted from 
the pain of this unnatural ravishment. Then it withdrew slightly and rammed 
into her again, splitting her tortured anus even wider and she could only 
cry out, "Ooooooohhhh! My God! You're killing me!" 

"Soon you like," the Greek said, and began to fuck into her. "Ass like this 
made to fuck. Move it!" 

Even had she wanted to, Nona could not have obeyed the obscene command. She 
was terribly impaled and her mind was dissolving in a red sheet of pain. She 
had never imagined anything could feel like this and even as the thought 
passed through her head she felt him pause and flex the huge organ, and 
perversely, it felt good to her. It might not be bad if only he would hold 
still for a minute, let her adjust to the length and hot thickness of his 
cock. Involuntarily, she found her anal muscles relax, and then tighten 
around him. If only he had not been so rough, jamming himself into her that 
way! Not that she would ever willingly have allowed herself to be sodomized, 
but if it had to happen she might have been able to accept it. 

Recalling how Aura Lee Talent had so obviously enjoyed it when John did this 
to her, Nona told herself it had to be pleasurable once you got used to it. 
Unconsciously, she humped back and rotated her nakedly rounded buttocks, 
feeling his long surging penis grind inside her tender flesh. 

She began to moan, in mingled pain and pleasure. "Oooooooohhhh!" 

"You goddamn son of a bitch!" 

The roaring words crashed in her ears, breaking the spell, shattering Nona's 
ability to accept what was happening. Twisting her head as the restraining 
pressure of the Greek's arm relaxed, she saw her husband, wearing only swim 
trunks, burst into the room, grabbing Pitarys by his long hair and jerking 
him backward with insane fury. At the same instant, she felt the reaming 
cock slip from her straining back passage with a wet, popping sound, and she 
stumbled, falling to the deck. 

It was a short but furious fight. The lust-driven Greek was taken completely 
by surprise, and had no chance to defend himself. John Stacy's fists, and 
the knife-edges of his hard hands, turned the other's face to pulp within 
seconds. Nona was sure she could hear bones breaking, and suddenly the cabin 
was red with spurting blood from the Greek's nose and mouth. John savagely 
caught his hair again and jerked his head down, bending him double, and at 
the same time brought a hard knee up. Teeth spewed like shotgun pellets as 
Pitarys tried futilely to defend himself against the enraged husband. John's 
knee came up again, this time burying itself in the other's genitals, 
smashing his testicles. 

With a cry of agony, Pitarys fell to his knees. John, his face black with 
anger, grabbed him by the hair of his head and dragged him like a sack of 
wheat up the companion ladder. Without hesitation, he hurled him over the 
rail into the warm tropic sea. The water turned red with blood as John 
stood, his chest heaving, and looked down at the almost unconscious man. 

Within seconds, dark shapes swarmed around the boat and triangular fins 
sliced through the water. And then the Greek was screaming. Sharks, maddened 
by the scent of fresh blood, fought each other to reach the body, and the 
water turned to a bright red froth that churned and thrashed. 

Stumbling to the deck, horrified, Nona watched the savage, slashing death of 
the man who had violated her rectum. She saw the now-cooling rage on John's 
face. Bits and pieces of bone and human flesh sank slowly through the water, 
to be snapped up by the ravenous fish. The entire thing had taken less than 
two minutes. Shuddering, the beautiful blonde girl covered her eyes, and 
turned away from the rail. 

"Sorry you had to see that," her husband said. "Sorry about a hell of a lot 
of things." 

She couldn't speak. It was all she could do to stumble below and try to find 
the bikini the sodomy-minded Greek had ripped from her. She was sick with 
herself, sick of sex and the way she was used. She thought if she could find 
a gun, she would kill John and then herself. God knew she had been good 
until all this began. 

Now, in a matter of weeks, she had become an instant slut. She felt the 
still-hot throbbing in her ass and realized that if the Greek had gone about 
it differently, she would have let him do it to her there, probably even 
helped him. Why not? 

John hadn't touched her in two weeks, had let her be used by LeRoi and 
Manny. But at least the two mulatto sailors appreciated her as a woman, 
maybe more than they would have another woman because of her pure 
pale-blonde hair and light skin. They used her body hard, were rutting 
beasts, but seemed to take great pleasure in making sure she enjoyed it as 
much as they. There was a continuous competition to see which could make her 
cum the most, and soonest. 

Well, they had certainly taught her to fuck! 

Mister Lum watched the commotion through binoculars, and then revved up the 
big boat's engines and brought it alongside the Carmen. He looked down at 
the pink ring of water. 

"Scrub one Greek," he said. "What happened?" 

John told him and he said, "Sure she didn't invite it? You've been pretty 
beastly to her." 

"I got here by accident and they couldn't have heard me. He was holding her 
down and she was fighting, but he had the weight and the power and he jammed 
his prick up her ass ... damn, she screamed. Fucking Greek!" 

"Nothing else to be done," Mister Lum agreed calmly. "Watch yourself, John. 
His friends won't like it." 

"'ll be careful. Say, I left the tanks and weights below. We'd better send 
somebody after them." 

Later they discussed, over a bottle of rum, the new problems. As a matter of 
insurance, both now carried guns and fighting knives. The dead Greek's 
friends, one known only as Frenchy and the other as Dago Bill, demanded and 
got a full account of what happened. Although they shrugged, it was obvious 
they didn't believe it. They believed the Greek had sodomized Nona ... and 
they believed she had wanted it. Hell, she was fucking and sucking the 
mulattos, and John had done nothing. So why did he kill the Greek for 
banging her ass? They had not quite figured out the relationships among John 
and Mister Lum, LeRoi and Manny, and the three women. All they knew was that 
everybody was getting plenty of cunt but themselves, and why Mister Lum 
should cut them off was strange. 

The situation had suddenly become complex. 

Mister Lum and John decided one or the other of them had to take part in 
each dive-but not together, because that would leave Dago Bill and Frenchy 
topside with the women. LeRoi and Manny could be trusted, but they didn't 
have enough brains, and with no effort at all, Dago Bill and Frenchy could 
take over both boats and the women. This meant that one of those two would 
have to go on every dive. Only a man who is bent on suicide goes down alone. 
And there was the strong possibility that the prospect of sharing in a vast 
treasure would overcome any great grief either might feel over the demise of 
the Greek. 

Aura Lee solved part of the problem when she said, "I swim like a fish and 
dive like an otter. I even fuck down there." 

They knew it was true. Aura Lee had done some undersea exploring. It was 
worth a try. 

Four days later, they found the ballast heap, a mound of rocks like 
cobblestones carried in sailing ships to steady them when they were without 
a weighty cargo. There was no mistaking it the rocks were not of a type to 
be found in these waters, and, although years of surging tides had scattered 
them, they still roughly formed the outlines of a ship. And, Aura Lee 
announced, her charts and notes said this was a likely place. 

One of the things which frustrated both Stacy and Mister Lum was the fact 
they had been unable to find the damn charts. They had done everything but 
take the Carmen apart with axes. Obviously, Aura Lee was a girl with an ace 
in the hole and she had hidden the hole well. 

But now they finally had something tangible to look at on the bottom of the 
sea. This was easier talked about than accomplished, for the centuries had 
heavily encrusted the area with coral. In shifts they dove, with pry bars 
and slowly attacked the crusted marine growth, but it was slow work. Mister 
Lum was in favor of using explosives, but was firmly vetoed by Stacy. 

"That ballast heap is on the edge of a ledge that goes at least a hundred 
fathoms down. Whatever's there will take a long dive." This logic prevailed. 

Trouble broke out again two days later, stemming from a trivial incident. 
Mister Lum speared an octopus and, when nobody wished to share, cooked and 
ate the creature. He promptly became almost deathly ill and took to a bunk 
on the Carmen where he could at least be away from the incessant rumble of 
the air compressors on his own boat as they worked to keep the aqualung 
tanks filled. Under sedation, he finally slept, with Nona aboard to keep an 
eye on him. The others remained on the power boat, going about the day's 
work. John and Frenchy were to dive, with Aura Lee also down to watch for 
sharks. They had barely disappeared under the surface when Nona checked on 
Mister Lum and discovered him apparently choking. In panic, she hailed the 
other boat, which was less than a hundred feet away. 

Dago Bill, wearing only shorts, immediately dove over the side and quickly 
swam the short distance. He hurried below and took one look, then heaved the 
red-faced form of Mister Lum from the bunk, carried him topside and, 
belly-down, thumped him hard over the rail. 

A thick, green stream of vomit poured from his mouth into the sea as Dago 
Bill continued to bounce him. But his normal color returned and his 
breathing eased. 

"Goddamn fool would eat a fucking octopus!" Dago Bill said as he carried the 
weakly-groaning man below to his bunk again. "He'll be okay, now that's outa 
him." 

"Thank God," Nona muttered. 

Bill got a can of beer from the cooler and pulled the tab and drank deeply. 
His eyes swept over the long-limbed blonde, and Nona suddenly realized she 
was wearing nothing but scanty-bikini briefs and a paper-thin shirt, open at 
the neck, through which the ripe contours of her thrusting breasts could be 
seen. She knew it was really worse than no shirt at all, because living in 
this situation had become very informal, and often she and the other women 
appeared with nothing at all above the waist. The scanty concealment would 
be more arousing to a man than complete nakedness. 

"You look like you could use a drink," Dago Bill said, his eyes darkly 
pinning her. 

"I maybe..." she said, wishing she could vanish. But she made no protest as 
he mixed a strong rum and Coke, in fact, she drank it greedily, almost 
choking on the taste, and when he handed her a second, she drank that too. 
She tried not to return his hungry gaze, but her eyes were drawn to him 
nonetheless. For lack of anything else to say, she said, "I'm glad you knew 
what to do." 

"Oh, I was expectin' it knew what it was soon as you gave us a shout," Dago 
Bill said. "Mister Lum gets that way. He can't just puke like anybody else 
... have to tip him upside down to get it out of him." He eyed her 
calculatingly, seeming to strip her bare, but the rum had affected Nona's 
reflexes and judgment and she barely noticed. She also forgot that, for 
reasons of his own, Mister Lum had barred Frenchy and Dago Bill and the 
Greek from going near the women, and the Greek was dead. Pulling her toward 
him, into his lap and holding her tight with a big hand massaging her 
breasts, playing with her taut little nipples, he said, "Did the Greek 
really fuck you in the ass?" 

Shocked by the bluntness of the question, she could only nod. She wanted to 
pull away, but seemed to be without strength. Somehow, being held in his 
muscular arms felt good, and God knew she'd never had anyone to pour out the 
terrible story to. She let her pliant young body relax and began to talk, 
say the things she'd wanted to say to her husband but had not been given the 
chance. She didn't move to stop his hands as they cupped her breasts, and 
without protest allowed him to strip away her thin blouse. Then his hand was 
sliding over the hot roundness of her buttocks, where the scanty bikini 
barely concealed the cleft of her ass. Beneath her, she could feel his cock 
long and hard and thick through his shorts. She moaned and squirmed and then 
his fingers were slowly sliding into the crack of her ass-cheeks, rubbing 
and spreading them. 

"Oooooohhhh ... Noooooo..." Nona moaned softly. 

"You poor kid," Dago Bill said, grinning. "I'll bet it hurt like hell." 

"It hurt terribly ... the way he just jammed himself in." 

"Not like this?" His outstretched middle finger rubbed in a circle around 
her tightly puckering anus. She tried to close against it but relentlessly 
it stretched the delicate flesh and suddenly was up inside her up to the 
first knuckle, rotating slowly. She felt her anus gradually accepting it. 
She gasped and squirmed and felt the digit slip deeper up into the hot 
tightness of her channel. Unconsciously she moved, letting her clamped 
thighs relax and spread slightly. The young blonde wife did not resist as he 
turned her face toward him and kissed her wetly parted lips, sliding his 
tongue between them. At the intrusion, she began to suck it as she had 
sucked cocks, and her breathing became uneven, aroused. A wave of lewd 
desire swept through her lush young body, and she was conscious that he 
said, "This feels good, doesn't it?" 

"Ummmmmmm..." Nona mumbled. She ground herself down on the impaling finger 
as it began to fuck in and out of her tight anal opening. She grunted as a 
second finger moved up deep beside it, and the two began to twirl, 
stretching her. She wanted to stop this obscenity, but couldn't move, except 
to squirm. "Ooooooohhhhh!! ! " 

"He bent you over a bunk and held you down, and just jammed his prick into 
you?" 

"Yes..." Shamed at the memory, and at what had happened already with Dago 
Bill, she could hardly whisper the word. 

"Come with me," he said, his voice hypnotic. 

Nona knew what was going to happen to her, but she was powerless to protest. 
Docilely, with his fingers still deep in her rectum, she allowed herself to 
be guided to the big after-cabin. She felt his free hand undoing the ties of 
her bikini panties. Tears began to come and she whispered, "Please don't do 
it to me ... let me suck you, or ... " 

"You'll like it," Dago Bill said. "Kneel up on the bed with your shoulders 
on the mattress. Knees wide apart and keep your beautiful little ass pointed 
straight up." 

"Oooooohhhhhh..." Nona moaned. But prodded by his fingers in her anus, she 
complied, positioning herself in a way she had never thought possible. She 
closed her eyes, humiliated, awaiting the terrible pain and realized that 
when the Greek did it to her, it had begun to feel good just before John 
pulled him out of her and killed him. She felt the bed sag as Dago Bill 
climbed behind her, felt his hairy legs spreading her soft, tanned thighs 
even wider, and his fingers stretching her anus. And then, horrified, she 
heard herself whisper, "Yessss ... put it in!" 

With a soft, wet sound his fingers slipped from her, and seconds later she 
felt the hotly throbbing tip of his cock at her already-distended anus and 
his hands were spreading her trembling ass-cheeks wide. She grunted as the 
bulbous head pressed against her tender flesh and then his fingers were 
kneading her hips, pulling her back to him. 

"Aaaaaauuuuuggghhh!! " Nona gasped in pain as her sphincter ring yielded and 
his massive cock-head popped inside her. She rotated her nakedly gleaming 
buttocks trying to dislodge his pulsating thickness, but the movement only 
served to aid his deeper entry. "My God, it's so big!" 

"You haven't felt anything yet, baby! Swing your tail around." When she 
didn't move, he slapped her hard across her quivering buttocks with the flat 
of his hand. Nona cried out and jerked up and his long thick cock sank 
several inches deeper into her straining rectal opening. 

Then he flexed his lust-hardened shaft and waited, listening to her soft 
helpless whimpers of pain, and after a minute knew she had relaxed and was 
ready for more. Slowly he began to fuck in and out of her, each stroke 
pulling pale pink flesh with it, then pushing it back in. Now she was moving 
her buttocks willingly with him, arching her back, thrusting a little to 
match his strokes. "You're built for ass-fucking!" 

"Uuuugghhh!" Nona grunted. It felt like a tree was growing in her rectum, 
but the pain was being replaced, as he had promised, with pleasure. Suddenly 
she wanted all of it, NOW, no matter how it might hurt! Obscenely she waved 
her nakedly up-thrust buttocks and reached back to pull the cheeks as far 
apart as possible, until her flesh was stretched drum-tight. "Fuck in! Fuck 
all the way in my ass!" 

Grasping her around the soft curve of her belly, Dago Bill rammed forward 
with all his strength. His thickened cock plunged deep up into the spongy 
heated rectum, sending waves of flesh ahead of it, until his balls slapped 
against her taut-spread ass cheeks and the lust-swollen lips of her tight 
young cunt. 

"Eeeeeeeeyyyyyyaaaaahhhh!! ! " Nona cried out. The pain shocked her to 
immobility for a moment, and then, determined to overcome it, she began to 
fuck back insanely, driving him deeper and deeper up into her shamelessly 
aroused body. She rocked from side to side and rotated her hips in a 
salacious spectacle of pure wantonness. "Fuck, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck meeee!! 
" 

Eagerly he began to fuck in and out of her, the formidable hard mass of his 
penis pistoning into her softly yielding flesh. With each reaming stroke, 
Nona grunted in pain-pleasure. She gasped in ecstasy as she felt his heavy, 
sperm-loaded balls scraping against the swollen, distended lips of her 
pussy, making solid contact with the elongated button of her clitoris. If 
only the Greek had done it like this! she thought as her internal muscles 
began to milk him furiously. 

And, it seemed in only minutes, she was climaxing. She fucked back so 
furiously that Dago Bill could hardly keep his long rod of flesh in her 
thrashing anus. He dropped his weight on the writhing young wife and held 
her down, thrusting deeper and deeper into her straining young body, 
spreading her legs so they hung on either side of the bunk. 

"Oooooooohhhhh ... now ... now ... I'm cummmmmiiinnngggg!" 

Nona's savage response triggered his own. He felt his cum-filled balls 
burning with need, and then the great gushing of sperm down the length of 
his thick impaling cock, and jets of it were spraying up into the tightly 
clasping depths of her rectal passage. Her magnificent ass-cheeks were 
trembling as if she were getting a strong electrical shock. 

They lay locked together, their bodies convulsing, as his hot churning cum 
filled her anal channel and began to seep around the thick base of his staff 
and down onto the rumpled sheets. 

"Who said sodomy is a pain in the ass?" he chuckled. 

"Ummmm ... I won't be able to sit down for a week," Nona flexed her 
ass-cheeks, holding his twitching penis far up inside her anus, milking him 
until he was too soft to feel anymore. 

"Just what the hell is going on here?" Aura Lee's voice suddenly cut in on 
them as Dago Bill was lifting himself from Nona's exhausted body, his cock 
sliding wetly from her anus with a lewd plopping sound. "Damn foolish 
question, I guess." She shot a hot-eyed look of hatred at Dago Bill as he 
reached for his shorts and stepped into them. "You fucked her ass! Fellow, 
you are damn lucky it was me who came over to see how Mister Lum is doing 
instead of John Stacy. Or you'd be with the Greek now. I think you better 
ship out, sailor!" 

Dago Bill was not inclined to argue. This Aura Lee belonged to Stacy's part 
of the operation and the bitch could really cause trouble if she felt like 
it. But something told him she would be cool, not push things. He knew she'd 
been turning on with the lesbian Vallie, and had eyes for this Nona. But she 
had not been able to get to her. Well, maybe now he'd given her the chance, 
and it would all work out. 

It turned out he was intuitive ... that was what immediately had come to the 
devious mind of Aura Lee Talent. He climbed the companionway ladder and 
without a word dove over the side and swam to the other boat. 

Aura Lee crossed to where the naked young wife lay miserably on the bunk, 
weeping with remorse. Surely John would hear of this, and any chance they 
had to put things back together would be gone. If only Aura Lee would keep 
quiet... 

'That bastard!" Aura Lee said, reaching out to stroke Nona's trembling 
flesh. "Did he hurt you badly?" 

"Nooo ... I'm sort of sore." She raised her tear-stained face, humiliated 
that she had been caught in such an obscene situation, and she recognized in 
Aura Lee's eyes something she had never noticed before ... desire! "I-I let 
him do it. I wanted him to do it." 

"John will kill him like he killed the Greek if he hears." 

"He won't hear from me ... only if you let it slip." 

"You don't need more trouble, Nona," Aura Lee's hands caressed her, then 
gently closed on her full young breasts, squeezing and kneading them. Her 
nipples rose and lengthened, hardening, and Nona groaned softly, undulating 
in lewd pleasure on the bed, her slender thighs parting. She thought, Aura 
Lee really doesn't want to ... but she's been very close to Vallie! 

"We got off on the wrong foot, I guess," Aura Lee said, "but I really like 
you and the things you've had to go through ... now I want to be your 
friend." 

Her parted lips closed over one of Nona's lushly ripened breasts and her 
tongue twirled around the nipple as she began to suck. 

"Ooooh ... Please ... NO!" Nona moaned, but felt the urgent desire rising 
again, this time for something gentle. 

"John will never know," Aura Lee Talent whispered. 

Her flickering tongue made its way down the smooth satiny flesh of the young 
bride's body. Nona closed her eyes, trying to fight off the vision of what 
she had descended to. And then incredibly soft lips were kissing the insides 
of her thighs, tantalizing the sensitive flesh. 

Nona opened her eyes and between the quivering twin peaks of her breasts she 
saw the dark-haired girl kneeling between her legs. She felt the 
feather-touch of hair over her loins as the beautiful face moved between her 
legs, pink tongue searching. And then it was slithering up and down the 
fevered lips of her wetly pulsating cunt, burrowing into the nest of blonde 
hair, seeking and finding her erect little clitoris. 

"Ooooooooohhh ... Aaaaaaahhhh!" Mona cried out softly as the lewdly probing 
wet spear discovered her cuntal passage and slid quickly up it while gentle 
hands cupped the ass-cheeks Dago Bill had just spread so wide and which she 
had offered wantonly. Well, Nona told herself, this is no more unnatural. 
With that thought she yielded, beginning to roll and undulate lewdly on the 
bed, spreading her thighs wide to allow Aura Lee's tight-pressed face full 
access to her warmly flowing cunt. She began to fuck upward urgently as the 
tongue sloshed and tickled her vaginal lips with a movement like the wings 
of a butterfly, and the blonde wife thought of the times LeRoi and Manny had 
done this to her. "You're better," she sighed in pleasure. "So much better 
than a man..." 

From the cabin door, where he had silently managed to stagger from his 
sickbed, Mister Lum watched, both amused and aroused. 

Now, he thought, I've really got a handle on Stacy. Nona turning on to 
ass-fucking, and now with girls ... she'll bust her ass to keep him from 
knowing. 

Because she knows he'll break her pretty neck. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"No shit, you'll never believe this," Dago Bill said in a low voice to 
Frenchy. He could hardly believe it himself, and had to tell somebody. The 
Frenchman could keep his mouth shut. He went on to tell what had happened. 

"All the way in her ass?" 

"She actually begged for it." 

The Frenchman groaned. "I should get some of that." 

"Be damn careful. Most of the time he doesn't seem to give a shit, but you 
know what happened to the Greek..." 

"I'll watch it." 

Through the open porthole of the cabin below, Vallie heard enough of the 
conversation to gather what had happened. But she said or did nothing until 
Aura Lee swam back aboard an hour later. She quickly drew Aura Lee aside, 
and instantly saw guilt written all over the brunette's face. She told Aura 
Lee what she had overheard, adding, "You were over there well?" 

"He did it to her and Nona was asking for it." 

"And you YOU did it to her too!" Vallie accused coldly, suddenly reading the 
evasive expression correctly. Savagely she slapped Aura Lee across the face. 
"Now I'm not lover enough for you?" 

"Ooooh! Don't hit me!" Aura Lee cried, dropping to her knees and abjectly 
wrapping her arms around the firm, slender flesh of the redhead's thighs. 
"She was READY! We'll share her ... you'll like her much more than me!" 

"Tramp!" Vallie spat, then sighed. "Well, let it ride keep quiet!" 

Submissively, Aura Lee bowed her head. Her hands went to the elastic rim of 
Vallie's shorts. Slowly she drew them downward over the gently curving 
ass-cheeks and down the long firm thighs. A second later she buried her face 
in the soft auburn fringe of Vallie's cunt, her tongue sliding into the warm 
folds of succulent pussy flesh. 

* * * 

Mister Lum had a strong constitution, and the sight of Nona being sodomized, 
and then voraciously eaten by Aura Lee, had stimulated his return to health. 
After the brunette returned to the power boat, he walked past the drowsing 
Nona, sprawled nakedly on the bed, and found a bottle of rum, from which he 
drank deeply three times. Then, seeking aspirin to ease his throbbing head, 
he searched the boat for some of the pain-killer. 

In Aura Lee's gear locker, he found the penis-shaped vibrator, and just 
seeing it brought lewd ideas to his mind. When he had taught Nona to suck, 
she had been good. By now she must be an expert. He went and lay down beside 
her, prodding her to awareness. 

"Climb over me we'll see how you like to sixty-nine," he ordered. "And I've 
got a whole new treat for you." 

"Oh, God, no more!" Nona pleaded. But one long look at his hawkish face and 
she capitulated. She straddled him and reached for his rising penis, 
stroking it, drawing the foreskin back. Shamed at her own lewd hunger, she 
opened her lips wide and began to lick his hardening flesh before sucking 
the swelling head into her wetly heated mouth. 

She felt his hands pulling her down to him, his thumbs spreading the 
still-damp lips of her pussy, his breath hot on the coral-hued inner flesh. 
Unable to help herself, she sucked urgently on his spear of thick manhood, 
her head rising and falling smoothly, her tongue laving the length of it. At 
the same time, the tip of his tongue fluttered over the aroused bud of her 
clitoris, and she could not repress a gasp of pleasure. She began to lightly 
massage his balls with her fingers. 

And then she felt something she could not understand. Something hard was 
easing deep into her pussy! But it was more rigid than any she had ever 
known ... she was sucking his penis, so what...? She raised her head 
momentarily and looked down between the nakedly swaying mounds of her 
breasts and saw he had a thing that looked and felt just like a penis, and 
he was sliding it in and out of her wetly flexing pussy. 

"What. . . ? " she mumbled around the head of his cock. 

"Vibrator, baby. Wait until you get this up your ass!" 

Wondering abjectly how many ways she could be debased, Nona yielded and 
licked the hot, bulbous head of his cock, waiting. This time her tightly 
puckered anus did not resist the intrusion and, feeling his tongue working 
in her pussy, she moaned and writhed in a wild delight at the dual 
sensation. The thing was sliding up, up, up into her belly while slavishly 
she drove her sucking mouth up and down his rigid shaft of pulsing flesh ... 
and suddenly his wonderfully devouring mouth was pulled from the flowing 
slit of her pussy. 

"What the hell ... battery must be dead," he muttered, and slid it from her 
tightly clasping anal opening. Nona did not move, but lay with his warmly 
throbbing cock buried to the hilt in her mouth, waiting. 

Annoyed, because he knew how the vibrator turns a woman on, Mister Lum 
unscrewed the base of the device and tried to shake the battery out. 
Instead, a common film canister dropped into his hands. 

He opened it and pulled out the strip of 16 mm negatives, and one glance was 
enough to tell him he'd found Aura Lee's secret. 

"Baby, get the hell off me," he said, excited, pushing her up. 

"Nooooo..." the now-aroused Nona cried out as she felt the hot maleness of 
him escaping her avid mouth. She whirled around and demanded, "Why are you 
stopping now?" 

"No time to talk ... try your fingers," he said coldly, knowing he might 
well be holding a fortune. He shook the vibrator at her. "Keep your mouth 
shut, pretty blonde, or John hears how you begged to be buggered and turned 
on for Aura Lee." 

"I won't say anything," Nona whispered, and began to cry. Her body ached for 
cock and more cock, in every orifice, in every way. She thought bitterly it 
was so unjust for these people to make her this way, and then leave her hung 
up. 

Mister Lum ignored her sobs as he wrapped the film can in a waterproof bag, 
slipped it under his shorts and drove into the warm tropical waters. 
Suddenly he didn't feel sick at all. Things were working out just fine. 

* * * 

Vallie and Aura Lee lay close together on a narrow bunk, the cabin 
illuminated only by the moon through the porthole. For once they were not 
interested in each other's bodies. 

"We have to knock these bastards off one by one," Vallie said. "For what 
they've done to you, me, Nona. You're sure there's a ship down there. A 
bullion ship? Positive?" 

"There has to be," Aura Lee murmured. "I know the ballast stones. I found 
some old coins I think but they're all covered with coral and crusted 
together. I left them." 

"We can figure a way to take out the men ... maybe all except Manny and 
LeRoi. They're not too bright, and they like white meat." 

"Mister Lum is pretty sharp and Harry Carp is pure murder," Aura Lee said. 
"No telling when Harry will show." 

"We worry about Harry later. Baby, I think we have a good deal going." She 
began to kiss and nuzzle the dark-haired girl. 

* * * 

The next morning, Aura Lee killed Dago Bill in a way she had spent half the 
night devising. 

Bill and John and she dove on the ballast heap on the high side, at a depth 
of about fifteen fathoms. The tropic sun was burning hot, and she announced 
she saw no point to the hindrance of a bikini underwater. Stark naked, she 
slipped the aqualung harness on and then her weight belt and flippers. She 
rubbed the firm young globes of her breasts, turning to the sun. 

"A guy should wear a jock, or he might meet a fish that-likes big worms," 
Dago Bill said, laughing. He peeled down his trunks and stood exposed only 
in a jockstrap. Shrugging, John Stacy did the same, and then all three 
climbed down the ladder and eased into the sea. The two men went first, and 
Aura Lee lingered on the ladder, swinging her taut little ass-cheeks, giving 
them a long, enticing look at the dark-fringed furrow of her pussy. Winking 
lewdly, she dropped into the water, and the three took what tools they 
planned to use, and emptied vials of shark repellent into the water. All 
were expert swimmers. John did not like the current. It wasn't strong enough 
to hamper their dive, but it was dissipating the repellent too swiftly. 

Aura Lee performed a perfect surface dive, the smooth globes of her naked 
buttocks flashing golden in the sun. Each had enough air for an hour. With 
pry bars, John and Dago Bill would work awhile, armed with a gas-powered 
spear gun, Aura Lee would stand guard against sharks. Trailing bubbles, the 
trio went deep. 

As Aura Lee suspected, John was in better shape. He kept prying and prodding 
without letup, while the huskier Bill had to rest, lying motionless on the 
bottom, every few minutes. Aura Lee, the spear gun in hand, swam over to him 
after a half hour passed. Through her face mask, her eyes mocked him. She 
saw him getting mad, using more air than needed. Teasingly, she reached 
through the warm water and pulled his jockstrap away from his genitals, then 
grabbed his long thick penis and began to pump it. She pulled her body down 
close to his until the tips of her conical breasts were flattened against 
the muscles of his chest. Her fingers played with his balls and rolled his 
foreskin up and down and she could tell he was about to go crazy. 

Then, pressing him on his back, she slowly mounted him and tried to guide 
his rapidly growing penis up into her pussy, but he was not fully erect. 

Grinding her pelvis down on him, guiding, she worked to get him inside her, 
but the half-aroused head would barely pass the lips of her tightly clasping 
cunt. 

It was going exactly as she had planned. 

Drawing deeply on the mouthpiece of her aqualung, she pulled it away from 
her face and slowly, mockingly, mouthed one word so that even though he 
could not hear, he would understand. 

"Softy!" 

Then, taking another deep breath, she maneuvered in the warm water until, 
her dark tresses were trailing like a mermaid's, she drifted down to his 
loins. She pulled his thickening cock quickly into her mouth, deeply and 
sucked. From the corner of her eye she could see the unbelieving expression 
on Dago Bill's face. It was plain nothing like this had ever happened to him 
before. 

For minutes she alternated with either the mouthpiece of the aqualung or his 
quickly-hardening cock between her lips. The weirdness of the situation was 
obviously getting to him. 

When his wildly throbbing penis was like a rod of steel, she took her mouth 
away, gulped more air from the lung, and pulled his loins up to her. Parting 
her lips, she closed them over the sac, feeling the fullness and warmth of 
them. Once, twice, three times she ran her tongue around them, sucking, 
until she knew she must breathe again in seconds. 

Then she bit down savagely, with all the strength in her jaws! 

Her sharp little teeth ripped through the outer skin of his scrotum and then 
through cords and tendons. In underwater slow-motion, she twisted her head, 
hanging on like a bulldog, teeth slashing like the jaws of a Doberman 
pinscher even as his body attempted to jackknife in agony. 

And in an instant it was over! She spat one egg-shaped testicle from her 
mouth, saw the other hanging by only a thin Cord. With a quick scissoring of 
her legs, Aura Lee kicked away from the spreading pool of fresh blood, 
moving like a porpoise with the aid of her flippers. Through the lung, she 
gulped air. 

A hundred feet away. John Stacy, letting a pry bar drop from his fingers, 
was starting toward her. She swirled, grabbed the spear gun and pointed 
urgently toward the surface. Already she could see long, ominous 
white-bellied shapes moving in on the blood like underwater missiles. She 
outswam him to the glittering sun-heated surface and went for the boat like 
a torpedo. Shedding the scuba gear as she reached the rope ladder, she 
scrambled up it. He was close behind her, as triangular fins swarmed toward 
them. Beneath them they heard the loud thud of a shark slamming into the 
side of the boat! Both were gasping as Manny and LeRoi quickly pulled them 
over the rail. 

"What the hell happened?" John panted. 

Breasts heaving, hair streaming over her face, Aura Lee found it easy to 
say, "Dago Bill pooped out! He went to sit and I guess he sat on a coral 
spike that cut a big artery in his thigh. He just spurted blood. I tried to 
stop it with my fingers, but no way. I had to get out!" 

"Oh, Jesus!" Nona moaned, sick to her stomach as she saw the surface 
suddenly explode in thrashing black shapes three sharks were fighting over a 
leg! Well, however the people came out, on this expedition the sharks were 
having a feast. First the Greek and now Dago Bill. Her thoughts were 
reflected in the callous comment uttered by Mister Lum an instant later. 

"Sharks 2, Home team Zero." 

For a short time, Aura Lee Talent was afraid John Stacy might accuse her of 
murder, and then realized there was no way he could. He had been far enough 
distant that the water would have dimmed and distorted his vision. She had 
no knife or any weapon except the spear gun, and that was unfired. To 
someone that far away, it might well have looked as she bent over Dago 
Bill's loins, that she was indeed trying to stop a flow of blood instead of 
castrating him with her mouth, the way the Australian sheepherders did it. 
She relaxed. 

Frenchy stood aside, quiet, wary. He didn't like it. When the sharks had 
gone, it was he who volunteered to dive and recover the equipment. He didn't 
know what to make of it when he found the spear gun unfired they couldn't 
have used it, retrieved the spear and reloaded. Maybe the dark-haired chick 
was telling the truth. But he sure as hell doubted it. 

John Stacy was not satisfied either, but he was not sure why. It could have 
happened as Aura Lee said, but he knew Dago Bill as an experienced scuba 
diver. Not a man to sit his ass down on a coral spike. 

* * * 

'This thing is turning to shit," John Stacy said. "I should be able to think 
of something." 

"Damn, I'm about ready to call Harry Carp," Mister Lum said, refilling their 
water glasses with straight rum. 

"Nobody-likes a smart ass." 

"Hell, I'm out of my depth," Mister Lum admitted. "Harry wouldn't take it 
hard. I haven't hurt you, and I've lost three men. Harry's not a bad chap." 

"Write him a love letter." 

"No shit, to him this is business, like it is to me, mate. And business he 
doesn't much care about, or he'd be aboard!" Mister Lum sighed. "Last time I 
saw Harry Carp he hit me with a bottle." 

"Not very nice." 

"Worse than that. It was my bottle. It was full. It broke." 

"Maybe we should get rid of the cunt and come back. Cunt aboard ship are bad 
news." 

"Drink to that." 

They drank with a determination, and they got very drunk. 

* * * 

As the night wore on, Frenchy withdrew to what he considered a good battle 
station and began honing a knife which had served him well for years. 

The three women, seeing the men getting drunker, took the lifeboat over to 
the Carmen. 

They had suddenly become friends although they were not sure they liked each 
other. 

LeRoi and Manny disappeared as best they could, smelling trouble, and LeRoi 
said, "I think we outa sweet fuckin' an' suckin', an' they's trouble comin'. 
" 

Frenchy decided he would be better off on a boat, even a slow boat, with 
three women than on this pistol with two hard guys who were getting smashed, 
and a couple of mulattos who might decide to just call it a bad job, cut 
everybody's throat and go into the boat business. 

* * * 

"You did a good job, honey," Vallie said. "Just like you planned it? No 
knife?" 

"With my own little teeth. Cracked his nuts." 

"You mean you...? " Nona said, beginning to realize. 

In explicit detail, they told her, and she wanted to be sick. Then they 
argued that a man who would do something like sodomizing her deserved no 
better fate, and while Nona could not agree, she could see the reason behind 
their thinking. Hadn't she seen men, including her own husband, doing 
equally vile things to them? 

The only real hole in this line of thought was that Nona had to admit to 
herself that, once the men started with her, she loved it! If only Jolin had 
been man enough to overcome her almost-juvenile objections and teach her 
himself 

what a marriage they might have had! As it was, Nona doubted he cared for 
her at all any longer. True, he had killed the Greek for sodomizing her, but 
she suspected that was more outraged male vanity than concern for her. 

Unaccountably, her initial revulsion toward the ravishing redhead and the 
immoral Aura Lee had dissipated. She did not cringe when they touched her 
near-naked body or put their arms around her and even caressed her breasts. 

"Baby, let's all go to bed," Vallie whispered, her tongue circling Nona's 
ear while her fingers squeezed her nipples to hardness. "We don't need those 
drunken sailors." 

"The three of us," Aura Lee Talent murmured, sliding her fingers deftly up 
between Nona's trembling thighs to find the wetly-swelling cunt-lips. 

Nona couldn't reply. But she made no resistance as they led her to the big 
bed in the master cabin. The two of them lay down with her between them, in 
a dim light. They kissed and fondled her to fresh arousal. She found herself 
caressing Aura Lee's dark head while her own breasts were being kissed and 
sucked and squeezed, and her shapely white thighs were opening wide to give 
Vallie's eagerly-licking tongue quick and unhindered access to the wetness 
of her eagerly throbbing cunt. 

From time to time the three bodies languidly changed positions, and Nona 
found her tongue delving eagerly into the sweet-scented pussy of Aura Lee, 
licking up the beautiful brunette's flowing juices, while Vallie's warm 
sensuous mouth was glued tightly to her own pulsing pussy and Aura Lee's 
face was lost in the pale, hot flesh of Vallie's thighs. 

None of them heard the Frenchman come hand-over-hand up the anchor rope. 

For a long time he crouched like a cat outside a mouse hole, watching and 
listening. It was bizarre, but he believed that damn Aura Lee could have 
bitten Dago Bill's balls off and-likely had. Well, that was over and done 
with. And these broads were all queer as Hogan's goat. Damn, the way they 
were licking each other, all three at one time. Tongues sliding in and out 
of each other's pussies, lips sucking, hands pinching and grabbing and 
sliding. 

Well, he'd wait until they were a little tired, and then take his pick. The 
blonde, Nona, was the snooty one, and she sure did have a nice, 
tight-looking ass-hole. He'd fuck her there, and make the other give him 
tongue jobs while he did it lick his balls and everything. From the pocket 
of his water-soaked jeans, he drew the knife and flicked the blade open... 

Frenchy was so engrossed in the lewd sight of the three entwined women that 
he never heard John Stacy climb over the stern of the motorsailer. Stacy 
made no immediate move, although he spotted the hulking voyeur. He was at 
the state of drunkenness where he had suddenly become sober and saw things 
with great clarity, and his mind worked at top speed. Through a different 
porthole, he watched the same action. It was unbelievable to him that his 
young, puritanical wife could be involved in something like this! The other 
vile, obscene things she had done she had at least been partly pressured 
into. 

Now, she was the aggressor! 

He could either kill her or enjoy her. 

Maybe enjoy her and then kill her. Who could blame him? 

Meanwhile, there was the Frenchman, with his knife. John didn't feel like 
fighting a man with a knife at the moment. He realized how much rum he had 
poured down and knew his reflexes would be off. He forced himself to wait 
his chance. 

It was not long in coming. The Frenchman made it possible. 

When the Frenchman guessed the women were satisfied with their sexual 
excesses he slipped, silently barefoot, into the cabin that was rich with 
the smell of female cum. They half-screamed in surprise and fear when his 
deeply-tanned form, clad only in dungarees, appeared. 

"I will join the party," he said, grinning. "And if I am not invited..." he 
gestured with the gleaming knife ". . . I may use this! But I do not think I 
will have to. It would be so easy to tell John Stacy how his wife is now a 
lesbian. And to tell Mister Lum how Dago Bill really died. The.Dago was a 
valuable man. Well. . . ? " 

Vallie made the decision, after long silence as she said, "It could be hell, 
mostly for Nona. What's one more cock? Which one of us do you want?" 

"All three!" He stripped his pants off and his rigid penis sprung free, long 
and throbbing, standing nearly upright from his hard-muscled belly. He 
pointed to Vallie and Aura Lee. "You two start me on a trip around the world 
and you, blonde bitch, bring your pussy over where I can lick it a little 
and play with your ass-hole!" 

The three beautiful women exchanged glances and finally moved to obey. As 
the Frenchman lay on his back, the knife held in his right hand, they bent 
and began to lick his naked body. 

He stretched, opening his hairy legs wide so they could mouth his genitals. 
With his left hand he pulled the humiliated Nona to him, made her lie on her 
side and part her velvet-like thighs. He cushioned his head on the warm 
flesh, turned his face so his mouth was against her wetly throbbing pussy. 
As his tongue speared eagerly into her sweet cuntal depths, he boldly pushed 
his fingers between her splayed ass-cheeks and wormed one, two and then 
three into her unresisting anal opening. 

All the while, the knife was held ready. He knew if they didn't obey, he 
would enjoy using it. And they knew it also. After several minutes, as moist 
lips and slithering tongues made his entire body glisten and Vallie had 
taken his cock deep into her mouth and was deftly if not eagerly sucking, he 
pushed them all away. 

"Enough of that. . . you, blondie, up on your hands and knees and get your 
ass wide open! Aura Lee, you just lick my cock and get it nice and wet so it 
doesn't tear your girl friend's ass-hole apart when I stick it up her tail. 
And you, Red, you put it in for me!" 

Groaning, sick with disgust at the sight they might present to anyone who 
might see them-thank God no one could Nona, completely subjugated by both 
men and women in the past few days, docilely assumed the subservient 
position she knew so well by now. She looked back without showing emotion as 
Frenchy mounted her from behind, the wetly glistening cudgel of his penis 
swaying in fleshy menace. Aura Lee was licking it and his cum-filled balls, 
and Vallie was holding its pulsating hardness in her fingers. This didn't 
seem to bother them. 

Nona didn't resist. She even tried to help, spreading her knees wide, 
lowering herself until her face was on the mattress and her defenseless 
buttocks stretched so that her tight little anus presented a perfect target. 
The quicker he got into her, the quicker he'd get out, she thought in quiet 
desperation. She could see the other girls licking and sucking, and then she 
felt the hot, rubbery tip pushing at her defensively puckering anus. She 
grunted and jerked back to receive it as Vallie held it in place and the 
Frenchman lunged forward, driving his hot implacable cock far up into her 
rectum. 

It was long and wet and hard, and the young blonde bride hardly felt any 
pain as he plunged to his full length in one skilted stroke. She grunted 
softly and swayed her ass lewdly, fucking back at him, feeling the sudden 
rise of pleasure in her loins. 

And then the four figures on the bed froze as John Stacy burst into the 
cabin, roaring like an enraged bull. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

In Nona's lust-blurred mind it was almost the scene she had gone through 
when John caught the Greek doing the same thing to her, only this time much 
more horrible because there were others and it was even more brutal. John's 
shout of rage had been enough to startle Frenchy into dropping the knife. 

And then John was on him, jerking him out of her body. But instead of 
battering him with his fists, he hit him only once not hard enough to knock 
him out, but to immobilize him. 

"Son of a bitch fuck my wife in the ass and use a knife!" he bellowed. 
Seemingly without effort, he heaved Frenchy up through the hatch, a distance 
of a good eight feet. He grabbed the knife and went after him, his heavy 
muscles cording with insane rage as the semi-conscious Frenchy tried to pick 
himself up from the tossing deck of the Carmen. With murder in his eyes, 
Stacy looked at him, and Frenchy knew there was no chance of mercy. He could 
see the stunned faces of the women peering from the hatchway as Stacy, his 
chest heaving, reached down and with one big hand seized the 

Frenchman's still erect penis and squeezed with all his strength. He said, 
his voice lower now, 'if I'm not man enough to do this trick, you might live 
... I doubt it." 

like a circus strong man, he began to lift directly upwards, unmindful of 
the other man's terrible scream of pain. Frenchy, attempting to ease the 
agony, actually helped, raising groggily on tiptoes as he tried to pull away 
from the racking agony centered in his genitals. As he came up, John Stacy 
threw all his muscle into the effort. 

"Aaaaaaauuuu uuuggggghhhhheeeeeeee!! ! ! " Frenchy cried out, his scream 
terrifying in its agony. 

Every muscle in his hard young body straining, with his one clenched fist 
Stacy lifted the other until he dangled over the rail, a hundred and seventy 
pounds held by a sac of crushed testicles and a now limp penis. 

In his other hand, Stacy held the knife with which Frenchy had terrorized 
the women. Now he made one slashing movement. Blood spurted and there was a 
spattering of fecal matter in the instant before the screaming, writhing 
body hit the water. Panting, he threw the severed penis and still-attached 
testicles to the deck. 

"Fucker," he said. His eyes found the horrified face of his lovely blonde 
wife and he said, "We'll talk later." 

"Good thinking," a voice said. From the bridge, Mister Lum looked down, a 
machine pistol held across his arms. Less than an hour before, he had 
appeared to be dead drunk, but if so, he'd recovered just as he had from 
eating octopus. "I don't like to interfere in family affairs, but I think 
we'd better have a talk, John. You still look hot. Start swimming to my 
boat." 

"Sharks!" Aura Lee shouted, as dorsal fins began to swarm around the shrilly 
screaming Frenchman. 

"We'll take the dinghy," Mister Lum conceded, then grimaced as the man in 
the water shrieked once more before his head was bitten off with one loud 
snapping of a shark's mouth. 

* * * 

"You are a hard man," Mister Lum said as they raised glasses. "You might at 
least have cut his throat first." 

"Fuck him ... fuck it all." 

The shock of what he had done was just now hitting Stacy. He was not sorry 
that he had killed Frenchy ... he was only surprised that he had so much 
strength. He thought how easy it would be to reach across the wardroom table 
and with a single blow smash Mister Lum's throat, kill him in an instant. 
But he didn't want to do that, even though Mister Lum had violated his 
then-innocent wife. In time, they would settle that matter, but not through 
a sneak attack. Mister Lum seemed to understand this also. He brushed back 
his sandy hair and spoke. 

"Guess who's coming to have late supper with us?" 

"Fidel Castro?" 

"Harry Carp. True. He was yelping for you on the radio and I replied. He 
knows the situation. He'll negotiate." 

"He'd negotiate to ship snow to Siberia." 

"Well, we should get some sort of story together." 

On the Carmen the three young women were also trying to get a story 
together, something to appease the wrath of John Stacy. Each was convinced 
that, had Mister Lum not been there, Stacy would have taken the knife to 
them next. They went into detail on their varied encounters with the men, 
not sparing themselves. When Nona mentioned the vibrator Mister Lum had 
pushed up her ass and then discovered it didn't work, Aura Lee went white 
and cursed. She ran to her gear locker and after several minutes of 
searching, discovered it was gone. She knew immediately that Mister Lum had 
the film, had the only card that could keep her in this deadly game. 

"What is it, baby?" Vallie asked. 

"Nothing important," Aura Lee replied. "Just something I lost." 

She was thinking fast. She had no one to turn to but John Stacy if anyone 
could get the films back, he would be the one. And he was savage enough to 
do the job. 

* * * 

A large amphibian plane roared low over the two anchored boats, and Stacy 
signaled with a light from the power craft. Minutes later, the still-slender 
but hard-mouthed figure of Harry Carp came aboard. From the bridge, Mister 
Lum trained a machine gun on the other men in the plane. It had been agreed 
Harry would come alone. Moments later the amphib wallowed in the lazy 
troughs, gathered speed, began to lift, and was gone. Harry Carp took the 
stub of a cigar from his mouth and flipped it into the ocean. 

"You always were a murderous bastard, Mister Lum," he said. "What's the body 
count?" 

"Four. Your friend killed three and a chick knocked off the other." 

They talked for an hour over glasses of dark rum, and finally Harry Carp 
said, "It comes to this. You've found some rocks and they look good. 
Meanwhile, that pussycat Aura Lee is holding up the whole show, keeping the 
charts back. Let's go get 'em." 

"How?" the other two said in unison. 

"Fuck it out of them." He stared hard as Mister Lum and went on. "You say 
they're queer for each other which one's weakest?" 

"Nona," Mister Lum said without hesitating. "Vallie broke Aura Lee in, and 
then Aura Lee turned Nona on ... maybe they're still fighting over her." 

"Let's go." Harry Carp showed no emotion as he said to John, "Your beautiful 
blonde bride is going to get the heavy action. Aura Lee may break to save 
her. It looks like she's gone a long way down the road these past few days." 

John Stacy remembered how Nona had so eagerly taken to sucking, and even 
getting a cock deep in her tight little ass, and now she was making it with 
girls. Well, she had to pay for that trip. 

"Let's go fuck her," he said. "All of us at once." 

Again the small boat crossed the water to the Carmen. For all their talk, 
the women had accomplished little, and they had been drinking. Aura Lee was 
momentarily terrified at the appearance of the cold-eyed Harry Carp and even 
more so when he put the question of the missing charts to them. 

Aura Lee was glad she hadn't told the others that Mister Lum now had the 
film, but she was filled with fear as she and Vallie were quickly manacled 
to the mast which rose through the deck of the big cabin of the motorsailer 
while Nona cowered on one of the wide bunks which could be turned into beds. 
Harry Carp smiled without humor as he spoke to Aura Lee. 

"We're through fucking with you, girl. We want the charts. Now. Or your 
pretty blonde girl friend gets it gaud! And when we can't use her anymore, 
it's your turn!" 

"Oooooh, my God!" Nona said, pleading helplessly to her implacable husband 
as he dropped his dungarees and stood with his huge penis throbbing and 
ready for female flesh. She looked with terrified eyes to Vallie and Aura 
Lee and saw no hope there. "Why me ... oh. why meeeeeee!! ! " 

"Because you're here, Nona." Harry Carp said, stripping naked as Mister Lum. 
grinning, did the same. 

"Make it quick," John Stacy said, seeing his revenge upon his wanton and 
unfaithful wife within reach, forgetting that it was he who put her in this 
degrading position. He considered the rich curves of her hips and buttocks, 
the resilient mounds of her full, wide-set breasts, the abject terror in her 
eyes. Her tiny belly shook with fear and tears streamed from her eyes as he 
continued, "I want her ass-hole. You two fight over whatever's left!" 

"Oh, John!" Nona gasped. 

"You know the position well enough by now," he said with fury. "Get it up 
there!" 

Subserviently, she rose to knees and elbows, splaying herself wide, offering 
the plane of her tight anus for his impalement. Such a thing was terrible 
enough in itself, but was he going to do it to her with the others watching? 
Maybe using her at the same time? She couldn't believe it! She bent and 
waited, hoping he'd at least try to prepare her. 

John didn't. He moved behind her on his knees and savagely rammed a thumb 
into her tightly-puckered anus. 

"Aaaaaauuuuuggghhhh!" she cried out, squirming at the pain. 

"You didn't yell like that when the fucking Frenchy screwed your tail," her 
husband said as he plunged his thumb in and out urgently, pulling tender 
pink flesh with it. "Open up wide, kid, here it comes, all the way up to 
your fucking throat!" 

Before Nona realized what was happening, the lust-bloated head of his cock 
rammed himself for a totally-impaling thrust, and then with all the fury and 
strength of his young, hard-muscled body, jammed into her tender flesh. It 
felt like she was getting split by a great piston. 

"Aaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh!! ! " she shrieked in agony as the weight of his body 
crushed her to the bunk and her legs flailed. She felt the full length of 
him ripping into her, filling her back passage with unendurable heat it was 
far worse than what the Greek had done! "Eeeeeuuuuugggghhhhh!" 

"Shut up and fuck, you slut!" 

Remorselessly he began to slam in and out of her futilely straining rectum 
even as his hands jerked her upward so she was again on her knees, her 
thrashing ass-cheeks pointed at the overhead. With each smashing lunge, she 
cried out in pure pain. For a minute she actually fainted, slumping forward, 
and then her attacker held her trembling hips up until she recovered. It was 
a short time, but enough for her body to adjust to the brutal ravage men t 
and now John was only flexing the length of his long thick penis in her, and 
she was responding to that, beginning to relax. 

It was actually feeling good, now that the initial torture was past! She 
rocked slightly, feeling his hotly throbbing cock probe her rectum and 
softly sighed, "Oooooooohhhh ... ooooooohhhhhh!! ! ! " 

"Yeah, you like it up your ass," he said. "Well, there's a lot more waiting 
for you. Nona baby!" 

Again he began to fuck into her, but not so brutally now, as if he wanted to 
arouse her. And Nona was aroused. In minutes she was screwing back, raising 
her nakedly churning buttocks, trying to feel him deeper up inside her 
rectum. 

She worked a hand back under her clenching belly to find her clitoris and 
massage it furiously while her quivering ass-cheeks swung in wide circles 
and then she was cumming! 

"Oooooohhhh! Screw me! Fuck me!" she moaned as the hot fire inside her burst 
loose and the pale-white cum began to spurt from the clenching lips of her 
pussy. Lost in her mindless passion, she could only cry out, "Keep it in me, 
up me, fucking meeeee!" 

"Roll over, Nona, you've just started!" 

His big hands were tipping her, turning her, so she found herself lying atop 
him her back against his chest with his rampant cock still buried to the 
hilt in her rectum while her legs splayed wide on either side of his heaving 
body. 

"Okay, somebody fuck her," John called out. 

In an instant, Mister Lum had crawled between their open legs, his thick 
menacing cock ready. Nona felt it pushing against the now-slippery lips of 
her cunt. I can I take them both at once! But Mister Lum was forcing entry. 
She wept in pain and shame with the sudden intrusion of another penis that 
plunged up into her belly even as her uncaring husband's pounded without 
mercy up deep into her wide-stretched anus. 

"You're killing meeeee!" She tried to struggle but both men held her tightly 
sandwiched between them. She could feel the two angry penises rubbing 
together through the thin membrane which separated her cuntal and rectal 
passages, and she groaned in pain and humiliation. "How can you do this to a 
woman...? " 

"Easy, pretty blonde," Mister Lum said as he fucked up into her shaking 
body. "First you find a woman, and then..." 

The two men stopped moving for a minute, and her tortured flesh began to 
accept their rigidly throbbing penises. Now that they were both deep inside 
her, it didn't feel so bad. She flexed her muscles and her body undulated. 

"Wrap your legs around my back, Nona," Lum commanded. 

Mindlessly, she obeyed, and they began to fuck in and out of her in rhythm. 

It suddenly felt good! She wanted these wonderfully hard cocks in her! 

With wet, sluicing sounds, they plunged in and out of her now-eager flesh, 
buffeting her between them, their naked bodies slapping moistly together. 
Groaning in mounting ecstasy, she clamped her long, slender legs tight 
around the man above her while she felt her husband's cock spear deep up 
into her wide-stretched rectum from below. 

"Cumming ... I'm cummmiinnng!! ! " Nona cried out, her dark eyes rolling in 
her head as she clawed in passion at both men and her body jerked wildly as 
the hot. sweet fluids were released from deep inside it. "Keep fucking! I 
can keep cumming!" 

She was conscious then of Harry Carp moving to the end of the bed, to her 
head, turning her face toward his naked loins, where his long heavy cock 
stood out throbbingly erect. He knelt over her face and rubbed the tip over 
her lust-contorted lips, and she could taste the saltiness of his 
pre-seminal fluid on her tongue. 

She ovalled her lips and kissed the burgeoning head and then sucked it into 
her mouth voraciously. 

"You Goddamn animals!" Vallie screamed. "Pick on a man!" 

Nona tried with all her strength to respond to each lunging stroke of the 
three penises. Her voluptuous young body rocked in complete wantonness and 
she held Harry Carp's balls in her fingers and rolled them sensuously. God! 
She was cumming again! It felt like she was going to explode and wondered if 
any other woman had ever been fucked by three men at once so beautifully! 
She no longer cared what she looked like ... all she wanted to be was what 
she was at this moment being taken anally, vaginally, and orally. And 
somewhere, Vallie was still yelling. She let Harry Carp's warm hard cock 
escape her wetly rounded lips for a moment. 

"Shut up, damn it, they're fucking meeeee!! ! ! " 

Urgently she guided the mushroom-shaped head again into her devouring mouth, 
her tongue swirling, probing the little slit at the end, drawing him so deep 
into her throat that she nearly choked, but unable to restrain herself with 
the two wonderfully rigid cocks ramming deep into her vitals below. Suddenly 
those penises were swelling to an almost intolerable size. Then they jerked 
simultaneously and began spewing their hot, pent-up semen into her yearning 
belly, and she could feel the great flood rushing from the flexing lips of 
her cunt and her tightly-clenched anus. This drove her to suck even more 
furiously on Harry Carp's swelling phallus, and her soft wet mouth made the 
head grow until it alone almost filled her straining mouth. Abruptly her own 
release was triggered, and she bucked and moaned, and in passion bit down on 
the thick ejaculating cock. 

Nona heard Harry yell in sudden pain, and-in her mindless passion she 
continued to hold his cum-emptying balls tightly, furiously milking his 
throbbing staff with her other hand, as the sweet thick cum flooded into her 
throat and belly. She tightened the muscles of her genitals, trying to hold 
the still-spurting staffs of her husband and Mister Lum in her pussy and 
anus while she drank every drop of Harry Carp's delicious semen. She held 
them all to her until their maleness was soft and empty and her own young, 
vibrant body had stopped quaking out its orgasm. 

Wide-eyed, Nona finally regained her senses. She saw Vallie and Aura Lee, 
chained to the mast, both staring at her, unbelieving. She gulped, her 
throat still hot with cum and managed to speak. 

"What a fuck!" 

'They didn't break," John Stacy said, looking wearily at Harry Carp as Harry 
drew away from Nona, a thick string of cooling cum linking his penis with 
her lust-swollen lips. "They didn't give a shit what we did with her." 

"No point to fucking that pair they could take on a herd of wart hogs," 
Mister Lum observed. 

"In the days of wooden ships and iron men, the cat o' nine tails worked 
well," Harry Carp said. "Would there be anything in that line aboard?" 

"It happens a masochistic chick I knew in Panama gave me one," Mister Lum 
said. "Taught me to use it on her until her pretty ass was cherry-red." 

"How many strokes?" 

"It would depend on how they're laid on," Mister Lum said, considering the 
two naked and manacled girls. "Now, we could tie Aura Lee wide open on the 
bowsprit and lay a few on her pussy. Then dash sea water on it. Burns like 
bloody hell. Trouble there is it tears up a cunt." 

"The world is full of cunt," said John Stacy, joining the game. "Mister Lum, 
if you will bring the cat, I will bring the bucket of water. It's night, but 
we have plenty of lights." 

"They won't do it ... they wouldn't dare to do it!" Aura Lee whispered to 
Vallie. 

"How many sharks did you see at the dinner table?" 

Mister Lum went to fetch the cat o' nine tails, while John Stacy rigged a 
line to a canvas bucket. 

By the time arrangements were complete, Harry Carp had made one change. 
Rather than spread her young body on the bowsprit, Aura Lee would be 
spread-eagled on the rigging of the mainmast. There, she would suffer only 
upward strokes of the lash. 

"The boat is rocking. Mister Lum, and no matter how skilled, you could miss 
by an inch and that would really tear her pretty cunt right out from between 
her legs, and there's been enough fatal loss of blood." 

Screaming, the dark-haired girl was dragged naked to the rigging and bound 
in place, her legs pulled far apart, a light playing on the round globes of 
her tightly-clenched buttocks as she tried desperately to protect the tender 
flesh of her pussy. 

"Twenty strokes, Mister Lum," Harry Carp intoned. 

Lum laid the first one, lightly, across the taut-muscled ass-cheeks. The 
girl screamed and writhed and tears ran. 

"An upstroke on the cunt, Mister Lum," Harry said. 

The many-thonged lash whistled up between the wide-splayed thighs, and 
barely touched the quivering lips of her cunt. Mister Lum knew how to use 
the cat she would feel nothing more than a mild bee-sting. Had he wanted to, 
he could have flayed her flesh to the bone. 

In near-hysterics, Aura Lee screamed for mercy and broke. One thing remained 
in her mind she could not speak for Mister Lum to hear. Sobbing, she begged 
John Stacy and Harry Carp to come to her. She was gasping, her ass-cheeks 
and pussy on fire, as she whispered the words to them. 

"Mister Lum," she whispered. "He found them today in a dildo he put up Nona 
... films. Don't know what he did with them ... so help me God, it's true!" 

"So we have to get the cat away from him," Stacy said. "Aura Lee, can you 
take one more crack across your ass? I can grab it when his arm is stretched 
out. Otherwise, it's murder." 

"If I have to," she whispered. She swallowed. 

"But on my behind ... God, but just having that thing touch your cunt is 
brutal!" 

"We'll have him match the stripes from the first stroke," Harry Carp said 
with a chuckle. "Call you tiger-ass." 

"If he lays on a good one, I'm going to cum!" she gasped and strained, 
actually extending her smooth round buttocks in anticipation as the lips of 
her pussy opened wide. 

"Lay a good one right across her ass," Harry Carp ordered Mister Lum. "Don't 
tear her cunt open." 

"My pleasure." 

The cat o'nine tails whistled, the lashes wrapping themselves around the 
quaking globes of Aura Lee's buttocks. She screamed, and her naked body 
jerked convulsively as she reached orgasm. 

But before they hit the deck, John Stacy had the wet tips in hand and was 
jerking the butt of the whip from Mister Lum's hand and cracking him across 
the head with it, sending him to the deek, where Harry Carp pinned the 
stunned man until Stacy could find the manacles which had held Aura Lee and 
lock his wrists around his back. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Aura Lee moaned, her body grinding against the rigging 
as hot cum gushed down her splayed thighs. 

For lack of a better place. Mister Lum was thrown, in irons, into the chain 
locker of the power boat. A stubborn man, he refused to admit he had stolen 
the films. 

In the morning, he was put to the torture, one only Harry Carp would have 
devised. He was tied to the bowsprit of the Carmen and the motorsailer 
slowly moved out to sea, its prow dipping into the swells as Mister Lum, 
securely held in a rope harness, dangled inches from the surface, and 
sometimes got dunked. A quarter of bloody beef which Mister Lum had 
provisioned his boat with had been transferred and now dangled from the same 
bowsprit, only inches away from his straining body. The motorsailer was 
going with a gentle wind, but both the big diesels were turning over, ready 
to spew out their full power with a shove on the throttles. 

Sharks came to the blood, surging up from the clear water, snapping at the 
beef, and then at Lum. One slashed at a dangling leg, ripping it open, and 
fresh blood flowed. They were in a frenzy at the scent of it, and one after 
another came for him, turning belly up and leaping out of the water in blood 
frenzy as they reached the surface. 

In agony, his flesh ripped, the life-blood draining from his body, Lum cried 
out his surrender. 

Grinning, LeRoi and Manny hauled on the lines and pulled him to the deck. 
They had fish line ready for tourniquets. Although he had lost blood, he was 
still conscious. They gave him a stiff drink of Demerara rum and stitched 
his torn flesh together with nylon cord and a sailing needle and bandaged 
it. 

"You had to be hard-nosed," Harry Carp said. "Too bad." 

"Up yours, old buddy," Mister Lum whispered from his bunk. "The bloody film 
that I haven't looked at is in the wheelhouse of my tub taped behind the 
picture of a blonde." He managed a smile. "I do think there may be something 
under all those old stones down there. Let me know what you find ... and you 
can borrow my boat. I won't be using it for a few days." 

And then he drifted into sleep. 

* * * 

LeRoi and Manny were only to happy to stay alive four days later. One of the 
unpredictable tropical storms had swept over the Bahama banks and, if John 
Stacy hadn't insisted on putting out buoys, they never would have found the 
place again. 

The two boats had managed to stay within sight of one another, although the 
Carmen was having to sail reefed, with only a bit of jib and jigger, the 
main and for'sls rightly lashed and the sea anchor trailing astern. It had 
been an early storm, and not too severe, unless you wanted to do anything 
foolish like cook food or make coffee. And Mister Lum was more or less up 
and about, but not too strong. 

Two more days, and the seas were calm. The vessels, the hot power boat being 
commanded by Harry Carp with LeRoi and Vallie crewing, the others aboard the 
Carmen, returned and found the buoys. 

The hydraulic dredge was rigged. It would suck sand away from the ballast 
heap, leaving only coral and, hopefully, treasure. 

LeRoi and Manny volunteered to help with the diving and dredging. Mister 
Lum, almost recovered, would watch the weather from topside. The three 
women, with nothing much to do except prepare meals, found a comfortable 
routine through the week. During the day they had each other, and at night 
the men. 

Nobody was pressing. Not yet. 

But there were tensions. The women were seeking the men. 

Aura Lee yielded to hers, and lured the dark-skinned LeRoi and Manny away in 
the lifeboat to catch fish. As the small boat rolled through the easy 
swells, she studied their young, brown bodies and thought about both of them 
fucking her at once. She had to know what Nona had felt, having two men in 
her at once, driving their lust inspired cocks into her, making her cum and 
cum and cum... 

When they were well out of sight of the two larger boats, she made them stop 
the motor. Then, on the softly surging sea, she told them what she wanted. 

"No way, gal," LeRoi said. "No way it gonna do you any good if you go at it 
quick. Manny and I just pop so soon you all hung up. We cum one time, we go 
all day, but this trip different." 

"I have to have it the way I told you," she said. 

"Take a long time. You drain us both, we get up again with you suckin' an' 
then we fuck you the way you ask." 

"Get naked!" she said. 

They stripped their faded shorts off and lay back. With hunger, she reached 
for their restlessly stirring cocks, stroking them. LeRoi was on her right, 
Manny on the left. She brought the throbbing heads of their penises together 
and licked each at once, then parted them enough to enclose the hot glans of 
each separately with her mouth. She moaned in urgency, feeling the fires 
building within her. She wanted them to cum in her yearning mouth, but more 
than that she wanted them in that special way... 

Within minutes, she realized that LeRoi had told the truth ... they were too 
aroused now to do her any good. Even as his hot eager cum began to spurt 
from the head of his cock, the thick shaft she pumped and rubbed urgently 
against her cheeks with her other hand was wildly throbbing, ready to 
explode. Wantonly she sucked LeRoi, and barely had time to pull her mouth 
away from him and tightly oval her lips over the thickness of Manny before 
he too was jerking and spraying his hot sperm into her throat. She gulped 
wildly, her cheeks hollowing as she swallowed, and when the hot white jets 
ended, she lingeringly kissed and licked each of the slowly-shrinking staff, 
it had been to quick. 

"Told you we couldn' last," LeRoi said with a satisfied grin. "Now. in a 
li'l while, you can suck us both up hard, an' we'll do it for you!" 

Her mouth still rich with their cum. Aura Lee mumbled her surrender. She did 
not hesitate a half hour later when LeRoi pulled her head down to his crotch 
and guided his long flaccid penis into her mouth. She sucked and tongued it. 

When it was rigid between her lips, Aura Lee moved to capture Manuel's in 
her mouth, stroking LeRoi's slowly, keeping him deliciously hard. When 
Manuel was aroused, iron-hot and hard as an oak tree, she broke away from 
them and lay on her left side in the bottom of the heaving boat, gasping, 
"Now!" 

She cried out in mixed pain and pleasure as the two men, one behind and the 
other pressed tight to her quaking belly. 

"Oooohhhh ... ooowwwwwww ... FUCK!" she cried out. 

She had never felt two cocks reaming up into her anal passage and her pussy 
at once, and with all her young body she began to fuck with both the men who 
held her sandwiched between them. 

It was all pleasure, except that they held her so tight she felt she was 
going to die of suffocation, and then she was screaming out her climax the 
wildest she'd ever experienced. 

* * * 

Looking up at Mister Lum, torn and bandaged on the bridge of the power boat, 
Vallie leered and said, "Smart ass!" 

She laughed when Mister Lum raised his middle finger at her. 

John Stacy and Harry Carp struggled into their scuba outfits time after time 
and dove on the wreck. They found bits of coral-crusted iron, an anchor, 
coins welded by centuries in the sea exciting, but not promises that rich 
treasure in bullion and plate lay below. Only the dredging would decide 
that. 

LeRoi and Manny did most of the dredge work, and after nearly a week said 
they had finally cleared the way to the remnants of ship's timbers and 
pieces of a keel. Excitement spread. 

By this time Mister Lum was able to move about, even in severe pain, and was 
able to join the others at the rail of the boat when the two dark men 
splashed to the surface and climbed the boarding ladder. 

"They somethin' there, boss," LeRoi said. "Been there a long time. Me an' 
Manny pooped out, an' you prool'y want to bring it up yourselves. Need the 
winch and half-inch chain." 

"You take the dive, John," Harry Carp said. 

John slipped his scuba gear on, and was surprised to find Nona putting on 
her rig and saying, "After all I've been through, I want to see the end ... 
and you don't go down alone." 

"Suit yourself," he said, looking away from her pleading eyes. "We wrap this 
job and whatever comes from it is yours. I can always find a new boat." 

"And a new woman," she said bitterly. "Let's go down!" 

They slipped into the softly-rolling sea and followed the buoy line to the 
wreck. LeRoi and Manny had marked the important places. 

At first John could not believe what he found and then he would have laughed 
if he wasn't looking at so much tragedy. Through his face mask, he could see 
the shock on Nona's face, and, to give her something to do, motioned her to 
swim the winch cable to the point he designated. She did, and he hooked it 
securely to a coral-crusted heavy chain. Then he signalled her to go up to 
the surface. Minutes later they were aboard the big power boat. 

"Take it up slow," he sadly said to Manny, who was at the winch, and to 
Harry Carp, "Two thousand each a long time ago." 

Harry Carp and Mister Lum stood close by as the winch whined and the cable 
slowly came up, dragging the ancient coral-caked chains to the surface. 

Aura Lee and Vallie cried out in shock. Nona, who had seen earlier, merely 
turned away. What had happened was a long time in the past. 

The long chain was connected to many shorter chains, and from these dangled 
partial skeletons. Some only a leg bone, others with the spine still 
clinging, and one with a skull. 

"A slave ship, Harry," John said. "Human cargo that didn't make it. Looks 
like we picked the wrong spot." 

"Drop it," Harry Carp said. "Let the bones rest, and let's have a drink to 
Davey Jones' Locker." 

The shock of seeing dead men raised from their watery grave was enough to 
break the barriers to the point where Mister Lum and Harry Carp were 
considering a joint venture based on Aura Lee's charts. 

John Stacy found himself alone, and then his still-beautiful wife came to 
sit by his side. 

"I'm a real fuckup," he mumbled, well into the rum. 

"This was a fuckedup trip," she said. "I'm a whore a real whore now. You 
know that. Suck and fuck. I love it now. Do anything for a man. So, split." 

"Don' wanna split." 

"That's your problem," Nona said. "You take your chances with me. When I 
tasted cock, I tasted freedom." 

"Whatever's right." 

Harry Carp stumbled over to them and dropped a thick sheaf of papers on the 
small table and said, "Yours ... wedding present ... we took a shot at the 
moon and missed ... don't cry and thank me ... that's another tax loss, and 
I need one." 

"What the hell..." John Stacy unfolded the documents and with blurred eyes 
read the legal language and then said, "Harry is giving us the Carmen! We 
can either work for him or try it on our own!" 

"You, not me," Nona said sadly. "You don't want me. I don't blame you. Let's 
just split-say goodbye, and not hate." 

He looked at her in wonder, and then said, "You get your ass over the side 
and start swimming kid. I fucked up, but I know what I have and I want it. 
Give you two minutes head start!" 

Urged up the ladder by the hard smacking of his hands on her shaking 
buttocks, Nona dove over the side and swam, moving through the warm water 
like an eel. When she reached the slowly-rocking motorsailer, she scrambled 
aboard and into the master cabin, shedding her clothes as she went. 

John Stacy let her stew for a few minutes, then casually swam over to his 
boat. He conserved his strength as he swam, knowing he had a real wild 
swinging bitch to tame. Oh, he had no doubt about his ability to tame her 
and keep her tame, but he decided to take his time about it. Spread it out 
over five or ten years. It'd be a helluva lot more fun that way! 


THE END
