Seduced Young Wife by Robert Desmond


Chapter 1


A hum filled Lynn Shaffer's ears as she began to arouse herself from 
her half-sleep. She was dimly aware of a delicious warmth which 
permeated her entire body, forming tiny beads of perspiration on her 
forehead and letting a faint dampness invade the sheltered places 
beneath her arms and down between her small, smoothly rounded thighs. 
She rolled over onto her back, vaguely conscious now of the texture of 
the terrycloth towel which lay beneath her, and of the sweltering sun 
standing high over her in the cloudless Caribbean sky.

The hum grew louder as she began to wake up. She wondered vaguely what 
it was, and then remembered. Of course. The Vera's motor. Harry 
Johnson's motor yacht. She thought perhaps the yacht had ceased its 
gently rhythmic rolling motion, a rolling that had coddled her to sleep 
on the deck just like her water bed at home, but then had decided it 
had not.

"Mmmm ... Mark?" Lynn murmured quietly, and a faint smile tried to 
awaken her still sleeping mouth. It was a small mouth, mischievous, 
almost pixyish but not quite. There were a few strands of long, blonde 
hair stuck to the dryness of her lips, and she unconsciously pulled 
them away, licking her lips into life at the same time.

Lynn Shaffer was a small woman, with a neatly formed, symmetrical body, 
that made one think immediately of a physically mature 16 year-old. And 
even though Lynn was 30, her face bore none of the traces of wear that 
begin to worry so many women of that age. Her secret was that she had 
kept a great deal of the child in her; not consciously, but with an 
unpretentiousness and ease which was immediately apparent to anyone who 
looked at her. She had rather large, softly luminous brown eyes, and a 
slightly turned-up nose, which only combined once again to give her 
face a childish innocence and a look of boundless energy.

The wind had veered since morning, and now played a cool and refreshing 
game with the tiny blonde hairs on Lynn's smooth, lovely arms as she 
lay on the bobbing ship-deck. She sighed pleasurably. Hmm, that felt 
good. She reached up and loosened the top of her small bikini slightly, 
and let the wind's freshness drive out some of the heat and dampness 
from between her firmly rounded breasts. She stretched an arm lazily 
across her softly flat belly, raised a knee and spread her legs 
slightly apart to let the air circulate up between her thighs, all the 
way up to where a few tightly curled pubic hairs managed to escape from 
the confining grasp of her bikini.

She thought about the last day and a half, and decided she had done a 
good job. Her husband, Mark, had told her to be friendly to Harry 
Johnson, and had said that the sale of Mark's used car lot to Harry 
might depend on the impression they gave him this week. And Lynn had 
done her best. She instinctively knew when men found her attractive and 
entertaining, and she knew that Harry Johnson was now numbered among 
those men. There was nothing premeditated in this, for Lynn was 
definitely not a scheming woman; it simply grew out of her own 
vivaciousness and joy. Johnson had been attentive since they had set 
sail, and Lynn felt now that he was won over.

Harry Johnson was a different man on this cruise than he was at the 
office, she decided. Here on the boat he was relaxed and very friendly, 
but at the office ... Lynn had worked as a part-time bookkeeper for 
Harry's used car business for six months now, and had gotten to know 
first-hand the hard sell drive that had made his lot the largest in 
Marina, her home town. At first it had seemed strange to be working for 
someone who was competing with her husband's own car business, but 
Mark's lot was so small, and they did need the money. Besides, Mark had 
finally agreed, and had even helped her get the job. Still, she knew 
that Mark didn't really like the idea, even though she was helping to 
make ends meet.

Lynn rolled over onto her side, and watched as the azure blue water of 
the Caribbean slid past the hull of the powerful motor yacht. She was 
aware now of the gently pitching motion which, if she closed her eyes, 
made her feel as if her head were growing heavier, only to be lightened 
again as the bow raised itself out of the water, and sent the weight 
rushing down through her legs. She concentrated on this peculiarly 
exciting sensation as it struggled to awaken every part of her body, 
and the almost imperceptible swaying of her body from side to side 
against the softness of the towel and the hardness of the deck made her 
think again of her husband.

"Mark ..." she whispered, carefully forming her lips around his name. 
She smiled. She was happy to be where she was, happy to feel the 
coolness of the wind across her almost naked body, happy to feel the 
motion of the sea through that body as though she and all the oceans of 
the world were one. And she was happiest of all about having the chance 
to help Mark with his business, to really contribute, to make sure he 
would know that she wasn't the "little kid" he sometimes called her 
affectionately.

She could hardly wait to see him in Nassau, even though they'd been 
married over a year and a half. She hadn't wanted to come on the cruise 
without him, but everything seemed to have worked out fine. Harry 
Johnson and his wife Kate had invited them for a week's cruise, and 
Mark had immediately accepted. Lynn knew that this was an important 
chance for him to settle the business deal with Harry, who'd offered to 
buy out Mark's business for a very generous sum. Mark hadn't told her 
how much, but she knew that it was a lot, and she knew it was very 
important for Mark to firm up the deal. Mark has ambitions, she thought 
proudly, and I am going to help him realize them. 

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

Lynn laughed at herself now for being so worried. The only thing she 
could think of last week when Mark told her was being alone with her 
boss and his wife on a ship for two or three days. She had heard vague 
rumors about him, rumors she now knew must be circulated about every 
boss in the world. But Mark had convinced her that if she went and had 
a good time with the Johnsons, it would help him tremendously in his 
business deal, and she would enjoy it besides. Kate Johnson had also 
called her on the telephone that night, and Lynn was reassured that 
this woman with the friendly voice would be along as well, so what 
could happen?

Lynn laughed a small laugh to herself and picked at a strand of her 
windblown hair, which was dancing in wavelike motions around her head. 
Sometimes she was so afraid of men.

"Grow up," she chided herself, and laughed again. She was on a 
beautiful yacht in the middle of a wide open sea, with nothing but the 
sun above her and the surging motion, up and down ... up and down ...

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

Lynn slept, unthinking, as the Vera plowed her way to the east and 
Nassau.



Chapter 2 


Harry Johnson watched as the voluptuous Lynn Shaffer lifted her knee; 
he swallowed hard as she spread her lusciously inviting legs and 
rearranged herself on the towel, and wondered what it was going to be 
like to fuck her hot little pussy. The yacht had been at sea a day and 
a half, and he hadn't gotten to her yet.

Damn, he thought to himself, she's tougher than most, but she's going 
to be worth it. Harry took his eyes momentarily off the young woman's 
curvaceously reclining body, and turned to check the compass bearing.

"Take her a few more degrees south, Hans, and hold her steady," he 
said.

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

Harry looked at his captain, at his huge frame and his powerful arms 
resting lightly on the wheel. He could see Hans had been devouring 
Lynn's delicious body with his eyes, the same as he himself had, and he 
wondered what kind of perverted thoughts were racing around inside the 
cunning mind of the husky seaman. He laughed. What the hell, he 
thought, probably the same ones running around inside my mind.

Harry glanced down at his own muscled, hairy legs, and decided he 
wasn't in bad shape for his 45 years. His broad-shouldered, thick-
chested frame was the result of punishing daily gym sessions, sessions 
Harry conducted with the same fervor that had made his the most 
successful used car business in Marina. Harry considered himself a 
successful lover too, and if the number of his conquests was any 
indication, he was right. Harry grinned. The idea of buying a boat had 
been a good one too, he decided, because now the conquests even came to 
him.

He looked back up the sloping deck of the cruiser, past the raised 
deckhouse, to where his new prize was laying, unaware of his plans 
completely. In the day and a half they'd been at sea, Lynn had not 
responded to a single one of his hints, had not even seemed to realize 
that hints were being made. It was frustrating, but Harry had handled 
this kind of situation before, and he knew he could do it again.

Lynn rolled onto her side, and the line of her small waist flowed 
smoothly up into the perfectly rounded curve of her almost naked hip, 
creating a profile etched onto the blue, cloudless sky as though it had 
been painstakingly sculpted and placed on the bow for erotic 
ornamentation. 

That's my little figurehead, Harry thought, and decided Lynn was a 
great improvement over the carved statues set on the bows of the old 
sailing ships. He grinned a lewd and secret grin. He knew his 
figurehead was a real, live, flesh and blood woman, and he planned to 
take advantage of that fact before this cruise was over.

Harry glanced behind him, at the churning wake created by the powerful 
370 horses down below decks. The Vera was really moving along now at 11 
or 12 knots, and the breeze picked up the crests of the breaking wake 
and spun them spraying out in all directions. Yessir, he thought, The 
Vera is a beautiful boat. $75,000, but worth every penny of it. He had 
bought her only a month before, and this was her first, her maiden, 
voyage. Harry was taking her from Florida to Nassau, to take the place 
of the smaller boat he had just sold. The old boat had begun to bother 
him, reminding him of the days when he couldn't afford anything bigger 
or better, but now he had the Vera. Harry loved his new yacht like he 
had never loved a woman. "The only trouble is," Harry liked to say, 
"you can't fuck a boat."

He looked up along the deck again at Lynn, who seemed to be asleep now, 
the suntanned flesh of her belly undulating rhythmically, raising her 
small rounded breasts up and down in a seesaw of painfully inviting 
motions. Harry felt the warmth of the sun through his nylon swimming 
trunks as his aroused cock began swelling, jerking upwards in strict 
cadence, it seemed, with the sensuous movement of the susceptible young 
blonde girl's body. It swelled until it was straining at the 
restrictions imposed by Harry's trunks, but Harry didn't notice. He was 
watching as if hypnotized by the methodical in and out, in and out, of 
Lynn's breathing, feeling the motion of her petite little body in his 
loins, feeling the delicious warmth of her naked breasts pressing 
firmly into his great hairy chest, her hungrily straining legs locked 
around his plunging hips, her hot breath on his face ... Harry's hand 
unconsciously sought his painfully throbbing cock, and he began to 
slowly massage it, giving it just a little more room inside his trunks, 
allowing it a new chance to fill with the blood his heart was now 
beginning to pump wildly throughout his entire body. His chest began to 
ache with desire, and his hand moved more quickly now over the 
straining nylon material that separated his penis from full freedom. 
His heavy balls throbbed with the pressure of pent-up sperm, waiting to 
be released ... waiting ... waiting to flow unhindered into the 
lubricated wetness of Lynn Shaffer's tight little cunt.

Harry couldn't stand it any more. He stood up quickly, and climbed the 
two steps leading from the cockpit to the deck. He lurched backward, 
thrown by a sudden pitch of the boat, and then began to make his way up 
the rail to where Lynn lay vulnerable in her near-nakedness. Harry 
reasoned wildly: One quick pull and that little piece of cotton bathing 
suit wouldn't stop him ... nothing would stop him ... he would be 
pumping out his cum into her tender young pussy before she even knew 
what was happening, and then ...

"Mr. Johnson!"

The voice stopped Harry in his tracks. It took him a split second to 
realize where he was, and who was calling to him. Then he turned and 
looked down into the grinning face of Hans Piemmel.

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

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

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

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

Hans' grin didn't leave his face. 

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

Harry stood glaring down at the sunburned, scarred face of his captain, 
uncertain whether to give him hell or to continue his attack on Lynn, 
and as he stood there, the anger began to flow out of him as quickly as 
it had come, and with it his painfully throbbing erection subsided. But 
Hans was right. Harry Johnson was not the raping kind, and he knew it. 
He would have ruined everything by throwing himself on Lynn, and he 
would have been beaten back by her first scream. No, raping a woman was 
for other men, Harry knew. Men like Hans Piemmel. 

"You bastard," Harry said softly, defeated. 

"Yessir," Hans grinned.

Harry stepped back down into the cockpit. He slowly stretched out on 
the cockpit seat, and shut his eyes. 

"Man, she's a nice little piece, though," he murmured.

"Yeah," said Hans, "but an awful hard cunt to crack."

Harry glanced up at the captain, and then laid his head down on one of 
the life-preserver cushions strewn about the cockpit. He laughed.

"But we'll crack her," he said lewdly. "We'll crack her good and 
proper," and his mind began searching for a plan of action.

Hans looked over from the back of the large cockpit at the powerfully 
built body of his boss. He sneered to himself with disgust. Any man 
that would let another man talk him out of a good lay, was no man at 
all. If it had been me, Hans thought, looking up to where Lynn slept in 
blissful ignorance, that little honey's legs would be split in two 
wide-spread pieces by now. Hans' cock stirred at the thought.

"Not now little man," he murmured under his breath, speaking to his 
rapidly awakening penis, "not now. You'll get your chance, don't worry. 
Just leave it up to me."

Hans checked the compass, and brought the boat back around to south-
southwest. Johnson may own this boat, he thought, but he sure can't 
navigate it. Hans could navigate it though. Hans could do anything when 
it came to boats. Ever since his fifteenth birthday, when he'd run away 
from his home on Dutch Curacao, he'd been working the boats of the 
Caribbean; freighters, mail boats, charters, yachts, you name it. It 
came naturally to him, and he sometimes liked to say with pride that he 
owed his skill to his Dutch forbears, the best sailors in the world. 
And now he was captaining Johnson's Vera. He looked at this job as a 
definite step up in the world, and he was earning twice what he ever 
had before in his life. But it wasn't the pay that made him stick with 
Johnson. It was the little dividends that Hans most enjoyed. Johnson 
usually ended up fucking every female "guest" on his cruises, but there 
were often guests who were a little reluctant to accept Harry's 
peculiar brand of hospitality. It was Hans' duty and pleasure to see to 
it that these ladies were made just a little more receptive. It had 
happened many times before, and it would happen again. The captain 
figured it would happen on this voyage.

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



Chapter 3 


Harry Johnson started, and wondered what had waked him from the half-
sleep he had fallen into. Then he felt a firm hand gently caressing his 
belly, fingertips running a ring around the tops of his bathing trunks, 
occasionally a long, cool finger darting under the elastic band and 
entwining itself playfully with his thick pubic hair. He lay for a 
moment with his eyes closed, sighing with pleasure as he felt the 
experienced fingers bring his slumbering loins to life.

Opening one eye, he looked at his wife, Kate, who was kneeling with her 
back to him, one hand playing a gentle tattoo on his belly, the other 
beginning to snake its way into the warm space up between his powerful, 
hairy thighs. Suddenly he sat up, grabbing her hand and forcing it 
under his bathing trunks to where his expectant cock lay waiting, his 
other hand slipping around under his wife's arm and squeezing one of 
her heavy, pear-shaped breasts with surprising violence. 

"Caught you!"

"Oww!" Kate cried, startled by the suddenness of his move and the 
pressure his hand was exerting on her tender nipple, which he was 
rubbing painfully against the top of her scanty two-piece bathing suit.

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry," he teased, as he took his hand from her breast. 
"I thought I was being attacked by the Sunday night rapist."

"You bastard," Kate said quietly. "I try to be nice to you ..."

Harry lifted the short brown hair at the back of his wife's slender 
neck, and ran his mouth soothingly over her nakedly exposed shoulders. 
He nuzzled the hollow between her neck and shoulder, and playfully 
nipped the suntanned flesh of her tapering back with his lips.

"Am I forgiven?" he mumbled, running a hand along the inside of her 
warmly fleshed thigh.

Kate quivered with pleasure, and moaned just audibly that he was. She 
gave his awakening cock a last caress, and removed her hand from his 
trunks.

"That's enough for now," she said. "I just came up to bring you a 
drink."

"You know something, baby? It's never 'enough for now'. Not for me." 
Harry leaned over and took the tumbler of bourbon and water from her, 
and swinging his feet off the seat, sat up and took a long drink. He 
sighed with satisfaction. "Umm, that's good." He motioned his wife to 
come sit beside him, making room for her on the seat.

"I want to ask you something, and I want you to tell me the truth."

Kate looked at him, and laughed as she said, "Harry, you are the most 
transparent man I ever met. You get that 'I want to ask you something' 
tone of voice, and it only means one thing." She looked up the deck to 
where Lynn Shaffer lay innocently sleeping. "Well, she is pretty, I'll 
say that much for her." There was just a trace of jealousy in Kate's 
voice.

Harry chuckled. "And you are the most perceptive woman in the world. 
And the most understanding." He leaned over and gave a small kiss on 
her forehead. "Any other wife in the world would have her husband's 
head off if he came to her and asked if she minded if he laid some 
other broad."

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

Harry started to protest, and then stopped and let out a hearty laugh. 
"Well, honey, I'll say this ... I haven't had very much luck with that 
in the past."

"Well then," she said, again forcing her face into an approving smile. 
"I guess that settles it."

Kate watched as Harry laughed again, and took another drink of his 
bourbon. She didn't really mind the fact that he was chronically 
unfaithful to her, but she didn't understand why he always had to be 
sure she knew about it.

She looked again up to the bow of the boat, and tried to imagine what 
Lynn Shaffer and her husband would look like, twisted and contorted 
into a passionate and writhing embrace. Her eyes watered momentarily, 
and she removed a bit of mascara which had lodged in the corner of one 
eye.

Lynn didn't use much made-up, Kate thought to herself, as she wiped the 
mascara from her finger onto the deck, but what the hell. Some women 
didn't need it, while others ... She looked away, bothered by the fact 
that she knew she herself was one of the women who did need make-up, 
needed it to hide the growing traces of wear and care that had begun to 
encroach upon her face the last few years. She tried to ignore the 
slight twinge of concern that invaded her thoughts, but could not. She 
knew in her heart that it was only a matter of time before Harry woke 
up one morning to discover that his lovely wife was beginning to fade 
around the edges. She knew as well, that the only thing which kept 
Harry tied to her was her looks, and her willingness to overlook his 
frequent amorous adventures.

What the hell, she thought, you can't expect a good thing to last 
forever. She had long ago decided to profit as much as she could from 
her marriage to Harry Johnson as long as it lasted, and she managed to 
do just that. She had decided to put up with his cruises, and had even 
begun to enjoy participating in the orgies that took place at least 
once a month. Hell, it was fun, and it postponed the inevitable day 
when Harry would decide to trade in his present wife on a newer, 
younger model. Someone like Lynn Shaffer perhaps.

She glanced at Lynn's sleeping form, and decided she was going to enjoy 
this cruise. She knew exactly what lay in store for the luscious 
creature whose husband had let her stray too far from the nest. She had 
seen it all happen before, and she knew she was going to enjoy seeing 
this innocent young bitch get just what was coming to her. She gave an 
audible laugh.

"What's funny, baby?" Harry asked, turning to her.

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

Harry laughed, and finished the last watery drops remaining in his 
glass.

"No, honey, he doesn't suspect a thing. How can he? I had to pay 
through the nose to get that information." He gave his wife a kiss, and 
added, "But it was worth every penny. I'd like to see Shaffer's face 
when I sell his property to the city for triple what it cost me."

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

"Hell, I don't know," Harry said. "Some kind of big municipal complex, 
offices and courthouses and that kind of thing. What do I care, as long 
as they're going to buy it? And they're going to buy it, I've made sure 
of that." Harry was an expert at finding the right palms to grease. 
"Don't worry, Mark Shaffer has no idea his property is worth that 
much."



Chapter 4 


He gave his wife a resounding and painful slap on the upper surface of 
her thigh, felt the soft flesh give with his blow, and thought again of 
the pair of firm, slender thighs belonging to Lynn Shaffer.

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

Kate stood up, rubbing the reddened place on her thigh where he had 
slapped her. She followed his gaze up to the bow of the boat.

"I just hope you hurt her as much as you hurt me," she complained.

"Whew, what a tiger!" Harry laughed, as he handed her his empty glass. 
"Take this with you when you go."

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

Harry watched her go. She was a good woman, he decided, and the best 
lay he'd ever had. That's why he'd married her, and that's why he'd 
stayed married to her for so long. But he couldn't stay faithful to one 
woman no matter how he tried. Not that he ever had tried. His attention 
returned to the problem at hand. Lynn lay on her stomach now, awake, 
gazing forward as the Vera cut her way through the calm seas. Harry 
couldn't take his eyes off the voluptuous curve of her spine as it 
arched in perfect symmetry up from her small, rounded buttocks, and 
disappeared enticingly under her long blonde hair.

Damn, he thought to himself, it would be so much nicer if she'd 
cooperate. But then he smiled, as he remembered some of the best fucks 
he'd ever had had come only after a pitched battle. Well, maybe he'd 
have to use the old "Uncle Harry" ploy, as he liked to call it. He'd 
have to have that bastard Hans' help, but he'd done that before, and 
the Dutchman knew just what was expected of him. Let Hans molest the 
girl just a little, and then the only person she could turn to would be 
old "Uncle Harry". And "Uncle Harry" was a past master at manipulating 
a sobbing girl's relief in having someone to talk to in a receptive 
state of sexual arousal. It wasn't the best way to get at a woman, but 
sometimes it was the only way. He decided that in Lynn's case, because 
she didn't even recognize any sexual advance short of rape, it was the 
only way.

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

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

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

"Lynn Shaffer," stated Harry simply, and waited for Hans to make the 
next move.

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

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

Hans sneered inwardly at Harry's obvious discomfort in having to ask 
another man to do his advance work for him.

"Well sir," he said, "I could always warm her up a little, you know, 
knock her around some so she'd have to come running to you for help."

"No, not knock her around. You couldn't hurt her, you know that. But do 
you remember how you warmed up that little redheaded model from Miami, 
what was her name?"

"Kathy," Hans said. "Yeah, I remember her. And Lily, and Jo, and 
Shirley."

"That's right, Kathy. Well, I want you to work this one the same way. 
Get her down below, I'll take the wheel for a while. Give her a few 
drinks, and then just throw a little scare into her."

"Yessir, Mr. Johnson, I know exactly what you mean."

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

Hans looked Harry in the eye, and smiled obediently.

"Mr. Johnson, you don't have to worry about me, I know what I'm doing."

"All right, go on then. But just remember what I said."

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

Yessir, Mr. Johnson, I'll remember what you said. I'll remember all the 
time I'm fucking the living shit out of the hot little bitch. Hans 
climbed out of the cockpit, trying to keep himself calm, trying to keep 
control of a great, lewd grin that threatened to twist his swarthy face 
into some kind of obscene Halloween mask.

He leaned over the side, scooped up a handful of seawater, and let its 
freshness turn his features into those of an efficient, polite, and 
almost humble servant. 

"Excuse me, Mrs. Shaffer?"

Lynn twisted around quickly from her stomach around onto her elbow, and 
threw a frightened look up at Hans' obsequious face. 

"Oh, my ... you startled me."

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

"No, no," Lynn said quickly, sitting up. "You didn't scare me, I just 
..." Her voice trailed off as she stared at the giant figure looming 
above her, half silhouetted by the late afternoon sun.

"Well, I'm sorry to have startled you then. Mr. Johnson asked me to 
take you down to the bar, and see if we couldn't get you fixed up with 
a little something." 

"How kind of him. And of you, too, of course. I'd like that very much." 
Lynn took the hand Hans offered her, and was surprised at the ease with 
which he raised her from her sitting position. "Just let me get my robe 
and things."

Hans watched as the young woman bent to the deck, allowing her firmly 
rounded breasts to drop down as far as her bikini top would permit. His 
cock was already beginning to come to life, its first tentative 
hardening pushing insistently at the zipper of his jeans. If she saw 
that ...

"I tell you what, Mrs. Shaffer? I'll go below and crack some ice ..."

"No, I'm done, I'm ready." Lynn gathered up her suntan lotion, towel, 
and the books she'd been reading earlier, and then struggled to get her 
robe over one shoulder where it had fallen off.

"Here Ma'am, let me help you with that." Hans bent down over Lynn's 
tiny figure, and drew the robe up over her voluptuous shoulder, letting 
his hand run ever so lightly across the smooth, tanned flesh.

"Thank you," said Lynn, gathering her things up inside her towel. "I 
think I'm ready now."

Hans smiled, and led the way back along the rail to the main 
companionway, which led to the large cabin midships. He didn't look at 
Harry as he passed, but he knew Harry was looking at him.

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

"For the last time, Lynn, the name is Harry," and he smiled warmly. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How about a gin and tonic?"

"That's fine." Lynn set her towel-wrapped bundle on the table and 
looked around the cabin, amazed as always by the luxuriousness of the 
furnishings, and the amount of money those furnishings must have cost. 
"I can't get over what a beautiful boat this is," she said, in an 
effort to break the curiously charged silence that surrounded them. 

"Yeah, it is that." Hans mumbled.

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

"How long have you worked for Harry ... for Mr. Johnson I mean." 

"A couple of years."

Again Lynn waited, and again the muscled seaman didn't elaborate. She 
looked around the cabin again, and then back at Hans. It seemed to her 
that he was taking an unusually long time over a gin and tonic. She 
felt vaguely uneasy in his presence, vaguely threatened by his massive 
body, and the way his eyes never left her, even though he wasn't saying 
anything. She searched for some topic of conversation just to last 
until she had her drink and could go topside again. 

"Uhh ... I bet I can guess your astrology sign."

Hans looked at her. He saw her discomfort, and reveled in it. 

"Go ahead and guess." 

"Uhh ... Taurus." 

"Wrong." 

"Scorpio?" 

"Sorry."

"I give up, what is it?" Lynn asked wishing she'd never brought it up.

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

"Oh, I really can't believe that," Lynn giggled uncomfortably. Hans 
didn't laugh. He remained staring at her suggestively. "My, that gin 
and tonic is sure taking a long time," she said nervously. "Remind me 
not to have you bartend my next party." She forced a very weak laugh. 

Hans paid no attention to the hint. 

"Are you interested in astrology?" he asked.

"Oh, yes," Lynn replied uneasily, "Yes, I certainly am. Aren't you?"

"Sure." Hans was enjoying himself, watching this small helpless girl so 
obviously intimidated by his overpowering manliness. "I've got a book 
about it I think you'd really like."

"Oh, do you really?" said Lynn lamely, wanting only to escape the 
suffocating cabin and get back up into the refreshing sea breeze. 
"Well, I'd certainly love to see it some time."

"I'll get it for you," Hans said, making his way through the main cabin 
to the door of the fo'c'sle, his cabin. 

"Oh no," Lynn said quickly, "Please don't go to any trouble."

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

Lynn hesitated. She had no desire to be alone with this powerful man in 
his own cabin. Hans came back to her, handed her her drink, and forced 
onto his face as much innocence as he could muster. 

"What's the matter? Is something wrong?"

"Oh no, of course not," Lynn blurted out. She felt ridiculous. Why was 
she so frightened of men? Nothing could happen to her for God's sake, 
not here on the boat. Other women would be pleased and flattered by 
Hans' obvious interest in them. What's the matter with me, she 
wondered. I'm not a little kid. Once this thought had crossed her mind, 
there was no return. She had to accept the challenge. "Nothing's the 
matter. I'd love to see the book."

A chill of excitement sped down Hans' spine as Lynn capitulated, and 
centered with a quivering tingle in his loins. He knew he had won, and 
he knew nothing was going to stop the inevitable from happening. Not 
Johnson's warning not to overdo it, not Lynn's own screaming 
protestations, not even Neptune himself could stop him now from fucking 
her tight little cunt and exploding his cum up inside it with all the 
force of his powerfully surging body.

He breathed in the sweet scent of Lynn's voluptuous form as she brushed 
past him and stepped into his cabin. She walked the four steps to the 
end of the small space, and turned to him expectantly. Hans felt his 
huge cock seem to jump out at her all at once, as if it were trying to 
span those four steps between them in a single bound. He quickly turned 
to close the door after him, and felt pain as his massively pulsating 
penis began swelling faster than it ever had before, jerking upwards 
frantically, desperately searching for the tight, wet young vagina 
which would softly enfold its huge head and churning, writhing, 
twisting, suck it dry of its full load of searing, white hot sperm.

Hans tried to control his breathing. His chest was heaving now, and 
trying to stop it only made it worse. There was an unbelievable 
throbbing ache reaching out of his loins, grabbing his chest and 
twisting it mercilessly into a small tight knot. His legs began to 
quiver with the knowledge that they would soon be heaving between the 
sensuous young beauty's hotly sweating thighs.

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

"No ..." Hans' voice squeaked as his throat suddenly contracted, 
choking off his breath. He cleared his throat, and desperately tried to 
bring his body under control. He couldn't. There was no time for 
playing around, no time for games, no time to try to ease into it. Hans 
turned the key in the lock of the door with a click that resounded 
through the cabin. And there was complete silence except for Hans' 
heavy, desperate breathing.

A shiver of paralyzing fear ran through Lynn's body as she realized 
what the captain was planning to do. This is crazy, she thought wildly. 
What is he ... He must be crazy. And all of a sudden Lynn knew that 
Hans was crazy. Crazy with desire, crazy with a terrible lust which 
threatened to destroy everything that stood between it and the 
consummation of its fearful passions. Lynn turned to ice as she 
realized that the only thing which stood in the way of the Dutchman's 
lust for satisfaction, was her own, helpless, defenseless body.

"Hans!" Lynn cried, trying to control the unreasoning fear in her 
voice. "What are you doing?"

The captain turned to her slowly, his face a mask of tortured desire. 
"What am I doing?" he echoed, taking the key and forcing it into the 
pocket of his jeans, which were stretched tight across his desperately 
struggling cock. "I'm just locking the barn door, before the cows get 
out. I'm just locking one door, and opening another."

Lynn watched in horror as Hans' hand moved slowly down to the zipper of 
his jeans and fumbled with the clasp.

"Oh, NOOOO ..." The trapped young wife backed away, the first tears of 
fright beginning to course unnoticed down her terrified face.

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

Lynn knew that Hans was right. With the noises of the Vera's motor and 
the sea ... She watched in horrified fascination as the powerful sailor 
finally freed the clasp of his zipper, and slowly pulled it downwards, 
exposing first a few wiry male pubic hairs, and then the ungodly bulge 
of his massively throbbing flesh and then ... Hans' lone, eagerly 
jerking cock sprang powerfully from its prison and stood straight out 
from his loins, growing all the time in size, swelling until Lynn 
though it would burst. The only thing she could think in her hysterical 
state was that the Dutchman wasn't wearing any underwear. Hans' giant, 
throbbing column jutted out through the zipper of his jeans like a 
spear, and Lynn felt the point already at her throat. He began to step 
toward her.

"No ... Hans ... please ... don't do this ..." and suddenly the 
realization hit her like a shot, that Hans was going to do it, was 
going to shove that huge penis of his deep into her small, unwilling 
cunt, and she knew it would kill her.

She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out, and in those 
split seconds Hans crossed the short distance between them, and covered 
Lynn's small mouth with his own, engulfing it, devouring it. His arms 
shot out and scooped her to him, his hands biting into her arms and his 
mouth wrenching hers in a deep, brutal kiss.

Lynn strained against him, but he only wrapped her closer and began 
fucking his wetly swirling tongue deeply into her mouth, while his 
hands now bit through the material of her robe and dug into the soft 
flesh of her buttocks and back, pushing her cringing body powerfully 
into his hardening genitals. 

Hans explored every ridge and hollow of the helpless young housewife's 
velvet, wetly caverned mouth. He held her straining and taut, every 
muscle tensed to rigidity, his hands and arms holding her prisoner, 
breasts squeezed deliciously against his powerful chest, one thigh 
worming between her legs until her reluctantly cringing young cunt was 
pressed hard up against him. She tried desperately to move her head, 
and Hans caught her skull in one hand and jerked her mouth under his 
again, deeper and harder.

Her small size made Lynn no match for this huge brute who held her so 
easily. His strength was just too much for her, and there was no way to 
break his hold. Instinct told her to go limp. Perhaps she could fool 
him, make him think he had hurt her, maybe then he would stop this 
brutal attack. Then she knew it was no use. Hans could kill her, and 
through his maddened lust he wouldn't even realize it.

His hands were coursing over her now, smoothing down over her softly 
rounded buttocks and cupping her small, tender breasts. Suddenly one of 
his hands reached around her back, and tore the catch on her bikini 
bra. His hand snaked under the flimsy top, and teased her nipple to 
instant hardness, and the warmth of that unexpected sensation stole 
through her veins and bloodstream. Unconsciously, she sucked the 
probing tongue in her mouth of her own volition, and felt the ripples 
of pleasure chase down through her loins and breasts and belly.

"Oh yes, baby, you like it ... you pretend you don't but you like it." 
Hans' mouth had left hers and was now working its way down her neck and 
under her chin. She felt his hands peeling off her robe, fumbling with 
it, trying to get it off her arms. Now, her brain screamed, now is the 
time. She gathered all her strength and tried to tear herself from his 
grasp. She was free momentarily, then he reached out and caught her by 
the wrist, spinning her back into his bunk as though she were a toy 
doll.

"Now, you don't want to leave poor old Hansie here alone, do you? Then 
he'd only have himself to play with, and that's not as good as playing 
with you, baby, no it isn't."

"Oh God," she whimpered, watching as the husky sea captain unbuttoned 
the top button of his jeans, letting them fall off him and exposing the 
full power of his naked loins. He stood before her licentiously naked, 
his thick hard cock lancing out from his body, throbbing with 
expectancy. She stared unbelievingly as he dropped his hand to it and 
with a lewd grin, began to stroke the heavy, uncircumcised foreskin 
back and forth over the purplish, bulbous head.

"That's something, right baby?" Hans leered, reveling obviously in the 
shameful torment he was subjecting her to. "Well, just wait until I 
slip it into that little old cunt of yours, then you'll really 
appreciate it."

"Stop it! STOP IT!" she shouted at him. But he didn't stop ... only 
continued to grin at her as she lay as if glued to the hard bunk, 
watching, hypnotized by his stroking of the rigid fleshy shaft with his 
hand ... the unbelievable thickness of it caused her subconscious to 
reel ... He's going to kill me with it, my God ...

The lust crazed sailor started toward her. "D-Don't come near me. Don't 
come ... Please?"

"You want to take off that little bathing suit, baby, or would you like 
me to help you?"

Lynn lay there completely immobilized, frozen into semi-shock. She lay 
unmoving, as Hans' rough hands eased the panties of her bikini slowly, 
so slowly off her hips, over her thighs, his hands trailing gently 
along the inside of her legs. She felt a chill go up her spine. She 
moaned unknowingly with pleasure.

"That's right baby. You just take it easy while old Hansie gets you 
ready for the biggest fucking of your life."

Lynn was dimly conscious of his eager hands moving over her entire 
body, sending tingles through her skin like fire, hardening her 
nipples, and making the hidden cave of her cunt moist.

"Christ, you're a luscious sight to behold!" he gasped, pulling her up 
against his lust-excited nakedness, crushing her small breasts flat to 
his powerful chest, his hands cupping the round full moons of her 
buttocks and hauling her close until his hard jerking shaft burrowed 
tightly into the smooth flesh of her belly.

"Oh baby, you're going to be a good one ... yes you are ... Oh, baby, 
I'm just going to fuck that little pink cunt of yours to death ... just 
going to flip you on your back and throw those beautiful legs up over 
your head ... and stuff this cock up that soft white belly 'til you can 
taste it." 

"Oh God ..." Lynn moaned almost incoherently, her face resting on his 
shoulder, suddenly unable to comprehend the erotic excitement his 
obscene description was arousing in her. "Oh please God no ..."

The helpless young wife felt the bunk give slightly as Hans' powerful 
body moved up and over her. She quickly tried to close her legs, but 
Hans' knee was there first. No, this can't be happening to me!

"Why don't you just spread those beautiful little legs of yours, honey, 
and let old Hansie come home? He's got a great big cock here that's 
dying to squeeze itself into some little nest."

"No Hans ... please God ... Don't ... Please!"

"Spread 'em, damn it!" he snarled, and reluctantly she opened her legs, 
exposing the glistening mouth of her cunt to his mercy. The captain 
lifted his other leg, and planted himself commandingly above her 
unwillingly spread cuntal lips. He placed his palms flat against the 
inside of her smoothly rounded thighs, his thumbs resting on the 
glistening pink folds of her cunt. Slowly, he drew the gently pulsating 
lips apart, exposing the moist coral flesh to his gaze. Slightly, 
almost imperceptibly, he drew his finger along the ridge of her tiny 
clitoris, and Lynn moaned in undesired rapture.

"Oh, that is pretty. That is just too pretty to resist." The huge 
sailor lowered his powerful bulk down on top of her, covering her small 
body with his massiveness. She moaned beneath his depraved attack. He 
held her tightly imprisoned with the weight of his strong, sinuous 
body, her head rolling back and forth wildly, while his hand sought his 
aching cock and ran the swollen head lightly along the moist, tender 
lips of her cunt, working it up and down briefly to part the sparse, 
soft, pubic hair, and then with a cry of delight thrusting it forward 
against the tight, cringing mouth of her reluctant cunt.

For one split second Lynn thought it wouldn't fit, that it would split 
her belly apart, and then she knew he was in her, the huge bulbous 
cock-head slipping wetly up inside her with a rush that left her 
gasping for breath. "Aaaaaagggghhhhh!"

The helpless young girl kicked her legs out frantically in a futile 
attempt at relief, but the move only served to sink his expanding shaft 
of male-flesh still deeper into her traitorously yielding cunt. 
Brutally, his stone-hard cock bored up into her unwilling belly, 
expanding the moist walls until she was certain her thighs would split 
apart from the unrelenting pressure ... then, his pelvis smacked 
resoundingly against her own, and she felt his sperm-bloated balls 
dangling heavily between the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched 
buttocks.

"God ... please ... stop!" Lynn cried out in pain.

But the sex-crazed captain didn't stop. He didn't give her a moment to 
adjust to his sudden invasion deep inside her womb. He immediately 
started fucking her like a wild bull. She gaped helplessly up at his 
lust-contorted face, searching for what lay behind that mask as he 
hammered inhumanly in and out of her. Then, all at once, her senses 
veered away from the searing pain of his brutal pounding, and centered 
on the tingling sensation that was slowly beginning to build up in the 
depths of her ravaged vagina.

Lynn drew her knees up so as to have better leverage to screw her cock-
stretched cunt up against the tickling wiriness of his thick pubic 
hair. As she arched her hips up, Hans withdrew his long blood-engorged 
shaft from her womb, stopping only when the swollen head remained 
inside. She lifted her lewdly skewered loins up to him for fear he 
might take it all the way out, but he pushed instead, forward again 
into the depths of her wetly seeping passage. She could feel the 
rubbery flesh-tip parting the walls of her heated cunt as it slid up 
inside her, and her grasping vagina closed tightly on the huge monster, 
the nerves lining the wall transmitting every part of its throbbing 
form to her brain. She hung suspended now on every moment of his long 
in-stroke, feeling pleasure rather than pain, and when his pelvis 
pressed into her now only receptive cunt, she felt the twin sacs of his 
balls slapping lightly against her voluntarily spread buttocks. The 
sensation was wonderful, and Lynn opened her legs out as wide as she 
could to make the next plunge even deeper.

Hans pulled back with his hips to withdraw his lust-excited cock, and 
as he slammed into her clasping vagina with a faster motion, his balls 
slapped hard against her tiny puckered anus.

"AAAAAHHHHHH!" she shrieked from the fantastic sensations chasing 
themselves up and down her spine, each one vying for attention. 

The sailor's heavy balls were stirring with the building pressure of 
sperm deep inside them, and Lynn could feel the life throbbing in them 
as they hung down against her naked buttocks. The driving motion of his 
long, thick penis sent ripples of ever-increasing intensity through 
every part of her passion-aroused body, and she took up the rhythm with 
him, arching her hips up as she drove forward on the in-stroke, and 
pulling back as he retreated.

The fire burning deep in her womb became more intense as Hans' already 
lust-engorged cock seemed to grow larger still and his fucking became 
faster and faster. His cunt-moistened cock slid with greater and 
greater ease in and out of her tightly grasping vagina, the walls of 
her passage wrapping and squeezing over every part of its full 
throbbing shape as it stirred her to even greater heights of pleasure. 
Lynn felt her whole body become part of her hungrily grasping cunt. She 
had never imagined it could be such pleasure to be totally consumed by 
the huge fleshy shaft pounding crazily into her naked belly. She drew 
her legs up as high as she could, and she began flexing and tightening 
the muscles in her excitedly trembling thighs to pull and suck at the 
wonderful cock that she held clasped with such tremendous force in her 
fiery, hot womb.

Lynn felt as though her body were completely freed of any resistance to 
pleasure, and she felt added sensations streaming from her loins that 
she wanted, but couldn't identify. Then, she realized the captain's 
expert hands were moving over her buttocks, and a rippling flash of raw 
pleasure shot up her spine as she felt his finger probing into her 
nakedly exposed anus. When his finger suddenly pushed up inside its 
tight resistance, the tiny pain was nothing compared to the sensations 
of total surrender she felt, and she began bucking wildly to have her 
loins pounded to pieces by his giant column of throbbing flesh.

Her belly jerked uncontrollably as she felt the head of his huge cock 
swell up even larger inside her womb. She knew that it was going to 
start spewing out hot liquid at any moment, but the growing spasms in 
her own quivering belly were the focus of her attentions now. Then, 
suddenly, his huge pillar of male-flesh sank deeply inside her burning 
cunt, and the head seemed to fill her like an inflating balloon. Her 
belly shook with tremendous spasms when she felt the first hot stab of 
liquid moving up the length of the long thick penis like a great 
roaring wave, to burst out and crash searingly into her hotly sucking 
womb.

"OOOOoooohhhhh! OOOOOooooo! AAAwwwwggggg!" She screamed out her ecstasy 
as the great, spurting instrument began to saturate her cunt with hot, 
sticky cum from its own climax. She could feel every drop of the liquid 
bursting out of the giant swollen tip, and the sensations were so 
tremendous that her whole womb exploded in response to the pleasure. 
She jammed her lust-hungry cunt as tightly as possible against the 
wildly jerking cock inside her, and her frantically contracting pussy 
erupted with her own joyous cum. 

"AAAAaaaaawwwwggggg!" Her scream echoed around inside her head as the 
explosive searing passion in her body soared to the pinnacle of 
delightful pleasure. She sank her fingernails into the back of the man 
tensed above her impassionedly writhing body, and pulled him down hard 
against her heaving breasts. She wanted to be smothered by his warm 
flesh. She arched her wide-spread buttocks up to receive all of the 
squirting hot fluid she could get, and her own sticky white cum gushed 
up her wildly contracting hair-covered base and ran slowly down the 
crevice of her uptilted white buttocks. It seemed to go on forever 
until her body was completely drained of all its fluid.

The two spasmodically twitching bodies slowly became still, and the 
fo'c'sle of the Vera was filled with an unearthly stillness.

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

Lynn moaned softly. Hans looked down at her appreciatively.

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

Lynn's eyes were still closed as she smiled weakly. "Never ..." she 
tried to say, "I have never ..." Her voice trailed off. 

"Yeah, baby, I feel the same way."

Suddenly Lynn's face clouded over. As her consciousness began to take 
its rightful place after her mindless passion, she first remembered who 
she was, then she remembered where she was, and lastly she remembered 
who the man was who was still lying with his softened cock resting 
quietly in her cunt, surrounded by the oceans of their lewdly mingled 
cum. 

Lynn could not open her eyes. She could not bear to look up and 
discover that the man who had given her so much pleasure was not her 
husband. 

"Leave ... please," she mumbled. 

"What was that?" Hans mumbled. 

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

Hans looked down at the small woman he had so completely mastered, and 
yet who had given him so much pleasure.

"Sure, baby, I'll leave you alone ... for now. But I'll see you again."

"No ..." Lynn whimpered, "I ... never ... I will never ..."

"Sure you will, baby. There's no turning back now. You've been 
introduced to a whole new world, and you know something? You ain't seen 
nothing yet." 

"Please ..."

"I'm leaving, I said. Just let me get my goddamn pants on." Hans stood 
up and buttoned his jeans, and threw his T-shirt casually over his 
shoulder. "I know your type, baby. I know it well. You're awake now, 
and there's no more going to sleep. So I'll be seeing you again." 

"Oh no ... no."

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



Chapter 5 


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

Lynn Shaffer was startled out of her reverie by the smooth voice of 
Harry Johnson, and she looked up quickly from her plate to his gently 
smiling face.

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

Harry smiled at his wife, and Kate smiled quickly back at him, lowering 
her eyes to her meal.

What's wrong with me, Lynn thought to herself, I've got to pull myself 
together. She reached for her fork, and made an attempt to eat some of 
the freshly caught fish Kate had cooked as a special treat for their 
evening meal.

"Funny," Harry chuckled, "most of the time being on the sea makes 
people want to eat. I remember one time about four years ago, before I 
went on my diet ..."

It seemed to Lynn that the dinner would last forever. She couldn't keep 
her mind on the conversation, couldn't keep her thoughts from straying 
back to only a few hours before, when Hans had taken her so violently, 
stripping her of her defenses, leaving her ultimately naked to the 
intensity of her own helplessly aroused passions. She tried to erase 
from her consciousness any recollection of how she herself had reacted, 
how she had twisted, bucked, strained to reach that final blistering 
climax. She tried to concentrate on her feelings of shame, anger, 
humiliation, at the fact that she had, in fact, been raped ...

"... could do that, and go from there to the hotel in Nassau."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Lynn, if I'm not sure, my wife is," Harry chuckled, and, indicating 
the dirty dishes strewn across the table, said, "We'll take care of 
this mess. You go on topside, the night breeze will perk you right up."

Lynn rose, and eased her slim, sinuous hips along the narrow space 
between the table and her seat ...

"Well, maybe you're right. I do feel a little warm. But tomorrow's 
dishes are mine, all right?" 

"You've got yourself a deal," laughed Kate.

Lynn moved up the companionway leading up to the deck, and then turned 
again to her hosts.

"Really, it was delicious. I'm just sorry I couldn't do it justice."

Harry and Kate said nothing, but smiled affectionately at her, and she 
turned to climb the short ladder leading out of the confining cabin 
into the unhindered freshness of the moonlit, Caribbean night.

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

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

"Hey, watch it, kiddo," Harry laughed. "What about those dishes we're 
supposed to be doing?" Kate didn't answer, but instead, smiled and 
began unfastening the top button on her husband's Bermuda shorts.

Coming up on deck, Lynn could make out the shadowed figure of Hans, the 
Vera's husky captain, lounging in the back of the cockpit, one muscled 
arm resting lightly on the wheel, the other slung lazily across the 
glistening surface of the deck. She thought she could see the outline 
of a leer on his face, and she knew his eyes were devouring every move 
of her petite, seductive body. She hesitated, not knowing whether to 
acknowledge his presence, and then turned abruptly, climbed out of the 
cockpit, and made her way to the foredeck. She knew she could not allow 
herself to be alone with the huge, sex-crazed sailor again. She wanted 
to throw herself on him, to scratch his eyes out of his face, to beat 
him mercilessly as he had beaten her, but she knew that he was far too 
strong for her. She quivered with the intensity of her hate for him, 
and in an effort to still the shaking of her voluptuous body, she sat 
on the edge of the raised deckhouse, clasped her smooth arms tightly 
around her small body, and stared fixedly at the faintly glimmering 
arch of water coursing off the Vera's bow.

Oh Mark, she cried out silently, why did you let me come on this cruise 
alone? She raised her head to the shimmering stars that filled the 
night sky, and thought unconsciously of the incredible distances that 
lay between herself and them, feeling a depth of loneliness she'd never 
before experienced in her 30 years. The moon gazed impassively down on 
her through its halo of invisible cirrus cloud formations, racing 
24,000 feet above the earth in a frenzied and unseen contest with a 
silently speeding jet stream. The gentle surface breeze across the 
slightly chilled night sea played ring-around-the-rosy with her soft 
blonde hair, and sent a slight chill down her spine, making her close 
her eyes with an inaudible sigh.

Oh God, she thought to herself, what should I do? What can I do? The 
lovely young wife knew she couldn't ignore the attack made on her by 
the Vera's lust-maddened captain. She knew she must tell Harry Johnson, 
and that Harry must go with her to the police, to make some kind of 
complaint, to put this sex maniac in jail, or something. She couldn't 
just let the whole affair pass unnoticed, acting as though nothing had 
happened. Harry had to be told what kind of man he was employing, 
warned about the dangers his captain posed not only to his guests, but 
to his own wife as well.

These thoughts raced around inside Lynn's beautiful head, playing tag 
all the while with an undefined fear: a fear that to create an 
unpleasant scene aboard the Vera, to involve the police, to prosecute 
Hans, would automatically mean publicity. She knew that Harry Johnson 
was a very private man, and she was terribly afraid that to create any 
kind of scandal would destroy any willingness Harry had to cement his 
business deal with her husband, Mark. And that was the most important 
thing occupying her mind. If the deal fell through now, Lynn knew that 
it would be all her fault. All Mark's plans, his ambitions, would be 
ruined simply because his silly young wife had not known how to take 
care of herself. All his dreams of success would be forfeit, and who 
knows what effect that would have on their marriage. Lynn knew that she 
could not afford to create a scandal aboard the Vera, and her mind 
reeled between the desire to exact some kind of vengeance on the man 
who had so brutally violated her, and the fear that to exact that 
vengeance might destroy all chance of helping her husband take the next 
step upward on his all-important ladder of success.

Lynn lay down on the deck, trying to let the cool night air wash the 
tension out of her, drain her of the worry, the shame, and above all, 
the need to make a decision. Her delicate head rested uneasily on the 
deck, framed between the rail of the ship and the small, open porthole 
sunk into the teak wall of the raised deckhouse. Her arm hung over the 
side of the ship, sprayed every so often by the wake created by the 
cutting edge of the Vera's bow. Her imperceptibly quivering thighs 
spread themselves slightly, easing the pressure on the two still-
swollen lips of her recently violated vagina, and a moist drop of Hans' 
sperm escaped unnoticed down between her small, rounded buttocks. She 
moaned, unconsciously feeling the warm, protective arms of her husband 
encircling her, giving her a security only he could.

Mark, she sighed, I need you here with me. An aching desire filled her 
breast as her thoughts turned from the torture of her present situation 
to comforting visions of her husband. Lynn knew she had always needed 
him, had needed him from the first time she had seen him. That first 
time at the New Year's Eve party, all their dates together, and that 
first night when their passionate love for each other had led them to 
the physical point of no return.

Lynn sighed aloud, remembering with pleasure their first experience of 
the joys of sexually giving themselves to each other completely. They 
had come home from an early movie, still tingling from the petting and 
necking that had occupied most of their attention in the film and in 
the car on the way home. Lynn had been living at her parents' house, 
but they hadn't been home that night, and the note they left said they 
wouldn't be back until very late. Lynn and Mark had sauntered out into 
the small back-yard, clinging together, rubbing thigh against thigh, 
shoulder and leg against shoulder and leg. In the back, by the small 
greenhouse, before either of them knew it, they were on the soft green 
grass, their shared lust consuming all rationality. Mark was kissing 
her, his feverish hands were unzipping her dress, tearing off her 
flimsy brassiere and then his hand was suddenly squeezing and cupping 
the softness of one of her nakedly-exposed breasts, his lips leaving 
her mouth to suckle one trembling nipple hungrily. His other hand was 
still peeling the dress from her hungry loins, down off her writhing 
hips, down past her moist pubic hair, down her legs, and she ... Lord, 
yes, she helped kick off her restraining silk panties. And then he tore 
at his clothes making both of them naked, and Lynn gasped at the 
immensity of his hard-swollen cock jutting so hugely from his loins. 
Then he was between her legs, on top of her, and her brain was a 
seething cauldron of uncontrollable desire. She called to him that she 
was a virgin, but he was beyond hearing, and she ... yes, she was 
silently begging for his huge penis to rip through her hymen and fill 
her moist pink-rimmed pussy to its fullest, to surge into her untouched 
young belly, slide through the hair-covered, desire-moistened valley 
and fill her with his throbbing hardness. She was ready, and her hair 
flailed around her moaning face, her taut young breasts trembling on 
her chest as she prepared herself for him, for the first taste of 
masculine entrance.

And then he was there, his cock roaring up inside her like a rampaging 
animal, and great billows of intense pleasure swirled through her 
loins. He heaved and pumped, and she bucked wildly against him, 
instinctively locking her legs around his churning buttocks and crying 
out for more, farther, deeper. Finally, with a scream erupting from the 
two of them together, he had filled her hotly sucking young vagina with 
boiling, surging spurts of liquid fire in an overwhelming, never-ending 
flow.

Lynn opened her eyes, surprised to find she was still on the deck of 
the gently tossing Vera, and not in her own back-yard, lying quietly 
with Mark in the sudden stillness of their spent passions. She didn't 
have to look down at her lightly clothed body to know that her nipples 
were hard now, as they had been on that night, or that her pubic hair 
was moist from the lubrication which her mental images had caused her 
quivering cunt to secrete. She was aroused, aroused as she always was 
whenever she thought about her husband Mark and making love with him. 
And then the reality of her present position painfully forced its way 
back into the upper levels of her consciousness, causing her to tense 
again with the difficulty of her decision.

Should she complain to Harry, force him to do something about the 
violent attack his captain had made on her? Or would that simply create 
an impossible situation aboard the Vera, a situation that would 
antagonize Harry, anger him, make him think twice about conducting a 
business deal with a man whose wife did not even have sense enough to 
keep herself from getting raped? Lynn twisted on the deck in 
indecision. Surely she should have known better than to go with Hans to 
his cabin, surely she could have done something to stop his crazed 
attack, unless ...

Lynn turned away from the rail, tortured by the doubts in her mind, 
wracked by the fear that perhaps she had done nothing because she had 
secretly wanted Hans to take her, had wanted his huge cock thundering 
up her helplessly gaping vaginal passage, spewing forth its searing 
load into the deepest part of her soft belly ...

God, No! she cried to herself, No, that can't be! It can't! The 
voluptuous young wife pulled her knees up to her small heaving breasts, 
trying again to think of her husband, trying to rid herself of the 
unpleasant suspicions she knew in her heart must be untrue. Gradually 
the trembling woman grew quieter, the pounding in her breast lessened, 
and she began to let the rocking of the Vera lull her again into a more 
relaxed state. She lowered her knees, letting the tension flow out of 
them with the realization that she hadn't invited Hans' cruel attack, 
hadn't welcomed it, and, she thought, had only responded in order to 
lessen the incredible pain he was inflicting on her.

The petite young girl gazed up at the night sky, trying to recapture 
the feel of her husband's warm body up between her thighs, his head 
lowered on her shoulder in the aftermath of their passionate love-
making. She was aware now of the myriad night sea-sounds that 
surrounded her on all sides; the gentle swish of the sea as it sluiced 
past the bow of the Vera, the incessant metallic tapping of the wire 
halyard against the boat's aluminum flag pole, the hum of the powerful 
engines below decks. And something else. As she listened, she gradually 
noticed other sounds, human sounds, voices, coming from the porthole 
beside her head. Of course. Kate and Harry in the cabin below, washing 
the dishes from the evening meal. Indistinguishable at first, they 
became clearer, and if she listened closely she could almost ...

A sudden shiver ran down Lynn's spine as she finally realized the 
nature of the sounds. Unbelieving, she froze in the indecision of 
whether to run away, to find some secluded corner of the boat where she 
would not be able to hear, or else stay quietly and avoid discovery. 
For the sounds she heard clearly now, coming from the cabin below, were 
the unmistakable passionate cries of two people lost in frenzied sexual 
abandon. 

"Oh, Harry! Ohhh, yes! Yes! You've got such a beautiful hard cock! I 
love it inside, love it filling my cunt! Ohhhh! Fuck me, Harry, fuck me 
like this forever! Ohhhhh!"

Lynn felt an incredible dryness in her mouth and throat as she heard 
the lewd exchange of words. She wanted to get up and run, to escape the 
vile, disgusting talk which had suddenly invaded her ears, but her legs 
wouldn't move.

"Ohhhh, Kate, Kate!" came the panting voice of Harry Johnson. "Wrap 
your legs around me and pump your pussy on my cock! That's it, keep 
pumping me! Ahhhhh!"

Torturously, as if she needed to reassure herself that her mind was not 
playing tricks on her, that her ears could be believed, Lynn held her 
breath, waiting for the next terrible outrage to be committed on all 
that was sweet and good.

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

Lynn was perspiring freely now, her body wet underneath her light 
summer dress, beads of cold perspiration running down between her 
tightly constricted chest and belly to her cunt below which was 
tingling madly, salaciously, wickedly; for a moment she thought she was 
going to faint. A sudden wave of excitement was sweeping over her, 
making her confuse for one delicious moment what was going on in the 
cabin below with what had happened by the small greenhouse of her 
parents' back yard so long ago. She was exchanging places with her 
hostess in her imagination, and it was she that was getting fucked so 
beautifully rather than Kate. She tried to clear her senses, for she 
felt dirty, betrayed--and yet the passion climbed steadily, building 
faster and faster in a tornado that threatened to take command of her 
now awakened loins.

Transfixed by her own inner sensations, Lynn was unable to stop herself 
from being drawn to the porthole, carefully leaning forward across the 
deck. Her mind of boiling emotions prodded her, the lucidity of what 
she was doing and the self-loathing she experienced because of it fused 
together with the incoherency of mingling the reality of now with the 
dreams of Mark and herself.

She lay now with her head opposite the porthole and, guiltily, reached 
out to open the already ajar window. She gasped with a sudden intake of 
breath, and stared wide-eyed at the writhing, crashing couple on the 
bunk below, at the carnal, lewd side-show of her host and hostess ... 
Her mouth opened and she breathed raggedly but silently, and her vagina 
began to beat with an insistent pulsation, causing a flowing wetness of 
spiraling arousal down between her legs.

Kate Johnson, her full, beautifully sculpted body completely naked, lay 
on her back with her slender legs raised high in the air, her ankles 
and feet spread wide and straining to touch the ceiling. And her 
husband, his muscled body glistening with sweat, was astride her like a 
rider breaking a wild mare, his firm, hard buttocks charging powerfully 
up between her open thighs in a rhythm as old as man itself, and he had 
his lips tightly fastened to one of the girl's tender budding breasts. 
There was the soft slap of their naked flesh meeting, and the wet surge 
of Harry's hard, shining cock penetrating her hungrily clasping cunt, 
and the ecstatic expressions of sheer delight on both their faces as 
they heaved and bucked, flexed and jerked. One of her slim hands was 
pressed hard into her husband's muscular driving buttocks, down in the 
crevice between his cheeks, and her finger was slowly revolving inside 
his arched, clearly visible anus, following the tempo of his strokes by 
fucking his rectum in return.

Lynn's brain reeled convulsively, unable to understand her fascination 
at the spectacle. No, she cried silently, I shouldn't watch this. NO! 
But her eyes were frozen to the scene like warm lips onto icy cold 
metal.

Harry ceased his powerful drubbing of his wife's cunt, and drew back, 
the wetly glistening shaft of his hardened cock in full view now to 
Lynn. He knelt, his glistening red penis still poised at the hungry 
mouth of Kate's hair-fringed pussy, leering and panting down at her. 
She moaned and jerked uncontrollably.

"Say it," he demanded harshly. "Say that you want me to fuck you!"

"I did! I did already, Harry, honey!" Kate moaned, panting.

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

"Yes! Yes, Harry! Shoot my pussy deep and full! Fill me up! You know 
that I love your hot cum inside me! It makes me cum! Ohhh, please, bury 
your cock in me again, lover, bury it until it shoots!" 

Lynn watched in horrified fascination at the sweating man's gleaming 
expanse of penis which throbbed lasciviously in the light, and the way 
her lewdly squirming hostess seemed to be mesmerized by the rigidly 
palpitating rod of flesh ...

Then, with a leer of triumphal pleasure, the powerful used-car salesman 
levered downwards again, sinking his lust-heated penis far up into 
Kate's expanded belly, and Lynn heard her emit a low, almost painful 
squeal that made her wince from the harsh force it echoed. And in 
Lynn's empathetic weakened state, it was as if Mark was in there, 
driving his large penis into her vagina, as though she was lying 
beneath his crushing weight and not her boss's wife.

Harry was hammering fiercely into his wife's wide-splayed cunt now, his 
lips once more fastened on her pointed, bursting nipple. And as Lynn 
watched her hostess being fucked within an inch of her life, she began 
to lose the last vestiges of self-control. Her mind was drugged by the 
debauch, beclouded by the miasma of heat and fire and remembrances of 
long ago, and though a dim voice somewhere in the back of her mind 
tried to tell her to stop watching, she was past all rational thought 
and action, and her flesh was entirely separate from any restrictions 
her mind might have wished to place on it.

Her right hand slid down along her trembling body, down the flat plane 
of her sides, across her trembling stomach to rest on the moistened 
mound of her awakening pussy. Passion was melting in her loins, flowing 
through her blood, and her other hand pressed her breast of its own 
volition, making her gasp as her thumb and forefinger gently rolled the 
now sensitive hard nipple around and around.

Her own mewlings, soft as they were, were still loud enough to have 
been heard by the couple below had they been listening. But they were 
incoherently thrashing on the double bunk in wild abandonment, and Lynn 
could have screamed herself hoarse and probably not have bothered them 
in the least. She gathered the hem of her light dress and raised it to 
her waist, sliding one trembling hand under the tight elastic waist 
band of her panties and caressing her moist, sparsely-haired cuntal 
mound. The triangular center of her abject desires was now totally open 
to her eagerly searching fingers as she splayed wide her slim legs, 
tucking her dress around her waist, and the young wife rubbed her 
vagina's wetly inflamed lips as she had done in times previous. Only 
this time she knew it was worse, far worse, far more evil and perverted 
because she was doing it while watching the salacious fucking in the 
cabin below.

"Ohhhhh, Harry, faster! Faster!" Kate chanted on the bunk. "I'm almost 
there, Harry ... I'm almost ready to climax! Ohhhh! Cum! Cum! Cum!"

"Ohhhhh" the writhing man wailed in response. "Yes! Yes!" And he arched 
and bucked his body against hers in a renewed onslaught to their mutual 
orgasms.

Lynn rubbed harder and harder now, her middle finger sliding along the 
wet, softly protuberant cunt-lip, teasing her clitoris by running a 
nail around the erect, quivering little feminine phallus, feeling wave 
after wave of consuming pleasure ripple through her. She dropped her 
left hand from her breasts and insinuated first one, then two, and at 
last three fingers in the moistly glistening cunt-hole between her 
lewdly spasming thighs. In and out ... in and out, in a mockery of the 
sex act she was staring at so intently. In and out ... straining her 
body for the release she felt imminent.

"Oooooh, yesss, ooooh, yesss," Kate chanted over and over as Harry 
ceaselessly slammed his throbbing, expanding cock deep into her nakedly 
rounded belly with long hard lunges. Lynn's boss could feel the hot 
white cum boiling inside his heated balls as they beat wildly against 
his wife's upturned ass-cheeks. He grunted savagely and quickened his 
stroke, grinding hard and deep until his cock bored far up into the 
hidden, untouched recesses of her womb. Her breasts heaved and quivered 
up against the pressure of his chest, the desire-hardened nipples 
digging into his skin like tiny buttons.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" Kate screamed. Nothing mattered to her now but the 
delicious waves of stormy feeling in her aching cunt as her husband's 
thick cock drove in and out of her hotly clutching vagina, all the way 
until the blood-engorged head collided with her cervix deep inside with 
every powerful, pile-driving stroke.

Suddenly, Lynn saw Kate shiver under her husband's brutal assault.

"Oh, God! ... Yes, yesss, I'm cummmmming!" she cried, "Oh, God, I'm 
cummming, nowwww!" With a deep-throated groan, Kate's body stiffened 
and began vibrating uncontrollably, wet white cum oozing from the 
throbbing passage and drowning Harry's hugely impaling member with its 
sticky warmth.

The pounding man above her went berserk as she grunted out her climax 
against his cum-soaked pelvis, her body jerking spasmodically up 
against him. He wildly shoved his tongue far down her throat as his 
harshly kneading hands pulled the wide-spread cheeks of her clenching 
buttocks hard up against his grinding pelvis and he rammed his 
exploding cock all the way to the hilt into the depths of her soft 
unresisting cunt.

Kate thought her insides were about to split as she felt the head of 
the deep-sunk cock flex and flare into a hugeness that threatened to 
tear into her belly. Then, suddenly, he erupted, his thick hot liquid 
shooting deep up into her widely stretched womb, mixing deliciously 
with the juices of her own sensuality. Her mind whirled in a seemingly 
endless orgasm as the powerful, burning, squirts surged deep inside 
her, filling her to overflowing with its hot sticky whiteness. The 
fiery, drenched walls of her cunt clasped and unclasped wildly around 
it, working and sucking at his penis as though trying to milk him dry. 
More and more cum flowed wetly out around his still driving penis, 
spilling down into the soft, excitedly clenching crevice of her 
buttocks and flooding over his emptying balls and the base of his 
convulsing cock as he fucked relentlessly into her. Dazzling flashes of 
light filled her head as she breathed in short, desperate gasps, their 
mingled fluids flowing in unchecked spurts down the full quivering 
moons of her uncontrollably jerking buttocks.

Lynn saw Kate reach frantically under her squirming buttocks with both 
hands, and begin to desperately milk at the dancing balls pressed into 
the split of her quivering ass-cheeks. Her legs jerked out, trembling 
insanely into the air around Harry's shoulders. The giant cock still 
continued to throb and flex, jerking its completion in hot white 
spurts, filling her womb and soaking the soft brown pubic hair it was 
buried in.

Lynn stared at the lewd stream of ejaculations running down between 
Kate's wide-split buttocks, and just as Harry's cum triggered his 
wife's orgasm, so too did it set off her own climax. The lovely, 
bewitched young wife strained and stretched her limbs to the point of 
aching, and she lifted herself off the deck in a trembling, spasming 
arch of completion, grasping her cunt with both hands tightly and 
squeezing and rubbing and clawing ...

I'm cumming! ... Oh, I'm cumming, with everything I have, just the way 
I do with Mark ... Aaaaggggghhhhh!!!

Her small, delicious body jerked upwards in contorted pleasure as the 
violence of her climax washed over her. Then, drained and exhausted by 
the enormous release of her sexual tensions, she collapsed back onto 
the deck, breathing harshly. Her shivering cunt contracted 
spasmodically again and again as the intensity of her self-manipulated 
climax began to ebb. Fogged noises came dully to her ringing ears, were 
beaten back, and renewed their attack to finally break in upon her 
consciousness with terrifying reality. The sheer sickness of her 
voyeurism froze the fingers still lying prisoner in her oozing cunt, 
and she slowly removed them as though trying to avoid any further 
contact with her passion-aroused vaginal lips. With a muffled cry, she 
rose quickly to her feet and made her way to the foremost point of the 
bow, and sank to her knees steadying herself on the railing.

God! What is wrong with me? I must be sick! she thought to herself. 
Mark? I need you!

The distraught young woman clenched her hands on the railing struggling 
to rid herself of the pangs of shame coursing through her voluptuous 
young body. She had masturbated many times before, but never this way; 
never while being vicariously excited by the sexual contortions of 
another couple. She loosened her hold on the railing, and rested her 
palms on the gently undulating deck of the Vera. Her mind gradually 
took control, subjugating the fierceness of her aroused passions. She 
discovered her face was streaming with tears, and quickly wiped her 
eyes on the hem of her dress. Her body stopped its shaking, and was 
suddenly filled with a deathly silence. And yet not a total silence. 
Something echoed with undeniable finality through the empty silence 
gripping her soul ... what was it? ... something Hans had said only 
this afternoon ...

There's no turning back now. You've been introduced to a whole new 
world, and you know something? You ain't seen nothing yet. 

Was it true? No, please God, it can't be, Lynn prayed.

*  *   *

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



Chapter 6 


Harry Johnson stood up, threw his half-finished cigarette over the 
side, and tried to stretch away the stiffness the cool morning air had 
let invade his muscular body. The horizon was just beginning to be 
visible, a very faint, almost indiscernible difference in color between 
sea and sky. The sun was still almost thirty minutes away, but already 
a faint glow could be seen in the east, giving the promise of another 
beautiful Caribbean day. Probably another hot one, Harry thought to 
himself, but that's the best kind.

He was in good spirits. The Vera had had absolutely no problems on her 
maiden voyage, which he knew was unusual for any boat. The morning air 
caused his body to tingle with the excitement of the impending day, and 
the light and steady wind circled in disturbed streams around his 
standing figure, cleansing it, freeing it of any and all cares. All 
cares, that is, except one. Lynn Shaffer.

Harry was slightly worried about Lynn, but only slightly. She had 
seemed very disturbed last night when she'd gone to bed, and he hoped 
Hans had not overdone the job he was supposed to do. Of course, Harry 
had no idea what had really happened between his captain and the lovely 
young blonde in the fo'c'sle, nor did he realize that Lynn had also 
been disturbed by the sight of Kate and himself fucking away on the 
bunk in the main cabin the night before. His thoughts centered not on 
the past, but on the future; with only 12 or so hours left until they 
reached Nassau, he knew he would have to act fast. As his mind imagined 
the sensuous, undulating body of Lynn Shaffer, Harry felt his cock 
quiver in anticipation.

He had been planning to go to her cabin the night before, to comfort 
her, of course. And then to comfort her more, of course, and in more 
explicit ways. But he'd been kept busy the whole damn night by his 
wife, who'd teased and pleased his thoughts away from anything else 
besides her own, deliciously seductive body. Oh hell, Harry grinned to 
himself, satiated for the time being, there is no way I'm going to 
leave for one minute when Kate's really in heat.

But it was now a new day, and every new day brought new challenges, and 
Harry's new challenge of the day was Lynn Shaffer. He made himself a 
vow, raising his hand comically in a mock oath to the still absent sun, 
that before this day was over, he would have Lynn Shaffer's tight 
little pussy pinned up in his trophy case with all the others. He 
grinned lewdly, some strange connection being drawn in his mind between 
the locks of hair which Indians hung on their belts to signify their 
prowess, and the locks of hair he himself had taken, though admittedly 
in a somewhat less violent way. 

"Good morning, Harry."

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

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

"I came up the aft companionway." Lynn stretched her arms to the 
lessening darkness above her head, and her mouth opened in an 
uncontrollable yawn.

"Oh my ..." she said, trying ineffectually to stop the yawn with one 
tiny hand. 

"Still tired?" Harry asked, smiling.

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

"Well, it's only 5 o'clock, you can still catch forty winks."

"Oh no, I came up to catch the sunrise. I can never get back to sleep 
after I've gotten up anyway."

Harry smiled at her, trying to keep his eyes from boring under the robe 
she was wearing, trying to imagine if she was wearing anything under 
that robe.

Lynn turned away and glanced towards the east, to where the sky was 
paling now, spreading just the hint of pastel along half the horizon. 
She breathed deeply, trying to let the cool air relieve her small 
muscles of the tension that had kept her awake all night. Luckily Harry 
had had the watch this morning. She had waited until Hans had gone to 
his cabin at 4 a.m. before she had felt safe enough to come on deck. 
And even then she waited, trying to resolve the conflict which had been 
torturing her the entire night. She had finally made up her mind to 
confide in Harry, to explain to him that while she wanted no publicity 
to cause him any embarrassment, she felt that Hans should be punished 
for the brutal rape he had made upon her. She'd also decided, though, 
that she would leave the matter in his hands, and that he could use his 
own good judgment as to what to do. In this way, Lynn felt sure she 
would avoid any ill feeling on his part, any antagonism which might 
have repercussions on her husband's business deal. She had no idea, of 
course, that no amount of scandal could persuade Harry to pass up the 
deal he was getting on Mark's car lot, to pass up the opportunity of 
selling that choice bit of real estate to the city for triple what it 
was going to cost him.

Lynn turned to Harry, and found him sitting by the wheel, his eyes upon 
her. He smiled gently at her, and she took this as an invitation to rid 
herself of the worry that had threatened to drive her crazy the last 12 
hours. Surely this kind man would be able to help her, to take the 
awful burden of decision from her small, helpless shoulders.

"Harry, I'd like to talk with you about something," she started 
hesitantly, and then turned away, unable to find the right tack upon 
which to begin.

Harry's eyes never left her. He knew instinctively that his "Uncle 
Harry" ploy had worked again, and that this distraught, delicious, 
young girl was going to come to him for comfort. A chill ran dot his 
spine as he imagined how the conversation would go, and he dismissed 
the inconvenience of his having to stand watch imposed on the 
situation, knowing full well that nothing could stop him from the 
sexual feast that awaited him now.

"What is it, Lynn?" Harry said, somehow managing to hide his lewd 
thoughts behind a mask of concern. "Is something the matter?"

The voluptuous bookkeeper didn't answer, couldn't answer now as the 
shame and humiliation of that afternoon in Hans' cabin rushed back 
again through her mind with paralyzing force. She shook her head, 
trying to fend off the tears she knew were going to come any second, 
trying to maintain some semblance of control over her emotions. 
Finally, she let herself go, sinking on the seat across the cockpit 
from Harry, letting the tears stream down her cheeks with unashamed 
vigor. She had wanted to be rational, collected, when she talked with 
Harry, and now ... maybe she was just a little kid like Mark said ... 
maybe she couldn't take care of herself ... maybe ...

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

Harry stood up, and flicked the small lever that locked the wheel onto 
its present course. He quickly crossed to his helpless employee, and 
sat on the seat next to her. He shivered from the closeness of her tiny 
body, and barely stifled a moan as he glanced quickly down into the 
"vee" of her robe, and saw that her delicately rounded breasts were 
unprotected by a brassiere of any kind. They heaved with enticing jerks 
as Lynn tried to control her sobbing, and it was all Harry could do not 
to reach out and cup one of them softly in his powerful hand.

Instead, he put his hands tentatively on Lynn's shoulders, and felt 
through her robe as she started slightly. He kept his voice soothing, 
and reassuring, as he quickly began to widen his advantage.

"Lynn, there must be something very wrong for you to be this upset. Why 
don't you just dry your eyes ... come on, here's a handkerchief ... 
that's it ... that's a good girl ... now why don't you just tell me 
what it is that's bothering you so much."

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

"Oh, Mr. Johnson ... Harry ... I don't know. I mean I do know ... but I 
don't know how to tell you." Lynn felt the sobs coming again, and was 
again powerless to stop them.

"Come on there ... hey now ... come on now ..." Harry crooned, his 
hands beginning to run reassuring rhythms along the fleshy upper parts 
of her two slender arms. All at once, Harry was surprised to find Lynn 
in his arms, cradled against his powerful chest like a daughter 
snuggling into her father's protective embrace, and even he didn't know 
how she had gotten there. His dormant cock stirred instantly at the 
unbearably tantalizing sensations caused by Lynn's long blonde hair 
against his chin and neck. Immediately, Harry's arms enfolded her, 
which reassured the unaware young woman, and excited Harry himself 
tremendously.

"That's all right ... calm down now ... take it easy." His voice sang a 
soothing lullaby, and his hands and arms pressed into Lynn's soft, 
pliable young body with increasing fervor.

Gradually, Lynn felt the sobbing ebb, felt her mind again asserting 
itself. She also felt Harry's arms around her, giving her a warm, 
little-girl feeling, felt his chest moving as he breathed, felt his 
words coursing over her in waves of comfort. She closed her eyes, 
letting the tension drain out of her, trying to isolate and understand 
the vague sensations running along her bones and skin. She attributed 
them to the relaxation that overcame her supple body now, and they 
began to center unhindered in the soft inner reaches of her moist pink 
cunt.

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

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

Lynn surrendered herself to the suggestions of this warm, understanding 
man. She lay a few moments more with her head against Harry's muscular 
chest, and let her mind go wherever it wanted. Her mind seemed to be 
able to concentrate on nothing besides the soothing, father-like 
caresses Harry was sending like gifts to her keyed-up body. She sighed 
softly with pleasure, happy now that she had found someone to talk to 
... to trust. The tingling of her loins became a low, quiet, sensation 
of pleasure which permeated her entire body, enveloping her in a 
blissful feeling of well-being. And then she gradually became aware 
that she was beginning to feel more, much more.

The aroused young woman quickly extricated herself from the confining 
hold of the powerful man beside her, and brushed her disheveled hair 
back into some semblance of order.

"Harry, I've got to tell you this ... I've got to tell you something 
about Hans."

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

"Lynn, do you feel up to talking about it now?"

The voluptuous young housewife tried to say that she was indeed up to 
it, but nothing came out. She was aware only of the hand on her flesh, 
not patting now, but gently, almost imperceptibly, massaging. A shudder 
ran up her spine, caused by the pressure on her smooth, perfectly 
formed thigh, and also by the manly scent emanating from the nearness 
of Harry's conditioned body. She sensed, rather than felt, the 
excitement that was coursing through Harry's body. Then glanced 
surreptitiously down at him, and gasped under her breath as she saw the 
bulge in his pants that could only be caused by one thing, a rock-hard 
cock straining to free itself.

The robe-clad woman stiffened slightly, and tried to move away from the 
caresses of her boss. But Harry held her easily with his right hand, 
and his left sank suggestively a little lower on the inside of her 
thigh while his eyes held hers with their gaze.

"Lynn, you're a beautiful girl, and I hate to see you upset. I hate to 
see you crying like you were just now. I wish I could do something to 
help, to calm you down, to help you relax. Do you think I could? Do you 
think I could do that? Help you relax ... relax ... and calm down? 
Could I do that ... Hmmmmm?"

Lynn was transfixed as she stared into Harry's hypnotizing eyes. She 
felt his hand up between her trembling thighs now, kneading them, 
stroking them, threatening to turn the slumbering fires in her loins to 
raging storms. She now felt trembles of pleasure surge through her 
body, up in between her ivory-hued breasts, and down again to the 
quivering walls of her clasping, grasping, vagina. But she could do 
nothing. She couldn't open her mouth. Her surprise at again finding 
herself involved sexually with a man not her husband, and again not 
being able to ignore the incredibly pleasurable throbbing, froze her 
mind to everything but the physical sensations now streaming in to her 
consciousness.

Suddenly, Harry's right hand moved quickly around and turned Lynn's 
delicate face to him. She gasped with the force of his move, and as her 
mouth opened he covered it with his own, forcing his swiftly darting 
tongue deep into her resisting cavity. She desperately tried to free 
herself, and then as quickly, thrust herself into his arms, lancing her 
own tongue at his, and encircling it in the darkness of her frantically 
moving mouth. 

Harry gasped with surprise at the unexpected response from his aroused 
young bookkeeper, and then flexed his hands into the softness of her 
flesh. She moaned in pleasure, and Harry's hands moved over her body, 
along the narrowness of her waist, over the voluptuously rounded curve 
of her hips and into the naked hardness of her cuntal valley below. She 
clutched his hand as his fingers gathered the folds of her robe and he 
reached to touch the crease of her hot loins.

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

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

"Aaaahhh!" Lynn sighed, beginning to lose all control over her actions, 
beginning to forget her resolve, her pride, even her husband, as her 
mind became attuned to one thing, and one thing only: the blistering 
heat generated by the expertly moving hands of her passion-aroused 
host.

"Does that feel good, Lynn dear?" Harry panted, "Do you want me to keep 
on?"

"Oh God, yes ... yes ..." Lynn managed to get out. She was a totally 
aroused female now, straining with desire after only a few minutes of 
sexual manipulation. She was tortured now with the effort, not of 
trying to impose her reason on the mindless passion that was overcoming 
her, but trying to keep that reason at bay, trying to keep it away long 
enough so that her body might be satisfied sexually.

"Do you want me to go on, baby?" Harry asked, drawing his hand out from 
underneath her parted robe.

"Yes ... please ... yes ..." the luscious young blonde moaned.

"Then you're going to have to do something for me first." With a groan, 
Harry shifted himself on the seat, and unzipped the zipper on his 
bulging pants. "Now, go on dear, take out my cock."

An undesired shudder of sensual excitement quivered through the young 
girl at his command, yet she couldn't do as he asked. She fought the 
pin-pricks of sensation which rose up through her belly. "No, please 
..."

Once again Harry reached over for her, well aware of the hopeless 
battle raging within his aroused young guest. He slid his hand under 
her robe and along the soft, warm flesh of her inner thigh and she 
merely moaned, no longer trying to stop him.

With thumb and forefinger he spread the fleshy lips of golden pubic 
hair lining the outside of her moist, pink cunt. Lynn sat back, holding 
her breath, still unable to offer more than token resistance to his 
hands coursing over her body. The exquisite feeling of air rushing over 
the rising bud of her clitoris rippled through her now jelly-like 
muscles and out into the nipples of her excitedly heaving breasts, 
destroying all feeling of debasement, humiliation, or anything else but 
the delightful pleasures building within her. The straining thighs 
relaxed and parted loosely as she turned toward Harry with a low, 
surrendering moan, as if her mind were separate from her body.

Her hand moved across his pants and slid inside his open fly and 
clasped his heavy, thick cock. And to her horrified amazement, she 
found that her fingers, of their own volition, were pushing his jockey 
shorts aside and bringing the hard, fleshy rod out of its prison, out 
until it stood up menacingly and erect, her long fingers wrapping 
themselves lovingly around it.

"Ahhh, that's it, baby," Harry grunted. He undid his belt and top 
trouser button, and allowed Lynn to slide his pants down, and then his 
shorts. Now he was sitting nakedly displayed on the cockpit seat. In 
spite of her revulsion, something made Lynn caress and stroke his 
throbbing cock, manipulating the long foreskin up and down over the 
angry red coronal rim. She slid her hand down the hotly throbbing shaft 
to its base and then below, to cup and squeeze his sperm-bloated 
testicles reverently, cradling them with inherent affection, then 
trailing back up to pinch at the beautifully formed rod of aching male-
flesh with tiny, nipping pressures.

Her hips ground of their own volition hotly down against the seat and 
she heard her own purring, animal-like sounds emitting painfully from 
between her passion-clenched teeth. She couldn't believe it! Yet, it 
was happening to her, by her ... What is wrong with me? she thought 
confusedly. I can't stop myself ... I want to touch his penis! I have 
to touch it ... ooooh, God! 

Harry sat back, not touching her now, luxuriating in the submission 
that had fully overtaken the girl. She was kissing his neck, his cheek, 
his ears and eyes and lips, her hot, wet, little tongue licking at him 
wildly ... not knowing or caring any longer what spell had come over 
her, her glazed mind filled only with the credo of his magnificent 
cock.

Harry was mesmerized with the breathtaking loveliness of the young 
blonde. Her firm, sleek body was an entrancing combination of swelling 
breasts and thighs, and he gaped at the velvet-like, honey-covered 
silken down that she was exploring gently with her fingers now, the 
junction of her slightly spread thighs. The thin, pink, hair-lined slit 
running the full length of her openly spread cunt caused his mouth to 
water, and his tongue flicked over his lips in keen anticipation as he 
watched the glassy expression in her eyes.

"Get down between my legs," Harry ordered, watching her small young 
breasts dance and her lush, rounded buttocks sway as she crawled on all 
fours to his command, her beautiful long blonde tresses pouring down 
over her shoulders like a cascading, golden waterfall. "Now lick my 
cock, baby. Put my cock in your mouth and suck ..."

And she did, even though this was one of the things she had never done 
to a man before; making him cum with her hand was one thing -- but 
kissing a man on his penis was something only perverts did, only sick 
people! But I must be sick ... I can't help myself ... I want to suck 
his cock, just like he wants ... Dear God ...

Lynn lavished Harry's quivering shaft before her with her warm, wet 
tongue, brushing and grazing from its base along its blood-thickened 
underside up to its lust-hardened cock-head, sucking, playing, kissing 
with long hungry strokes ... then back down to its base and to the 
black-haired pubic growth and then lower, down around the distended, 
bloated sac of his testicles, hot from their load of sperm. Ohhh, I 
love it! I love it!

Her first taste of pungent male spice instigated wild tremors of 
delight in her young body, and she uncontrollably balanced herself on 
one arm while she reached back with her other and slowly, tenderly felt 
her breasts and nipples, belly and thighs. Ohhh ... Lynn was wild with 
frenzy, her stomach and vagina churning now with a spasming need that 
she had never dreamed existed and which was driving her to the point of 
orgasmic madness. God ... she loved this! Quickly she trailed her 
tongue back over Harry's hair-covered balls and along the heavily 
throbbing shaft to its lewdly bobbing head, and with a tiny groan, 
slipped her lips wetly down over it. God! She wanted to suck his thick 
male sperm down into her throat and belly!

She began to suck and lick in earnest now, and though a small shudder 
of revulsion at what she was allowing herself to do passed through her 
momentarily, she realized that the exquisite deliciousness of Harry's 
cock was too much to resist. She felt the wiry hair of his loins rub 
against her with every thrust, and as greater sensations of abandoned 
ecstasy grew to burn her vagina still hotter, nothing mattered but the 
sweet agony of the lewd desires which rippled through her almost-naked 
flesh.

Dear God! This isn't happening! her mind kept repeating over and over, 
but she knew it was, and the pungent odors of Harry's lust-engorged 
cock slithering in and out of her lips stung her flared nostrils and 
she began to insanely run her tongue faster over his hotly pulsating 
shaft and bulging cock-head. She may be sick, she thought crazily, but 
she didn't want this to stop! Her cunt contracted involuntarily as the 
lascivious thought raced out of control through her passion-fogged 
mind.

"Now, baby," Harry hissed down at her, "beg for it."

"Mmmmmm," Lynn mewled, her mouth still ovalled tautly around his 
throbbing hardness. "Ohhh, yes ... yes ..." Her words were muffled and 
indistinct, but deeply felt, for all control of her body was gone.

"Beg me to cum in your mouth, baby," he commanded, continuing to grind 
his cock into her wet quivering throat.

"Ohhh, yes ... cum in my mouth!" she babbled, the thought of her own 
lips spewing out those lewd desires for the first time in her life 
sending new lascivious thrills racing through her.

Harry Johnson felt the softness of her tongue swirling around the apex 
of his penis and flicking magically all around his shaft, and he flexed 
his buttocks, watching the girl's honey-blonde head bob crazily up and 
down as she worked her mouth around his still swelling, hammering cock. 
It was a masterful sight, he thought, watching it, though he wondered 
why she didn't choke. Great whirls of heat were building in the sac of 
his testicles, and he could see tiny rivulets of perspiration rolling 
in thin droplets from the side of Lynn's firm, white-skinned body. 

"Suck me, baby, suck me harder!"

In a wild, maniacal need for fulfillment, Lynn sucked his lust-hardened 
penis like a wanton whore, and the thickly pummeling instrument 
disappeared in strange, lengthening fusion with her face as Harry drove 
upward with hollowing buttocks, sinking his penis far up into the 
tormented young housewife's open mouth until his pubic hair brushed the 
tip of her nose. His sperm-bloated balls danced lewdly beneath, 
slapping in unison with his thrusts hard against her upraised chin. 
Then, his climax rolling out of his balls like a thunder-cloud out of 
the sky, Harry suddenly jerked his cock from her roundly sucking lips, 
holding his huge, red glans about two inches away from her ovalled 
mouth.

"Oh, no Harry ... please, I want it! I must have it!" pleaded the 
stricken girl, groaning with the agonizing and overpowering fire of her 
unfulfilled lust fanning out of control in her pulsating cunt, and 
tried to pull him to her, her mouth gaping at his wildly jumping cock.

But before she could close her widely open lips over his cock again, it 
began to spew hot, sticky cum directly into the searching cavern of her 
mouth, and the thick, quick spurts streamed lewdly from the dancing tip 
filling her waiting mouth to the brim. She swallowed voraciously, 
trying not to lose a drop of the hot, lust-inciting fluid, rapidly 
attempting to keep up with the wildly ejaculating cock squirting its 
load of lewd male cum into her face. Harry throbbed out the last of his 
cock's stream of semen, and then a thin string of sticky white fluid 
ran from its blunt head to her glistening wet lips as Lynn desperately 
moved forward to take the deflating shaft between her closed lips.

And then Harry leaned back, gasping contentedly. "Ahhh," he murmured. 
"Not bad, not bad."

"Ohhhh," Lynn mewled. She had almost been ready to cum when she felt 
Harry's hot sperm spewing deep in her mouth and throat in great, 
gushing torrents and the way it billowed heat in her stomach when she 
was swallowing the white, burning ejaculations -- but she was still 
just seconds away.

"Oh, Harry ... please ... I need ... please ..." she moaned 
incoherently.

Harry looked down on her and smiled at her through his satiation. There 
would be other times, he thought, and it was better not to satisfy her 
completely in the beginning.

"Oh, Lynn, dear, I'm sorry ... I just can't. I'm exhausted." He smiled, 
knowing he could empty his loaded cock into her cunt five times before 
he would even begin to feel it.

Lynn squirmed on the deck in her frustration, and then abruptly stood 
up, gathering her robe around her. Hysterically, she made her way 
tripping out of the cockpit, aware of Harry's eyes on her, aware now of 
the shame of what she had done, unable to keep the unendurable pangs of 
humiliation from stabbing their way like razor knives into the tortured 
recesses of her mind.

And then she saw a movement, halfway up the deck. She froze in panic, 
nothing in her mind now except fear, the overwhelming fear of having 
done something incredibly wrong, and having been discovered at it.

For what she thought she'd seen, what she hoped above all hope that she 
hadn't seen, was the furtive figure of Hans Piemmel, the captain of the 
Vera, disappearing down the fore companionway with the unmistakable 
outline of a camera in his hand.



Chapter 7 


Hans Piemmel had gone to bed as soon as Harry relieved him from the 
watch, and had fallen asleep immediately. But only an hour later he 
woke, prodded to consciousness by his sailor's ear, an ear that 
listened to his ship, the wind, and the sea, even while he slept. He 
lay quietly for a minute, trying to isolate the one sound which had 
waked him from all the others filtering into the darkness of his cabin.

Unable to decide what had disturbed him, he did not go back to sleep, 
as so many landlubbers would, but immediately rose and pulled on his 
tight blue jeans, and reached for the flashlight lying by his bed. A 
man could never turn his back on the sea, even while he slept, and the 
burly captain of the Vera had stayed alive many times because he 
followed through on what had only been intuition. Perhaps what had 
waked him had only been the faint tapping of some sixth sense on the 
sleep-fogged panes of his mind, but Hans knew better than to ignore 
that tapping.

Padding softly up the fore companionway on his bare feet, his ears 
attuned to the whispering night, Hans slid back the hatch cover, and 
raised his head into the rapidly lifting darkness. The motor sounded 
fine, no problem there, and the weather was holding clear and calm. 
Hans listened a while, and almost decided he'd answered a false alarm, 
when he heard the faint but unmistakable sounds of a woman moaning. 
Stepping up the companionway ladder two more steps, he peered into the 
early morning light, over the raised deckhouse, back into the cockpit.

What he saw there caused a lewd grin to flit momentarily across his 
face, and his insatiable cock to stir hungrily against the zipper of 
his jeans. What he saw was Harry Johnson leaning lazily back against 
the side of the cockpit, and the familiar form of Lynn Shaffer, propped 
on one arm, between his legs on the floor of the cockpit, one hand 
wrapped lovingly around the base of Harry's massive cock, her mouth and 
darting tongue tickling the bulbous head insanely. Hans' grin was wiped 
off his face and replaced by a look of cunning calculation. Quickly, 
and silently, he descended the ladder, retraced his steps to his bunk, 
and reached underneath to pull out his faded duffel bag. Tearing the 
drawstrings apart, he searched inside until he found the leather case 
containing his camera and film, and quickly began to load his most 
light sensitive film into the camera. He could only work with available 
light, so the pictures wouldn't be great, but the sky was beginning to 
lighten up considerably and if he waited he might miss his chance 
completely. Besides, the pictures didn't have to be that good. The 
threat of having good pictures was enough. 

Coming stealthily up on deck, Hans crawled forward until only his head 
showed over the deckhouse. He managed to squeeze off five shots on a 
slight time exposure before Harry began spurting his burning hot seed 
into the young woman's eagerly waiting mouth. Hans' vicarious 
excitement in witnessing this scene was cut short as Lynn suddenly 
stood up, and quickly began to make her way toward the front of the 
boat. Hans spun around, hurried on his knees to the open hatch cover, 
and twisted his body down into it. He paused slightly, allowing Lynn to 
notice him, and then disappeared down the hatch, holding his right arm 
above his head as he descended so that Lynn could not mistake the 
object he held in his hand for anything but a camera. Once below, he 
sauntered to his cabin, and grinned with satisfaction as he flopped 
down on his bunk. His lips formed around a slight, off-key whistle, and 
his hands worked to remove the exposed film from its container.

Above, Lynn remained as if rooted to the spot where she stood. Her mind 
jumped crazily and abruptly from the frustration and shame she had just 
been through in the cockpit with Harry, and settled with fearful 
finality on this new development: Hans had been taking pictures while 
she and Harry ...

Oh no, what do I do now? For one split second Lynn had a vision of 
herself in hell, tormented by unseen demons, unable to take a single 
step without raising from her path hideous forms that tore at her naked 
body and ran their slathering tongues over her smooth pink flesh, 
leering at her with smoldering eyes and toothless gums. She turned 
hysterically back to the cockpit, and was confronted with the spectacle 
of Harry stuffing his huge, deflated penis into his pants. She stared 
at his massive cock as though it had become a living creature that 
threatened her with annihilation, that was capable of ripping her body 
apart at the slightest whim. Again she whirled, moving forward quickly 
on the boat, desperately trying to find some escape from this floating, 
pitching, circle of hell. But there was none. She rushed across the 
deck, trying blindly to make her way aft, but smashed her shin against 
the teak wall of the deckhouse and sank to the deck, whimpering softly, 
clutching her battered shin in both hands, utterly defeated.

Her downfall was complete, she thought, as the hysterical core of her 
mind was gradually haloed by a desperate lucidity. Not only had she 
been the victim of some ungodly metamorphosis aboard the Vera, from 
saint to sinner, but that transition had been recorded and filed on 
film, to be used ... how? Again, Lynn could not escape the only 
possible conclusion: Hans was going to show those pictures to her 
husband, Mark. And what would Mark do? Lynn shuddered. What would any 
man do if he saw his wife willingly sucking another man's cock?

There was only one way out of her predicament, Lynn knew. She had to 
get those pictures from Hans at whatever cost; and to destroy them. She 
stood up, flexing the pain out of her shin, and walked with surprising 
determination to the forward companionway, which led down into the 
darkness of the main cabin below. She was less frightened now, her 
hysteria cooled by sobering necessity. Unhesitatingly, she lowered her 
small, luscious body into the darkness below.

Hans had just finished unloading his camera, when he heard her knocking 
with surprising force on the door of his cabin. Sooner than I thought, 
he said to himself, an evil grin spreading across his face. He rose, 
walked over to the door, but had to step back as Lynn threw it open, 
and stepped into the cabin. Her small, delicious breasts were heaving 
up and down from the intensity of her emotions, and she was clearly 
unaware that she stood in front of her tormentor clad only in the half-
open robe she'd been wearing upstairs.

"Good evening, Mrs. Shaffer, Ma'am," Hans said mockingly. "Is there 
something I can do for you?"

Lynn hesitated, intimidated by the tone of his voice. Her confusion and 
fear returned to her, constricting her throat to the extent that she 
could only manage an affirmative nod. She pulled her flimsy robe over 
her lusciously inviting body, but knew she couldn't hide its voluptuous 
curves and hidden recesses from the piercing eye of the sailor's 
imagination.

"Well now," Hans said, reveling in the discomfort his look caused her 
as it stripped the unsubstantial piece of terrycloth from her quivering 
body, "speak up. Don't tell me I have to stand here and guess?"

Gathering the robe even closer to her, Lynn managed to force a whisper 
from her paralyzed throat. 

"That camera ..."

"You'll have to speak up, baby. I'm a little hard of hearing." Hans was 
having a great time.

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

Hans paused, and then went back to sit on the edge of his bunk.

"Yes, I did. As a matter of fact, I did," he grinned. "I was just 
trying to get some shots of the sun rising. Didn't get any though. Got 
up on deck a little too early. Too bad. Had to settle for just a few 
scenic shots ... you know, waves and birds, and that kind of thing?"

"You mean you didn't ... I mean ... did you ...?" Lynn faltered, 
confused, almost half-believing his little joke. Her hope was short-
lived.

"... get a few shots of you? Yeah, as a matter of fact, I did. Only I 
couldn't see you too well, 'cause Harry's knee seemed to keep getting 
in the way. Still, I think you'll like 'em. They really make a 
statement. Very exciting photographs -- I, for one, really think they 
ought to be published."

Lynn's blood turned to ice as her suspicions were proven true, and her 
voice assumed an abjectly pleading tone.

"Hans, please, you've got to give me those pictures ... please."

"Give 'em to you. What do you mean? If we sell 'em, to the right people 
that is, we'll both make a lot of money, don't you see? These pictures 
could be very profitable for both of us." 

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

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

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

Lynn couldn't believe her ears. She started to say something, but he 
stopped her.

"... but you can't expect me to give up my share in the profit we were 
going to make off 'em, can you now?"

"But, I can't ..." Lynn stuttered, "I don't have any money."

"I'm not talking about money, baby," he retorted, "money will come 
later. What I'm talking about is something a little different."

Lynn gasped as she read his meaning in the lust-excited pupils of his 
cruel eyes. Ah God, she thought to herself, he can't mean ... I can't. 
Not again. Her thoughts forced themselves into her throat, and she 
heard herself saying, "No ... I won't ... you can't do this ..."

"But I can baby," Hans sneered, "Don't you realize I can do anything I 
want with you now? All I've got to do is show these pictures to Mark 
Shaffer, and you've lost yourself a husband."

"No, Mark wouldn't ... he would understand. He could never believe that 
I would ..."

"Not even with the evidence right in front of him?" the sadistic sailor 
interrupted. 

"No ... never ... he wouldn't ..."

"All right, honey, then try this one on for size." Hans stood up, and 
walked over to her. "I understand your husband and Harry Johnson have a 
little business deal cooking, that right? Never mind answering, I know 
it's right. Well, let me ask you a question. What if I went to Harry 
Johnson, and said I wanted some money for these pictures?" Hans smiled 
as Lynn turned her delicate body away from his, and saw that she did 
not follow what he was saying. "Let me put it this way. There are two 
people in those pictures, baby, not just you. Well suppose I went to 
that other person, Harry Johnson, and said that you, and me, and your 
little husband had all decided we needed a little money. And then, 
suppose I told him we had decided to work together." Hans smiled 
sadistically as Lynn turned slowly to him, her face tortured by the 
sudden realization of what he was saying. "And then suppose I told him 
we decided to plant you between his legs, so we could take some nice 
little pictures of the two of you together."

"No!" Lynn screamed. "You couldn't! You wouldn't!"

"Yes, baby I could and I would." Hans' voice hardened again, and he 
reached out and spun Lynn's frail body into his powerful manliness. 
Grasping her shoulders with his huge hands, he lifted her almost off 
the floor, and held her close to his vicious, twisted face. "You are my 
property now, baby, and I can do anything I want to with you. 'Cause if 
you don't go along with everything I say, I will show those pictures to 
Johnson, and say you were in on it, and then you can kiss that little 
business deal good-bye!"

Lynn's mind rebelled hopelessly at what he was saying, but she knew he 
was right. He held an absolute control over her now, and there was 
absolutely nothing she could to about it. She went limp in his arms 
knowing that she was totally defeated, knowing that her shame was 
complete, and that from this moment on she would be living in a hell 
governed by the mad, sex-crazed sailor who held her so close. Her head 
dropped, and she did not even offer the slightest resistance as Hans 
Piemmel lifted her easily from the floor and deposited her in the same 
bunk where he had taken her so cruelly the first time.

She didn't protest as he peeled the robe from her impassive shoulders, 
but stared with glazed eyes at the ceiling above her head, knowing that 
whatever might come, there was no use fighting it. She had lost all her 
weapons the minute Hans' camera had caught her performing fellatio on 
Harry Johnson, and she lay defenseless now before the impending assault 
by the sadistic captain of the Vera. This was her last chance, she 
vaguely thought, and perhaps she could plead with him now. Maybe he 
would understand. She looked away, staring out the porthole into the 
coming morning, and realized that this was a futile hope. Nothing could 
stop the brutal seaman from exploiting her now. Then, suddenly, his 
lips pressed tightly against the naked flesh of her belly, causing her 
to squirm and almost faint with shocked surprise.

The sudden wet contact sent a chill of undesired excitement racing up 
the length of Lynn's spine. Her eyes glazed over as he dropped his lips 
down to the swelling mound of her pussy, spreading the softly curling 
pubic hair with his thumbs and flicking his tongue slowly into the 
moistly flowering slit of her vagina. Oh God! Lynn moaned and jumped at 
the touch of his tongue against the tiny hard bud of her clitoris. She 
watched with fearful eyes as he stood and stared at her soft blonde 
pussy-hair and the wide, throbbing lips of her openly splayed pussy. 
They seemed to beg for him, to call out to be touched more and be 
kissed, and the hardness of his penis ached and made him quiver as he 
dug into her thighs fiercely with his fingers. Then he slithered 
forward, up upon the wanton slit between the girl's trembling thighs, 
down to where his face was just above her vaginal flesh. In shocked 
realization, Lynn saw what the sailor was going to do to her, and she 
sucked in her breath in horror.

"No ... no, Hans. Please God ... not that! It's awful!" She moaned and 
twisted, but Hans' heavy grip held her in bondage. "Please, even my 
husband never has ... I've never allowed him to kiss me there ... ohhh, 
please don't ..."

"Then I'd say it's about time you had your cunt licked," Hans said 
huskily, his eyes groveling on the thin lips, the delicate fluting of 
light hair.

"Ohhhh, no, no ..." mewled Lynn, but the sudden image of submitting to 
this man as she was doing now, her slim, young legs parting to allow 
him to kiss her pussy, lick her, tongue her to climax, crept into 
Lynn's mind, warming her with the lewdness of her imaginations. 
Droplets of her seeping vaginal juices moistened the curls of her pubic 
hair like a morning shower on the petals of a pink rose, and her 
clitoris peeked up at Hans in response to her undesired excitement. 
Hans placed his thumbs on her soft cunt with slow, deliberate motions 
and drew the soft, wet pubic hair aside, exposing her coral-pink flesh 
to his lust-inflamed gaze. She moaned and wriggled in shame as he 
breathed against her, the hot air playing on her raw nerves ... and 
then, petrified, she watched as the corrupt captain dropped down and 
his tongue wetly probed her guilt-throbbing vagina.

Her petite body responded automatically, convulsing in grinding jerks 
to the slather of his hotly worming tongue. "Ohhhh, my God ... my God 
..." She moaned as the bestial outrage continued upon her defenseless 
cunt, and her stomach churned, and she cried out as his tongue flicked 
her inner thighs, curled around her clitoris and snaked rapier-like in 
and out of her cringing pussy. "Ohhh, stop ... stop!"

Hans Piemmel shook his head negatively, and raced his tongue deeper 
into the widely dilated hole up between her quivering thighs. She 
raised up her head and watched his battering assault in horror, her 
mind reeling with the knowledge that it was happening to her. To her! 
No, it couldn't be true! The unwanted jolt of electric pleasures were 
pervading her whole being, though, provoking her to sense that it was 
happening, that she was being sucked and eaten down between her legs by 
the maddened seaman.

Hans' hand slipped under her squirming white buttocks and cupped their 
firm flesh brutally, his mouth continuing to suckle her thrusting cunt 
more slavishly than ever. Involuntarily she raised her hips and allowed 
the man to bury his face still further in her now openly clenching 
vagina, and the lewd wet sucking sounds of his mouthings filled the 
small cabin. His one hand teased in the crevice between her nakedly 
uptilted ass-cheeks, running an exploratory finger over her tiny 
puckered rectum, and Lynn clenched her hands into fists, her vibrant 
young body overcome by the merciless abuse. Vaguely she thought of her 
husband Mark, and the few times in the past when he'd attempted to make 
love to her this way, and how she had stubbornly refused.

Piemmel heard her sharp gasps as his hands roamed the softly yielding 
crevice between her buttocks, and surging with still hotter lust, he 
drew her legs up higher and spread her already splayed cunt wider so he 
could orally fuck her in lewd sensuous circles. He ran his lips around 
her clitoris, then darted his tongue deep inside her pulsing pussy, 
feeling her vaginal lips almost puckering and kissing him back with 
increasing intensity. Lynn's buttocks spasmed beneath his touch, and 
she cried out deliriously as he probed the opening of her anus with his 
fingertip again. And then, suddenly, he moved downward and levered the 
tip of his middle finger into the tight pink hole, making her want to 
scream with torment and pain -- but instead she closed her eyes to the 
new wild-fire spreading through her body and moaned with rapture.

"Don't ... oh Hans don't do that," she mewled automatically, but her 
thighs pushed closer to his mouth and she leaned back, feeling the 
goose bumps on her stomach and breasts. She tossed from side to side, 
her total degradation overwhelming her and she sobbed from the 
horrifying realization that she had lost control. Hans licked on and 
on, moving from vagina to rectal hole to clit with complete freedom, 
and Lynn's body was boiling with the raw, naked flashes of pleasure. 
Unable to fight them, she raised her desire-drenched loins to the 
lusting captain, submitting gratefully to his slightest whim. She 
jerked her throbbing, wide-spread cunt against his mouth and lips, sunk 
her buttocks back on his painfully invading finger, reveling in the 
insane throes of her lustful enchantment.

Before she knew what she was doing, her hands began to move sensuously 
down over her throbbing breasts, sliding slowly over her smooth flat 
stomach and settling on either side of her desire-inflamed cunt-lips. 
Her fingers stroked indecisively for a moment at the flexing cords of 
her inner thighs as Hans continued to rain moist teasing kisses all 
over the tingling crevice and then, with an impatient groan, she 
pressed her fingers slowly, teasingly apart and spread open the fleshy 
hair-framed lips of the moistly throbbing slit, allowing his hungrily 
probing mouth complete access to her tender young pussy.

"Oooooh, oh, my God! Ohhh, yes!" she whimpered as his tongue suddenly 
shot out to flick its hot searing tip around her quiveringly erected 
clitoris. Lynn's elbows pressed convulsively against her ribs and her 
head tossed from side to side on the bunk as she felt the powerful lips 
begin to suck, drawing the warm soft folds of her sex deep into the 
heated cavern of his mouth. She groaned huskily from deep in her throat 
as the hot searching tip of Hans' tongue worked its way up and down the 
full length of the narrow wet slit, from the base of her belly and 
downward over the pink-rimmed opening of her clasping vagina and into 
the crevice of her hungrily clenching buttocks. Her hips ground 
uncontrollably into the bunk as he continued to explore the tightly 
throbbing little hole of her anus with his middle finger, sending a 
strange thrill running out of control through her body.

The irrationally aroused sailor worked hungrily, feeling her soft wet 
pubic hair grazing gently against his sun-bronzed cheeks. His hands 
reached up over the milky flatness of her quivering belly and stroked 
the soft resilient mounds of her breasts, his fingers tweaking the 
achingly hard nipples between them to heighten her arousal. He labored 
enthusiastically as his mouth and tongue worked animal-like between the 
softly pulsing lips of her glistening cunt, his eyes wide open and 
watching the seemingly agonized contortions of Lynn's beautiful face. 
Her groans drove his tongue faster as it worked its way up and down the 
streaming crevice and he knew that, once again, the exciting woman was 
his, his to carry away to utter sexual frenzy.

Hans wanted to bring this ravishing young woman to the conclusion that 
he was the very best lover she had ever had, and he forced her thighs 
open even wider, lifting them and pushing them up over her body so that 
her knees touched the outer swells of her breasts, exposing the whole 
flat plane of her pelvis to his burning gaze. He ran his tongue into 
the soft-rimmed flesh of her pussy, flicking at it for a moment and 
then quickly withdrawing it to tease again around the trembling pink 
edges.

The sailor smiled inwardly as he felt her hands desperately clawing at 
his hair, trying to guide his face into the palpitating opening of her 
cunt. He let her force him exactly where she wanted him to go, pressing 
his mouth directly over the tight little hole in her hungrily squirming 
vaginal split.

As his lips rounded and covered the clasping viscous opening, Hans 
drove his long slippery tongue deep into the warm throbbing depths of 
her pussy and was rewarded by the low guttural groan from the writhing 
woman whose soft white thighs clamped convulsively around his bobbing 
head. He could feel the smooth moist flesh slipping wetly around his 
stiffly extended tongue as the inner walls of the invaded vagina opened 
and closed in tiny, greedy sucking motions, as though the nibbling 
hair-lined mouth was trying to pull his tongue out by the roots, 
devouring it alive. Her heels pressed down against his back, pushing 
his body into a vise-like grip of her thighs until he could barely 
breathe. His nose was smashed tightly against the tiny hard clitoris 
above, breathing in the sweet pungent smell of the female lust-juices 
that were now flowing in abundance from the throbbing open passage of 
her cunt. The tantalizing scent incited his penis to a hardness he 
could barely control until he was afraid he would explode his hot semen 
all over his clothes and the bunk.

The helpless young housewife's body was lost in the fire of the moment. 
Every muscle was tensed as she strained her hips upward toward that 
maddening probe between her legs and she felt wave after wave of goose 
bumps rippling over her quivering belly and full heaving breasts as the 
man's head rocked up and down in greedy feasting between her legs. Her 
lips ovalled and moaned in helpless delight before his attack, and 
suddenly, in spite of all her resolutions and self-recriminations of 
earlier in the day, Lynn felt her body completely leaving her control. 
Her buttocks jerked back involuntarily as the darting tongue sent 
helpless spasms of mind-shattering sensation coursing through her raw 
nerves.

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

Lynn moved her hips against the bunk, her entire body throbbing and 
quivering in anticipation, and yes ... yes she wanted Hans' giant cock 
deep within her, pulsating with abandonment; she had no morals, no 
pride ... no reality. Her body reacted with lewd abandon, and she 
obscenely begged with the foul words she knew he wanted to hear. 
"Ohhhhh, yes, Hans, fuck me ... fuck me ... suck me!"

Quickly Hans stripped himself of his blue jeans, and threw them to the 
floor and Lynn gasped as she saw his incredibly massive cock jutting 
out like a leaning tower from his powerful loins. She had forgotten how 
huge it was.

Lynn reached out with quivering hands and grasped his jerking penis. 
She teased his purplish shaft of male-flesh as he poised it over her 
gaping saliva-drenched cunt. Then Hans strained downward, and Lynn 
received his immense, steel-hard rod up into her hungrily trembling 
vagina, letting it slip past her wetly petaled pussy-lips, driving it 
with abandoned ease deep up into her naked belly.

"Ahhhhh," the young blonde sighed rapturously as the captain began to 
pound her loins mercilessly, his sperm-inflated balls slapping hard 
against her anus where only moments before his middle finger had been 
and his mouth had licked and his tongue had flicked. Lynn cried out 
again from sheer pleasure, and she raised her legs upward to receive 
even more of his thundering cock. His angry red penis slipped smoothly 
in and out, his throbbing testicles threatening to burst from his 
imminent climax, from the increasing need to squirt his burning cum 
into this receptively open cunt.

Lynn slid her hands down his gleaming, heaving thighs and rested 
momentarily on his sinewy white buttocks, then her fingers spread and 
pulled him toward her gluttonously, while below, her cunt flowered wide 
in spasming acceptance. It swallowed the whole of his wildly plunging 
cock with surging desire, and small, piteous pleas of passionate 
supplication rolled from her fevered lips. She ground faster and 
faster, groaning and moaning desperately, demonically coupling with the 
lust-filled sailor with a fury unequaled by anything she had ever done, 
and she couldn't stand any more! She gave a high, unearthly squeal and 
her loins jerked upwards against the tightly clasped penis sunk deep in 
her salaciously demanding pussy.

" Oh God! Oh God! I'm cuuummmmiiinnngggg!"

Hans Piemmel hammered further, feeling Lynn's vaginal walls contract 
and seep the warm fluids of her beginning orgasm. She rose up from the 
bed and pressed against his pubic hair, rotating with renewed fire. 
Then he felt the hot white sperm in his scrotum bubble up and then he 
was lost in the incredible force of his powerful ejaculation which 
sprayed the insides of her pussy, filling her as full as he had the 
afternoon before. The rich milk spurted, and the white overflow 
cascaded from the wide-split hole of Lynn's wildly spasming cunt.

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

"Well, baby, did you like that?"

Lynn moaned, and turned her face to the wall to avoid his penetrating 
gaze. Her mind was frozen into two black and white, conflicting, 
polarized feelings: The incredible exhilaration in the aftermath of her 
passion, and the accompanying depth of despair. She was powerless now 
to have any influence on the course of her life, and she knew it. 
Whatever happened to her from now on, she knew, would be the result of 
external forces and not her own will. She was utterly and completely 
defeated.

How had it happened? She didn't know and she didn't care. Her only 
thought now, lying beside the man who had just manipulated her into 
mindless ecstasy, was of leaves, autumn leaves, brown and fragile, 
swept crackling along by an unknowing, uncaring wind.



Chapter 8 


Mark Shaffer settled back comfortably into the plush first-class seat 
on the Nassau-bound turbo-prop, and smiled contentedly. His fingers 
curled lazily around the drink resting on the pull-out table in front 
of him, and his thoughts turned pleasurably to the events of the last 
few days.

His meeting in Miami had gone off better than expected. He had hoped to 
get away to Nassau in three or four days, but here he was, already on 
his way. George Stewart was a man who didn't like to waste time, and 
Mark appreciated that. Stewart was the aging head of Marina's most 
successful chain of drive-in movie theatres, and Mark had gone to see 
him on a tip that the old man was interested in selling out and 
retiring from the business game. The tip had turned out to be right, 
and Mark had turned out to be very lucky.

Mark looked out the airplane's window, down to where the azure blue of 
the Caribbean stretched its clear water northwards toward the Atlantic. 
The plane was too high to distinguish anything on the surface except 
the glittering reflection of the sun, spreading its rays like liquid 
gold on the flat, unending surface. Turning his head away from the 
window, Mark thought again of the deal he'd made with the drive-in 
owner.

He'd made a good impression on George Stewart, he knew that. Maybe that 
had been the reason he'd gotten such a good deal. Stewart had even 
arranged, with a banker friend of his, to smooth the way for Mark's 
getting a loan to cover the balance of the sale price he couldn't raise 
himself. The only problem that stood in his way now was the sale of his 
car lot to Harry Johnson. He needed that money desperately to meet the 
down payment on the movie chain. But there was no reason to think that 
Johnson would back out. Mark smiled confidently. There was no stopping 
him now. He didn't look on this new enterprise as anything permanent, 
and he wasn't at all interested in spending the rest of his life 
overseeing the exhibition of old Doris Day movies and second-rate skin 
flicks. This movie business was only a stepping stone, only a way-
station on the road to Mark's ultimate success. What form that success 
would take, Mark wasn't quite sure. He was only sure that it would 
happen, and nothing, and nobody, would stand in the way of his 
ambitions.

"Miss? ..." Mark caught the attention of the young stewardess, held up 
his empty glass, and asked, "How about another one of these?"

"Sir, I'm sorry, I'm afraid we're only allowed to serve two drinks per 
passenger ..."

"Oh, honey, please, I'm celebrating." Mark's face took on the look of 
half-innocence, half-suggestiveness, that he'd cultivated to handle 
just this kind of situation.

"Well," said the stewardess, hesitating, "I'm really not supposed to."

"I promise I won't tell a soul," Mark whispered conspiratorially, 
grinning his thanks up at her as though she had already capitulated.

"I'll see what I can do." The young girl smiled warmly, and turned to 
make her way along the aisle. Mark watched her slender hips as they 
brushed past the aisle seats, and thought lovingly of his own beautiful 
wife.

God, he'd missed her these past few days. It wasn't as though he had 
never been away before, he had, sometimes for a week or more. But Lynn 
on those occasions had always remained home, safe and secure. Now it 
was as though he was the one who'd stayed home, while she left to go 
live it up on a beautiful sea-cruise. What the hell, he thought to 
himself, it's good for her. She doesn't get out enough as it is. Mark 
hoped she hadn't done anything to upset Harry Johnson while she'd been 
on his boat, and if there was anything he was worried about now, it was 
that somehow, inexplicably, his deal with Harry would fall through in 
these last few days. But it wasn't a large worry. Mark knew that his 
wife was charming in social situations, and he'd never known a man to 
escape the magic of her "little girl" personality. He could already see 
her surprised face when he showed up in Nassau a day early.

"You're a doll," Mark took his new drink thankfully from the returning 
stewardess, and set it on the table in front of him. Handing the empty 
glass to her, he smiled and said, "Remind me to promote you to chief 
stewardess."

"I am chief stewardess," the lovely girl retorted, laughingly, "That's 
why you got the drink."

Mark again smiled his thanks as she left him, and then turned his 
thoughts once again to his wife. He hoped she'd been having fun, and 
that she'd overcome her innate shyness. That was her only weakness, and 
it wasn't even really a weakness, Mark thought. Sometimes she was just 
a little cold when men began to pay attention to her. Mark had 
explained to her that there was nothing harmful in returning some of 
that flirtation; after all, it was nothing but harmless fun. Nobody 
really ever meant anything by it, it was just a game people played with 
each other to amuse themselves. Lynn had never really been able to 
catch on, though, and Mark hoped that on the cruise with Johnson she'd 
been able to loosen up a bit.

He settled back again into his seat, and took a long sip of his drink. 
He was looking forward to the next few days, to seeing his wife, and 
even more to finalizing his deal with Harry. And as he closed his eyes 
in relaxation, it was not thoughts of Lynn that occupied his mind, but 
visions of an undefined and yet very real future, furnished with all 
the elegance and prestige his imagination could supply.

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

*   *   *

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

Harry Johnson waited, but heard no response from the locked cabin where 
Lynn had cloistered herself the last few hours of their voyage. They 
had arrived in Nassau, right on schedule, and were now moored securely 
to the main quay of the municipal wharf. Harry and Kate, and even Hans, 
had tried their luck in persuading Lynn to come out of her cabin, but 
none of them had had any luck. She had told them all, forcefully, to go 
away and leave her alone. Harry had sent Hans and his wife into town to 
take care of the hotel reservations and the refueling of the Vera, 
remaining behind himself to try to talk some sense into his apparently 
hysterical guest. Up until now, he had had no success.

"Lynn, dear, it's not going to do any good to sit in there and brood." 
Harry said gently, "Why don't you come on out and talk this thing over 
reasonably like a mature adult."

Again, no sound issued from the locked doors and Harry cast his mind 
about for some suitable lure. Then his face brightened cruelly, and he 
tried his one, infallible, trump card.

"Lynn, you're upsetting me terribly. Perhaps you'd just like to get on 
a plane and fly back to Florida. Would you like that?"

He smiled as he heard an affirmative moan from somewhere behind the 
door.

"Well, certainly, if that's what you want, go right ahead. No one here 
will stop you. But there is one thing I think you ought to know before 
you do that. Are you listening, dear? There is one unfortunate thing 
that would result from your leaving. I'm afraid I would be terribly 
offended. Yes, terribly offended."

His mouth twisted with sadistic pleasure as he imagined the reaction of 
what he was going to say would have on the trembling young woman 
inside. "What I am trying to say, Lynn, is that I am not a man who can 
separate my business life from my home life. And do you know what that 
means? That means that if I am offended at you dear, as I certainly 
would be if you left our little cruise prematurely, then I would feel 
compelled to be offended with your husband as well. Marriage is a 
unity, don't you agree? And I certainly couldn't be offended with you 
without including your husband, could I? Can you hear me, Lynn? Do you 
understand what I'm saying?"

For the first time, Lynn's voice was audible from behind the locked 
door, though her voice was blurred by tears and a frightening suspicion 
of his meaning.

"No, I don't know what you are talking about. Please ... go away."

"Well then I'll tell you what I am talking about." Harry's voice was 
edged now with impatience, and irritation. "You get out here and quit 
pouting in there, or my little business deal with your husband is off. 
Do you understand that?" 

"But why ... what does that have to do ..."

"It doesn't have a goddamn thing to do with it. I'm funny that way. But 
I'm also serious. Either you start taking an active part in our little 
cruise, or when your husband gets here, he is going to find his 
miserable car lot is still his miserable car lot. And I don't think 
he'll be very pleased about that, do you? Especially when I tell him 
it's your fault I've decided to retract my offer." 

"You wouldn't ..."

"I would, baby, I would. Now I'll be waiting in the main cabin, and 
I'll be waiting for you. Don't make me wait too long."

Harry grinned as he heard a fresh burst of sobbing from the closed 
cabin. There was no doubt in his mind that he'd convinced her to stop 
playing hard to get, even though he had used a bluff. There was no 
question that he would buy Mark's lot and then sell it to the city, but 
the poor, hysterical woman who lay crying in her cabin didn't know 
that.

*   *   *

Another person who didn't know that was Mark Shaffer, who was standing 
in line at customs in Nassau eagerly anticipating the surprise on 
everyone's faces when he showed up unexpectedly a day early.

Coming through customs, Mark made his way to the cab stand in front of 
the airline terminal. He grabbed one of the attendants, and asked where 
a boat would dock if it were coming into Nassau from Florida. Mark had 
only been given the address of the hotel, but he wanted to see first 
whether or not the boat had even docked. The attendant replied that all 
foreign boats had to pass through customs first, and to do that, they 
all had to tie up at the municipal pier. Mark felt like walking, and it 
was a beautiful day, so he asked directions, and then set off towards 
the harbor.

Soon, he could see the pin cushion of masts sticking up into the sky, 
and he turned down a side road that led to the wharf. He smiled, and 
began to whistle an enthusiastic, if somewhat off-key, tune. It was a 
great day, he was about to make a great business deal, and he was on 
his way to meet his great wife. What more could he ask for?

*   *   *

Harry Johnson glanced at the shaking woman across from him, decided 
that she was only good for maybe one more go, and then decided she'd 
still come across with more than he'd expected the first day of their 
voyage. What more could he ask for?

"Lynn, dear, you seem a little upset," he said, in a monstrous 
understatement.

The small, voluptuous woman's delicious shoulders heaved with the 
intensity of her inner struggle. She knew that Harry meant what he had 
said, about not buying Mark's car lot, and she knew that if he didn't, 
it would be her fault. She couldn't let that happen. Her mind searched 
desperately for some solution, but ran headlong every time into the 
complete hopelessness of her situation. And then, the sheer 
impossibility of escape, the recognition that her back was up against a 
wall, made her turn in helpless rage against her tormentor. 

"Yes, I'm upset," she screamed. "I'm going out of my mind. I've been 
subjugated to every kind of humiliation possible on this boat. I've 
been raped, and forced to ... forced to do terrible, evil things. 
You're a monster, a beast, you're playing with me like some kind of toy 
... but I'm not a toy, do you hear? I've got feelings, too, feelings 
..."

"That's right, baby, you've got feelings," Harry interrupted harshly. 
"I saw your feelings early this morning up on deck when you were 
sucking my cock. You had feelings. You loved it, every minute of it." 

"No ..." Lynn tried to interject.

"And that's what's really bothering you, isn't it baby? Your own 
feelings. Because nobody forced you to suck my cock, did they? You did 
that because you wanted me to shoot my sticky wad down that lovely 
virgin throat of yours, right?" 

"No ... no ... I didn't ..."

"Sure you did," Harry continued relentlessly. "And with Hans, too. He 
told me everything baby, you know that? He told me how you let him eat 
your little pussy, he told me how you loved every bite of that hungry 
cunt of yours."

Lynn threw her hands to her ears, trying to block out the obscene words 
he was drumming into her head, trying to rid herself of the unwelcome 
images his lewd descriptions were painting on her mind. 

"It isn't true! It isn't!"

"It is true, and you know it! And right now your mind is racing around, 
wanting more, more cock, more fucking ..." 

"STOP IT!"

Lynn's scream was directed as much against herself as Harry. No, please 
God, please, this can't be true! And yet all the while Lynn knew that 
it was true. She had enjoyed Hans fucking her, eating her, she had 
enjoyed sucking Harry's cock dry of every drop of its burning seed. She 
shuddered in revulsion. What is wrong with me, am I that sick? Even 
now, her loins were on fire from the mere description of those acts, by 
the memory of every lurid, salacious, detail ...

"Well, we'll just put you to a little test, Lynn dear," she heard Harry 
saying.

The desperately aroused girl looked up, and gasped at what she saw. 
Harry was standing in front of her, calmly unzipping the fly of his 
pants, unbuttoning the top button, sliding them off his hairy loins 
with a smooth, hypnotic motion. His jockey shorts bulged obscenely with 
the growing swell of his aroused cock, and his hand snaked along his 
hips, and in one quick move lowered his shorts to his knees, allowing 
his massively jutting cock to spring out toward Lynn with unbelievable 
force.

The small, trembling woman gasped, and yet could not take her eyes off 
the glistening shaft of flesh that stared her in the face with its one, 
monstrous eye. She couldn't even look up at Harry. She stared 
mesmerized by the jerking, swelling penis in front of her, immobilized 
by the twisting, aching sensations coursing through her veins and 
threatening to rob her of her sanity.

I am evil. I'm a whore. But I want to touch it. I want to hold and kiss 
it ... and suck it again. Oh God, I've got to.

With a cry, Lynn threw herself onto her knees in a heap before Harry's 
hugely throbbing cock and began sobbing hysterically. Her mind was 
empty now, empty of all her self-recriminations, her self-debasement, 
her feelings of shame and humiliation. Her whole consciousness was 
focused insanely upon Harry's powerful tower of pulsating maleness, and 
she wasn't even aware of what Harry was saying as he groaned with 
pleasure above her.

"That's it, baby. That's right. You want it, and you can have it. Just 
like you did this morning. That's it. It'll do for a start, and then 
we'll go on to other games."

*   *   *

Mark walked out all the way to the end of the quay before he found what 
he was looking for. There she was, lying proudly at rest, the name Vera 
emblazoned on her hull with swirling gold letters. He hurried to the 
gangway, and then crept aboard silently, not wanting to spoil the 
surprise he was going to give his lovely young wife. He heard muffled 
voices coming from the main cabin, and tiptoed across the deck to the 
raised hatch cover. He peered inside, trying to accustom his eyes to 
the relative darkness of the cabin below, and then gasped as he saw the 
unmistakable form of his own, voluptuous wife, lying completely naked 
on the bunk below, working her wet mouth frantically around the huge 
cock of Harry Johnson. 

"That's it, Lynn, baby! Suck it! Suck it like only you can! 
OOOOOHHHHH!!"

Mark reeled at the obscene commands his business competitor was calling 
to his own wife. His first inclination was to rush into the cabin, and 
to tear Harry's writhing cock from his young wife's unwilling mouth, 
but his resolve left him in a flood as he realized that Lynn was 
enjoying it, was not being forced, was eagerly devouring the huge shaft 
between her sucking, grasping lips.

Mark stood above them unnoticed, horribly mesmerized by the impossible 
obscene debauchery, for as long as three minutes, unable to overcome 
the enervating shock that immediately sapped the strength from his 
legs. He had never considered himself less than a comparably strong 
individual ... capable of meeting and coping with most situations, but 
at that moment he felt completely hopeless.

The sight of the two of them naked, Lynn's beautiful white body 
straddling that of his competitor, Harry's hardened cock stroking 
sleekly in and out of her wet cavernous mouth, was the most salaciously 
hypnotic depravity he could ever imagine. At first, he'd thought he 
might be in the throes of a lurid nightmare, but then he realized that 
it was a horrible reality!

An almost bewitching sense of helplessness and rage overwhelmed Mark at 
that point, and he stumbled against the hatch cover for support. But 
even as his impotent anger began to boil inside him, he felt the 
unwanted stirring and swelling of his own cock inside his pants at the 
lascivious spectacle taking place before him. He gaped at Lynn hunched 
on all fours between Harry's spread legs, every inch of his massive 
cock completely absorbed inside her roundly ovalled lips and wildly 
sucking mouth, her magnificent breasts jiggling and swaying lewdly to 
her pumping motions while Harry strained his powerful loins upward at 
her face in rhythm. Damn, he reasoned, this couldn't be the first time 
this had happened ...!

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

Mark silenced him with a quick wave of his hand, as Harry continued to 
thrust his feverish loins up at Lynn's completely engrossed face, her 
one hand now moved down and back between her spread thighs to stroke 
and tweak the tiny bud of her clitoris while she sucked in a ravenous 
trance at his aching rod of rigid male-flesh. "I ... I can't stop now, 
Mark ... but Lynn ..."

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

But Lynn didn't stop, and totally absorbed, ignorant of his presence, 
she continued to wantonly suck Harry's lust-swollen cock and finger the 
moist, pink slit of her cunt.

Goddamn! he swore as he eased himself through the open hatch and down 
into the cabin below. What she needed was a cock, all right, Mark 
reasoned in his angered outraged emotions ... and where it would do her 
the most good! And damned if she wasn't going to get it, even if she 
never spoke to him again in her life ...! 

His lengthy shaft of flesh jerked solidly in his pants as Mark stripped 
the clothes quickly from his body, and Harry glanced in amazement as 
Mark took his raging cock lewdly in his hand, pulling back the thick 
foreskin from the huge, bulbous head, then moved behind Lynn's upraised 
buttocks, kneeling slowly onto the bunk.

Lynn was as totally disassociated with reality as a lust-drunken human 
being could be. Nothing in the entire world was of importance except 
the insanely blissful pressure in her loins and belly, and the 
delicious cock in her sucking mouth. She had heard voices ... words, 
but had refused to acknowledge them. Then, she felt the pressure on the 
bed behind her, and, nebulously, decided that Hans had returned ... but 
she didn't care. She would pretend in her mind that they were forcibly 
taking her ...!

Mark stared down at the erotic sight of this young girl's enchantingly 
naked pussy ... this girl whom he loved. Within him, a conglomeration 
of rage and lust commanded as he hungrily drank of the warm, white 
voluptuousness of her body bent lewdly before him. He slid his hands up 
the soft inner flesh of her satin-smooth thighs to the hair-sprinkled 
lips of her cunt and stared at the moist, pink separation, tracing its 
thin, damp slit with his middle finger upward between the cream-white 
mounds of her firm full buttocks to the hairless, puckered hole of her 
anus. Her blood-inflamed cunt-lips quivered excitedly to his touch, 
while her tantalizingly rounded ass-cheeks trembled and began to rotate 
in gyrating want. 

Bitch! Mark thought in his mounting, confused desire. Beautiful, 
wanton, deceiving bitch! He was going to give her something that he 
should have long ago ... something she'd never forget as long as she 
lived! He gaped at the tight little ring of hairless flesh exposed 
helplessly before his manfully throbbing cock, while sounds came to his 
ears of his business competitor groaning from the bewitching 
entrancement she had sucked him to. Mark realized the agony his wife 
was going to suffer and hesitated momentarily. Christ, was this the way 
...? Then, he remembered his own feelings as he'd reached that cabin 
hatch. He straightened up on his knees bitterly.

Damn you, Lynn ... you're going to pay the penalty ...!

He plunged his middle finger into her moist cunt and watched her hips 
and buttocks jerk from the erotic intrusion. Then, he pulled out and 
smeared the damp, viscid moisture from her cuntal mouth up over the 
crinkled, tight little aperture of her rectum. He did it several times 
before wetting the head of his pulsing cock between her obscenely 
displayed vaginal lips, finally nuzzling it up tightly against her snug 
little anus.

Lynn heard his almost salacious laugh and tried to associate it with 
Hans. Her brow furrowed at the unexpected sensations his antics were 
causing between her wide-spread buttocks as she continued to suck Harry 
Johnson's lust-hardened cock in her mouth ...

Suddenly, she felt hands clutching harshly at her hips, holding her 
vise-like, his pelvis thrusting forward in an unbelievably agonizing 
stretching of her tiny anus! Her breath caught in her throat as the 
vicious spasm of pain became so unbearable that she writhed and half-
screamed around Harry's rigid cock in her mouth, straining and waggling 
her buttocks to get free of the wickedly torturous cock reaming into 
her defenselessly trapped anus!

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

But it wasn't Hans that she saw! It was a naked man kneeling up behind 
her and clutching at her soft-fleshed hips ... it was her husband! It 
was Mark! My God ... Mark ... !

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

"Oh God ... dear, dear God!" Lynn moaned in both pain and shame, the 
latter the more profound torment at the moment, even though his thickly 
gorged penis, partially burrowed into her cringing ass-hole, convinced 
her that he was going to split her wide open. "Oh please, Mark ... 
you're killing me! My God ... I'm sorry ... I didn't want to ... I 
couldn't help myself ...! Please, I beg you ... take it out ...!"

Mark laughed mirthlessly and Lynn felt his strong fingers gouging into 
the tender white flesh of her hips. He continued to hold her in the 
obscenely subjugated position and her every move only seemed to help 
drive the thick rod of solid male-flesh deeper and deeper up into her 
nakedly resisting back passage.

"Oh ... oh God!" Lynn moaned as she held Harry's cock tight in her 
mouth, unfathomable sensations of love, pain and lust racing insanely 
through her ... until suddenly she heard herself gasp back at Mark. "Do 
it! Go on ... do it! Do everything ... everything you want to me! I 
deserve to be treated like the whore that I am ...!"

Mark had no intentions of stopping; nothing could have kept him from 
the debasing act he was about to commit on his own wife. Damn, if any 
woman ever deserved chastisement that she could understand she did ... 
and he could think of nothing more degrading or humiliating than 
sodomizing her.

He stared down at her white obscenely bent body, the absurdity of the 
spectacle they must make with his thick cock protruding from her ass-
hole, firing his lust in a suddenly unexplainable burst of licentious 
desire.

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

Oh God! Lynn cried silently. It felt as if Mark had ripped her all open 
back there! His thick cock was tearing her rectum apart! Oh ... oohhh, 
God almighty ... but he was right ... she deserved every torturous inch 
of it! It was her punishment and she wanted it ...! Yes ... yes ... oh 
God ... shove it in to me, darling ... right up my ... my ass ...!

She hunched bravely back as Mark pressed forward. She felt the 
excruciating torment of his throbbing cock surging into her there, 
pushing the rubbery, resistant flesh before it until finally, with one 
last buttock-crushing lunge, he had ground it all the way up inside the 
warm constricting depths of her forever stretched rectum.

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

Mark's body stilled momentarily, as if he might have discovered a tiny 
speck of mercy for her in his castigating mind, while the walls of her 
inhumanly stretched rectum slowly attempted to adjust and the pain 
began to subside. God, she still felt torn and obscenely expanded back 
there from his unnatural invasion, yet, at the same time, she reasoned 
erotically that she was beginning to enjoy a sensation of atonement!

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

Oh God! She deserved everything Mark was giving her for all that she 
had done to him ... but she would be good to him ... and she would 
gladly endure whatever pain, degradation, or humiliation her husband 
would inflict upon her willingly to prove her love for him.

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

Lynn's rectal muscles tightened around his long thick cock buried deep 
in the warmly clasping depths of her ass-hole, making it throb wildly; 
somehow, he was not surprised when the rounded soft moons of her ass 
began, of their own volition, to grind back against him in a slow, 
methodical undulation. He groaned as he felt her rectal channel 
convulse and tighten excitingly around his cock while he moved in and 
out of her, watching the pinkish flesh of her obscenely stretched 
rectum clinging to his pulsating rod of over-stimulated male flesh as 
he drew out, then disappeared back inside with his inward thrust.

Lynn rotated her firm white buttocks in hungry little circles, waving 
her voluptuous ass-cheeks lasciviously back at him knowing that there 
was nothing too depraved or degrading that she wouldn't willingly 
subject herself to for him, that mere realization causing a masochistic 
excitement to flood over her. Even though there was still some pain 
from his large cock poling into her defenselessly skewered rectum, it 
was strangely pleasurable, and she found herself bucking and writhing 
back to meet the lewd impalement when he plunged forward into her.

"Mmmmm ... mmmmm," she moaned around Harry's sweet-tasting cock 
brushing at the back of her throat, while Mark shoved up between her 
quivering ass-cheeks as far as he could, pulling the satiny, soft white 
spheres of her buttocks wide apart, allowing him to go deeper and just 
holding it there for a long series of seconds, his thick cock entombed 
to his very balls in her salaciously stretched passage.

Mark couldn't restrain the grunts of lewd pleasure gurgling from his 
tightly drawn-back lips at the sight and thought of what he was doing 
to this beautiful woman whom he had loved with all of his heart! He 
felt with lust-incited sensation the warm soft flesh of her buttocks 
pressing tightly against his churning loins. He rammed forward into her 
erotically clutching rear passage and slid his hand down beneath to her 
vagina that was moist and hot now with her own excitement, the viscid 
dampness lightly coating the lust-inflamed lips and seeping into the 
curls of her silken pussy hair that was teasingly brushing against his 
bloated and throbbing balls as they swung obscenely down between her 
open thighs. Again, his eyes locked on his hardened cock disappearing 
entirely into the obscenely stretched anal opening centered between the 
waving, twin white moons of her buttocks. He grunted, drawing out 
slightly, watching with hesitant breath the tender ridges of reddened 
anal flesh pulling out around it. His breathing came faster, until with 
a gasp of increased lust, he began to fuck sadistically in and out, 
deep into her warmly clasping ass-hole.

Suddenly, Harry moaned and strained beneath Lynn. She knew ... felt his 
deliciously swollen cock again expanding in her hungrily sucking mouth 
as she caressed and gently squeezed his heavy sperm-bloated balls, wild 
and tingling sensations of anticipation as always surging over her 
excited, perspiration-glistened flesh ... and suddenly her mouth was 
filled with an undamming of his hot, white cum, gushing down her 
anxiously swallowing throat in surprising quantity. She fought for 
breath as she gulped voraciously, needfully, as the thick milky fluid 
ejaculating wildly from his potent cock plunged all the way back to her 
desperately contracting throat. And then, as suddenly as it had erupted 
in her mouth, the spurting, convulsing penis began to lose its rigidity 
and she could feel it slipping from between her feverishly sucking lips 
... until finally, she trailed her pink tongue over her moist, sperm-
coated lips, snatching at the last remaining drops of his delicious 
semen that had trickled there ... Harry sighed with satiated pleasure 
and then watched as the young woman's husband began a greater assault 
back against Lynn's roundly heaving buttocks and she screwed back 
wantonly against his hard-driving cock, tiny pleading mewls of passion 
beginning to tumble from her lips ...

"Ooooohhhhh," she moaned gaspingly, her face resting on Harry's naked 
belly, while Mark's pelvis smacked solidly against the softness of her 
lush, white ass-cheeks. "Oooohhh, my God ... I-It's beautiful ...! I 
never realized ... Oh, Mark ... rape it! It's yours! Make me know that 
you love me! Fuck it hard, darling! Hard! Hard ...!"

The pain had not entirely left her as yet, but she'd raised her head 
and was tossing it from side to side, her long blonde hair thrashing 
wildly. Her beautiful face reflected sheer intoxication, and Mark 
watched as his thickly throbbing cock vanishing rhythmically all the 
way up into her licentiously stretched channel with his every hard, 
long thrust up between those frantically gyrating buttocks.

"Oh ... oh ... ohhh ... ooohhhh ...!" she chanted blissfully, 
undulating her magnificent, curvaceous buttocks eagerly back against 
his powerful lunges. She wanted him to cum ... to shoot his boiling hot 
sperm deep into her naked belly this way, to split her open and drown 
her in his thick, white cum. The delectable ecstasy of it! She'd never 
realized! He was chastising her beautifully ... raping her virginal 
ass-hole ...

She could feel a cool dampness in the crevice of her buttocks now, and 
there was no pain, only the sensation of being filled to capacity by 
the one man she loved ... had always loved ...! She drew down her 
shoulders so that her buttocks were presented to him high in the air 
and his long, thick cock would fuck into her at will. Her eyes glazed 
in erotic rapture and she ground happily back against its violent 
intrusion, feeling it throb into an unbelievable hardness that could 
only mean one enchanting moment was near at hand!

I'm going to cum in her ass, Mark gloated lasciviously. He felt her 
reach in under the back between her thighs to graze and caress his 
churning balls, squeezing them warmly in her hands. Her face, resting 
on Harry's loins, was turned so that he could see the effect his 
sodomizing cock was having on her, and he watched her lips open and 
close in the all consuming torment of the mounting, pleasurable rapture 
spiraling through her soft, vibrant body. He felt her clench her 
buttocks tightly, as if to imprison and secure his lustfully driving 
cock inside her until she reached her own climax, the sensation 
spurring him to increase his hammering pace.

For Lynn, there was nothing but overwhelming, never-before sensations 
of complete subjugation and maddening desire ... her desire to reach 
that illusive point so rapidly building now deep in her tormented loins 
and belly ... building, building insanely deep inside her ... and she 
felt the frenzied increase of his castigating assault on her forever-
stretched passage, while her loins strained desperately for release. 
She buffeted back against his relentless, driving cock wantonly, her 
small pleading whimpers of servile passion falling again and again from 
her gasping lips. She was almost there ... almost ...!

"Oooohhh! Ooooohhhhh! Unnhhhh ... yes ... yes ...! I'm ... going to 
cum! Fuck it hard ... hard ...! I'm cuuuuummmmmiiinnnggg!"

Her hips drove backward as his furiously plunging cock worked with 
almost brutal strokes deeper and deeper into her now tightly clenching 
rectum, causing her to strain and groan as the pressure reached its 
peak and burst ...!

Lynn had never realized the delightful abandon she could know with a 
man ... nor such carnally beautiful sensations as she did at that 
moment, with her body quivering and convulsing wildly in her orgasm 
that seemed to go on and on in sheer ecstatic bliss. She was gone ... 
utterly in another world beneath this magnificent cock that continued 
to cause wild exploding sensations of enchantment in her belly and 
loins.

"Ooohhhhh ... aaaaahhhh," she moaned in Overwhelming, rushing release, 
her senses blurred by the engulfing ecstasy of the moment. Dazedly, 
then, she heard him swear outright, then mouth a foul obscenity, 
gasping behind her and thrusting into her so hard she thought he had 
reached her belly, and inadvertently, she moaned with the slight new 
twinge of pain. She felt his strong loins jerk convulsively against the 
cushion of her lewdly upraised buttocks, and then a great surge of hot 
swirling sperm flooded deep into her rectum, filling her contracting 
back passage nearly to the bursting point.

She heard him gasp again and again ... until at last he grunted one 
final moan of release ... and she sensed him falling back away, slowly 
pulling out of her ... and as he withdrew, there was only one question 
in her mind: What was he feeling, now, about her? Was it rage, because 
she had betrayed his love for her so terribly? Or was that love still 
strong-strong enough to overlook her unwilling transgressions
a aboard the Vera? She turned to seek the answer in his satiated face, 
but that face was now an inscrutable mask, staring at and through her 
as though she were nothing more than a fragile pane of transparent 
glass.



Chapter 9 


Mark stared down into his wife's frantically searching eyes, and even 
through the fog of his tremendous orgasm read the unmistakable question 
those eyes contained. He saw she was pleading with him to forgive her, 
to take her back into the fold even though she had strayed sinfully.

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

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

Lynn sat with her eyes fixed on the broad expanse of his muscular back, 
her eyes trying to bore into his thoughts, to read what was written 
there. But she could not. She was aware only that she was being shut 
out of his confidence in a way she never had before in all the time 
they'd known each other, and she knew instinctively that the gulf that 
now existed between them might never again be spanned. She turned her 
head away fearfully, and was confronted by Harry's slightly smiling 
face peering up at both of them quizzically. The glib used car dealer 
turned his attention to Mark. 

"Listen, Mark," he said, his eyes darting around to discover any 
reaction on the other man's part, "I don't want you to think that this 
was all planned. You know? I mean, these things happen and nobody's 
responsible for them. You get people close together in one spot, and 
sometimes things happen that nobody wants to happen, you know what I 
mean?"

"No, that isn't true," Lynn interrupted in a quavering voice, "you did 
want it, all of you! You had it all planned from the minute I came on 
board! Mark, listen to me! I was raped! I didn't want to do anything, I 
didn't even ..."

"I suppose you call what you were doing to Harry when I came in 'being 
raped'" Mark broke in brutally, turning his pained eyes toward his 
lovely wife.

Lynn started, surprised by the violence of his tone, nonplused by his 
attitude.

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

"I don't know who Hans is, but I take it that Harry isn't the only one 
you've been fucking around with while I was away." Mark's eyes were 
beginning to smolder now, traces of his earlier anger beginning to seep 
into him once again. "And what about Tom, huh? And Dick and Harry? Huh? 
Just how many men have you taken on in the last forty-eight hours, 
sweet little innocent wife of mine???"

Lynn's eyes blurred with the sudden tears wrenched out of her, by her 
husband's obscene suggestions. 

"No ... darling ... no ... you don't understand ..."

"Oh don't I? I understand a lot. I understand a lot I never understood 
before. I understand you're nothing more than a dirty, low down 
whore!!!"

Harry watched calmly as the aggression in Mark's voice caused his young 
wife to double up with pain, tears coursing now unchecked down her 
smooth, reddened cheeks. He leaned back and wondered whether he should 
break in, try to say anything to ease the passions that made the air 
around the three of them brittle with tension. He gazed at the jealousy 
and rage apparent in Mark's strained body, at the twisted figure of the 
voluptuous young woman who lay sobbing on the bunk, and decided 
anything he said would probably only make things worse.

"I guess you'll try to tell me now," Mark said with bitter sarcasm, 
"that you didn't enjoy sucking Harry's cock, right? Well, I know 
better. I saw you, Lynn! You didn't even hear me when I called you! You 
were off in some goddamn other world, and the only thing that mattered 
to you was pulling him off!" 

"Noooo ... I ..."

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

"All right, stop it!" Lynn was tortured by the half-truths he was 
saying. No, she hadn't wanted it, hadn't welcomed it, but she had 
enjoyed it! And the guilt raised in her by that realization coursed 
through her like knives, ripping her insides to shreds. 

"I won't stop it!" Mark continued relentlessly. His anger boiled inside 
him now, and he had to let it all out or explode! "And all the time, I 
thought you were so innocent, so susceptible. Well, you were 
susceptible all right! I never knew how much! Let me ask you one thing, 
you little bitch! How many times have you sucked my cock? Huh?" 

"Please ... Mark ..."

"Not once! Not one goddamn time! And I never tried to make you, because 
I thought you would be 'offended'. Jesus Christ! If I knew then what I 
know now ..."

"Ooooohhhh ..." Lynn's voice rose in a despairing avail, her hands 
pushed themselves forcefully against her ears, and her eyes closed 
tight as though desperately trying to shut off every trace of the 
outside world -- a world that now seemed peopled with a million pairs 
of eyes, all staring into the corruption of her soul, laughing and 
watching as she tried to hide her nakedly defiled body behind the 
transparency of her shame. "Nnnnoooo ..." Her voice filled the cabin 
and blotted everything from her mind except its own incredible 
reverberations in her ears. She pulled her knees to her heaving breasts 
in a straining fetal position, and clasped her arms around them 
desperately, lowering her head as far as possible into the cavity 
between her body and legs. "NNNOOOOO ..." She lay on her side, crying 
out now, letting all the tension, the humiliation, the excitement, the 
fear of the last few days gush out of her with the force of a rain-
swollen river, rushing out and over a yawning chasm to crash with a 
thunderous roar on the rocks below.

And then she stopped abruptly, strangely, all the emotion wrung out of 
her, and lay completely spent on the bunk as though hypnotized ... her 
eyes wide open, but seeing nothing ... hearing nothing ... feeling 
nothing ...

Harry stared amazedly at the limp form beside him, and then looked 
questioningly at the equally confused face of Mark Shaffer. He stirred 
uncomfortably in the sudden silence that had descended upon the cabin 
like a gray shroud, leaving them all exposed to the violence of their 
passions. He started as Mark stood up suddenly, and began to pull his 
pants on with desperate haste, leaning to pick up his shirt which lay 
crumpled in a corner on the far side of the cabin. 

"Where are you going?" 

Mark didn't answer, but continued to dress.

"Listen, Mark," Harry said, "you can't just run away and leave this all 
behind you. You've got to deal with it."

"I'm through dealing with it," Mark said bitterly. "I can't take 
anymore of it."

Harry raised himself to a sitting position, and stared at the 
emotionally wrought husband. 

"You're an ass," he said simply.

Mark whirled, and his eyes tore through Harry's calm with ferocious 
intensity.

"Now listen, you bastard! You just shut that fucking mouth of yours! 
You're lucky I don't just tear the living shit out of you for what 
you've done!" 

Harry smiled at him disconcertingly. 

"For what I've done? Listen, Mark, I'm a man aren't I? What would you 
have done in my place? Turned around and walked away and said 'No 
thanks baby'? Is that what you'd have done?"

Mark paused, confused. What would he have done? The answer to his own 
question jumped with irresistible force against his mind, and he knew 
that he'd have done the same thing Harry had. If a woman offers 
herself, like Lynn had obviously done ...

"That's what I thought," Harry said, reading Mark's answer in his face. 
"Now don't think I'm trying to say that it was all Lynn's fault. I'm 
not. All I'm saying is that emotions, especially as far as sex is 
concerned are uncontrollable. Hell, you know that. You're a man."

Mark shifted on his feet uncomfortably. Maybe Harry was right. Maybe 
he'd been too hard on Lynn. After all, he'd had a few other women since 
they'd been married, and it hadn't altered his feeling for his wife. 
Still ... no, damn it! He couldn't forgive her ... he couldn't ...

"Listen, Mark, why don't you go get us all a drink, and we'll sit here 
and talk this thing out, like normal, rational adult human beings. All 
right?"

Mark hesitated, and then turned to follow Harry's indicating finger to 
the bar at the end of the cabin. Harry leaned over Lynn's still naked 
body, and turned her onto her back so that her small, rounded breasts 
were exposed to his gaze, and her triangular patch of golden pubic hair 
glistened moistly in the sun, which was now streaming down the open 
hatch. He felt his own naked cock stir excitedly as her smooth flesh 
brushed against it, and then consciously forced himself to ignore the 
tantalizing closeness of her defenseless body ... for the time being, 
at any rate.

"Lynn? Come on, girl, wake up ... snap to!" He snapped his fingers once 
or twice in front of her face, and saw her struggling to emerge from 
the unperceiving cocoon she'd spun around her tattered emotions. 
"That's it, everything's all right ... would you like a little drink?"

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

"Mark, bring Lynn a drink too, will you? Gin and tonic."

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

"Mark ...?" Lynn said almost sleepily, as though she had just awakened 
from a dreadful nightmare. "Mark ... are you there?"

There was a pause, as her husband tried to force a semblance of 
casualness into his voice. 

"Yes ... of course. I'm here." 

"Oh, Mark ... darling ... I'm scared ..."

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

Lynn moaned as her eyes finally began to focus again on the ceiling of 
the cabin. In her almost delirious state, Harry seemed to be looming 
over her like the last menacing vision of her receding nightmare. She 
turned away quickly, burying her face in the cushion covering the bunk, 
and looked up only when Mark thrust her drink before her face. 

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

Lynn took the drink, and raised herself up against the side of the 
cabin, curling her legs around her to hide the enticing nakedness of 
her exposed pussy, and turning her ivory-hued breasts away from Harry's 
devouring gaze. Mark sat across the narrow cabin, while Harry remained 
on the bunk, and a strained and uncomfortable tableau was created by 
their three bodies, two of them naked, one partially clothed.

"All right," Harry said, as though he were assuming the incongruous 
role of master of ceremonies, "I think it's about time to discuss this 
whole thing reasonably and without emotion ..." 

"Why, Harry, darling ... how boring!"

Three heads turned quickly to the open hatch cover above their heads, 
and saw Kate Johnson standing there, silhouetted by the bright sun. 
Harry smiled a hello up to his wife, while Mark floundered for 
something to say, and Lynn tried automatically to cover her nakedness 
with her arms.

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

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

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

"Good. Good."

Mark sat where he was, unmoving, expecting that any moment Kate would 
burst out with some kind of invective against her husband, who sat 
calmly naked on the bunk beside his own equally exposed wife. But there 
was no reaction. It was as though it were an everyday occurrence for 
her to walk in on her husband and another woman in bed.

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

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

"Well, it's lovely that you could get away." Kate eyed Mark's 
powerfully handsome body, only half-clothed, his shirt still 
unbuttoned. "Are you taking them off, or putting them on?" she said, 
indicating his clothes with her eyes. 

"I'm ... uhh ... putting them on ..." 

"My my, that's a shame. Isn't it Harry?"

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

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

"Oh well, that's not very hard to figure out, is it?" She placed one 
hand seductively on Mark's shoulder, and let it run sensuously down 
under his collar. He shivered at the unexpectedly pleasurable sensation 
her cool fingers gave him.

"No ... no, I guess it isn't," he said hesitantly. 

Lynn watched with amazed eyes as Kate obviously advanced on her 
husband, and wondered when Mark was going to put a stop to her brazen 
overtures. But to her surprise, he did not object, but remained 
unmoving on his seat. She didn't know what to do, and before she could 
think clearly, she heard herself speaking to Kate herself. 

"What ... what do you think you're doing?"

Kate spun around to her, her eyes only barely managing to hide the 
viciousness of her attack and said, "I'm doing exactly what you seem to 
have done with my husband, my dear. Surely you don't object?"

"No, she doesn't object. Do you Lynn?" Mark's voice was tinged with 
irony and bitterness, as he suddenly capitulated before a growing 
desire for revenge on his wife. She had cheated him, by God, and now 
she was going to see he could do a little cheating himself. She 
deserves it, he thought hastily, she deserves to watch while I fuck 
another woman. I had to watch her blowing Harry Johnson. He imagined 
with salacious zeal how she would react to his betrayal, and his lewd 
thoughts were intensified by Kate's hand as it moved in ever increasing 
circles along his shoulders, down his back, around and under his arms. 
His limp cock, still resting quietly after the tremendous ass-fucking 
he had just given his wife, began to stir as it sensed the opportunity 
of losing itself in yet another wetly lubricated cavity.

Mark snaked his hand around Kate's fleshy thighs, in and under the 
temptingly short skirt she was wearing, and smiled as she sighed with 
pleasure. He slid his hand under the tight elastic crotch band of her 
silk panties, and teased the already moist lips of her quivering 
vagina. He looked toward his wife to see the effects of his vengeance 
was having on her, but his attention was immediately pre-empted by 
Kate, who began to slowly, seductively, unbutton her loose blouse, 
unsnap her brassiere, and slip them both with a sigh of anticipation 
from her ivory shoulders. Mark gasped with excitement as she turned to 
him, and placed his eager hands on her large, pear-shaped breasts, the 
nipples already erect with desire. She eased her cool, slender fingers 
over his impatiently awaiting crotch, and smiled invitingly at him as 
she felt the hugeness of his swelling, pulsating cock straining for 
freedom from under his confining pants.

Suddenly Mark moaned audibly as he felt his zipper open and her 
experienced fingers begin to stroke his distended throbbing penis.

"Come on, lover boy," she said, urgently, "let's do this thing right."



Chapter 10 


Lynn Shaffer watched the scene unfolding before her eyes with horrified 
fascination. Her body had pushed itself up against the wall of the 
luxurious cabin, and her eyes were wide with this final, and greatest 
humiliation. She couldn't believe Mark would do such a thing to her, 
would willingly fuck another woman right before her eyes. Her mind 
reeled with intermingling feelings of jealousy, anger, and yet a 
strange and perverse excitement as well.

She stared at the full, luscious body of Kate Johnson, who was now 
completely naked, stretched out on the large double bunk of the Vera 
with her dark hair-lined cunt smiling up at Mark in quivering 
anticipation. Her arms were held up to him in an almost supplicating 
desire, and the twin nipples of her softly pliant breasts lay flat 
against her voluptuous body, inviting him to crush them beneath his 
thrashing weight.

Mark stood a moment before her, also naked, suddenly unsure whether he 
should do this, whether he was perhaps punishing his errant wife too 
much. But then the moist receptivity of Kate's waiting cunt thrust all 
other considerations from his mind, and he stepped forward to claim 
this willing prize.

Harry felt his own massive cock stir, as it always did, at the sight of 
his wife about to give herself to another man. He placed a hand on its 
rapidly swelling hugeness, and began to massage it into gargantuan 
proportions, watching while Mark climbed up onto the bunk and began to 
run his hand caressingly over the satin-soft whiteness of Kate's 
thighs.

Kate moaned with pleasure, and ran her hand through Mark's hair, urging 
him, begging him to do more, to arouse her further, much further. Mark 
responded by extending the pattern of his caresses until his fingers 
were playing light wispy games with the tightly curled hairs of her 
cunt, letting a fingernail run once every so often over the distended 
little pleasure bud of her expanding clitoris, and smiling as his ears 
caught the moans of pleasure his manipulations were eliciting. He 
turned his head slightly, and gazed with a defiant look at his own 
wife, who sat hypnotized by the adulterous display she was witnessing. 
Then his attention was drawn once again to the pinkly seeping cunt of 
Kate Johnson, and he lowered his head between her legs to drink of her 
flowing vaginal moisture.

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

Mark looked again at Lynn, and then with a sadistic smile on his lips, 
raised his muscularly tanned body over the eagerly waiting woman 
beneath him.

"All right ... you'll get it. You'll get my cock." 

"How lover boy? Tell me how!"

"Deep and hard. I'm going to fuck you until you beg for mercy, and 
then, I'm going to fuck you more."

"Oh, God," she sighed, "I can almost feel it already."

The undulating older woman pulled him down on her, raised her face and 
locked her mouth tightly against his, as her tiny hand slid down 
between them and closed around the pulsing hardness of his cock. He 
gasped at the coolness of her fingers and pressed harshly against her 
lips, dueling madly with her tongue. She crushed the full length of her 
body into his, opening her legs wide to take him up between them.

Mark groaned above the unresisting woman as he felt her moving his cock 
up and down between her legs, parting the softly curled hair of her 
vagina with the pulsating, blood-filled head. The auburn curls grazed 
teasingly against it, forcing it into greater hardness until it ached 
from the excruciating pressure.

He couldn't stand another second of this torture. Flicking his hips 
forward with a sudden thrust, he drove his desire-swollen member 
abruptly up into the gaping hot mouth of her tantalizing pussy.

"Oooooo," she groaned, as his long cock raced up her cunt to the full 
depths of her belly, suddenly hitting bottom, his balls slapping hard 
against the smoothly rounded cheeks of her buttocks. He thrust harder, 
screwing his pelvis tighter into her loins so she could not escape. He 
deliberately made his cock throb deep inside her and was rewarded by 
another low moan from between her tightly clenched teeth.

Tiny droplets of tears brimmed into the corners of Lynn's eyes as she 
watched her naked hostess begin to rotate her pelvis beneath Mark's 
sunken cock. She was seeing for the first time, with her own eyes, her 
own husband having sex with another woman. She was barely conscious of 
Harry Johnson speaking next to her. 

"Do you want to leave?"

"No ... I don't think so," she managed after a short pause. "I want to 
see it all and remember it for the rest of my life."

"You'll only hurt yourself," he murmured into her ear, a sly smile 
creasing his face.

Blinded by tears, Lynn did not notice the strange expression. She 
watched in disbelief as her husband bucked over Kate Johnson's writhing 
body. How could he? she wondered. Her eyes were opened wide as she 
watched Mark's lurching cock slide slowly up and down in the wet, 
clasping lips of the moaning woman's cunt, making a wet sluicing noise 
each time it entered. She knew she should scream and tear them apart, 
but instead, she sat frozen in immobility, and watched helplessly.

Mark ground his pelvis into the squirming woman beneath him as she 
strained back under him, arching her loins and thrusting them both off 
the bunk a few inches from the force of her upward lunges. Her mouth 
hung open and her head flailed from side to side in wild abandon.

"Oh, fuck me hard!" she moaned, already delirious with pleasure. "Shove 
your finger in my ass! Do it, quick!" 

Reaching under her, Mark searched with his middle finger for her anus. 
When he found the tiny puckered opening, he lubricated his finger with 
the fluids that had trickled out around his hard-driving cock and began 
to probe at the cringing little ass-hole. He pushed hard, feeling it 
give a little, and then suddenly the tight elastic ring fell before his 
attack and his finger slid in to the first knuckle. She cringed away, 
squirming beneath him to escape the initial pain of his entry.

He pushed harder, sinking it in to the second knuckle.

"Aaaaaggggh, yessss," she shrieked, screwing her buttocks back on his 
finger until it was buried to the palm of his hand.

Experimentally, he rotated it inside of the velvety depths of her 
rectum, feeling the thin wall of flesh that separated her two passages 
and the underside of his cock as it slid in and out of her. He began to 
pick up the same rhythm with his finger, sawing it in and out, 
skewering her with the lewd double-fucking. To his delight, she again 
picked up the tempo, bucking madly and opening her legs wider to give 
him greater access to the dual ravishment of her loins.

He could tell that she was near a climax as she began scissoring her 
legs open and shut in time to his long, hard thrusts into her and he 
began ramming harder, impaling her ass-hole with his finger to excite 
her more. He heard her gurgling and gasping beneath him and he drubbed 
into her with all his strength.

"Oh, I'm cumming!" she gasped frantically. "Fuck harder. Oh God, Mark, 
fuck me harder, I'm ccuummmiinngggg!" She drew back her thighs tighter 
until the whole of her wide-stretched pussy was offered up to him to 
fuck into as hard as he wanted. Her slim ankles locked over his 
shoulders and her pelvis writhed beneath him in a jerking dance of 
wildly abandoned ecstasy. Her mouth slipped open, her unseeing eyes 
rolling up toward the ceiling.

A low, strangled scream suddenly forced itself from between Kate's 
contorted lips and she screwed herself up on Mark's thickly ramming 
cock, locking herself to him with her thighs while her loins jerked 
spasmodically against his naked belly. A moment later, she collapsed 
limply beneath him on the bunk. She lay still, except for the last 
trembling of her vaginal muscles around his rampant cock. He thrust 
deep into her, then lay quiet until she regained her strength.

"Your husband's quite a lover," Harry whispered in Lynn's ear, as she 
sat beside him, trembling with horror and shock.

Lynn did not hear him, but only stared as if paralyzed at her husband's 
still rigid cock, lying quietly now in Kate's oozing cunt. She moved 
suddenly as her eyes rose to his face, and found his eyes staring at 
her with a look of defiance and even challenge.

"What's the matter, Lynn?" he said brutally, "don't you like to see me 
enjoying myself?"

Lynn was taken aback at the coarseness of his innuendo, and could only 
manage to shake her head no, slowly and unconvincingly.

"Well," her husband said, still cutting her with the sharpness of his 
sarcasm, "that's good. That's admirable. But don't let yourself be left 
out. I mean, don't let me stop your having a little fun yourself, you 
know?" 

"Mark ... I ..."

"I mean Harry looks like he'd be willing to entertain you, wouldn't 
you, Harry?" He glanced contemptuously at Harry. "And since you two 
seem to enjoy each other so much, it would be a shame if you let my 
presence inhibit you. After all, Kate and I aren't done yet by a long 
shot. Are we, baby?"

"No, lover boy, not by a long shot," Kate answered. "Why don't you roll 
over and let me give you something to remember me by."

With an evil grin on his face, and his eyes not leaving his shocked 
wife's face, Mark extracted his swollen cock from Kate's glistening 
pink cunt, and rolled away from her onto his back, lying tensely with 
his obscenely bobbing hardness aimed straight up to the ceiling over 
head. He folded his arms under his head so he could watch as she 
reached out and began stroking him, sliding the loose outer flesh of 
his rock-hard shaft up and down in a mesmerizing rhythm that increased 
the ache in his balls almost beyond endurance. Suddenly, she scrambled 
to her knees and leaned over his loins, her face a scant two inches 
from the blood-engorged head of his lust-hardened cock.

Her head dropped slowly and then her pointed tongue was flicking 
teasingly into the wetness of the tiny opening on the tip. Mark sucked 
in his breath as chills rippled along his spine. She dipped lower, 
enveloping the entire sensitive head of his penis in the moist, warm 
pressure of her lips. As her mouth tightened around it, he 
involuntarily thrust his pelvis upward, pushing more of his tingling 
male-flesh up into the hot, wet cavity of her sucking mouth.

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

"Kate's going to suck him off," Harry whispered, breathing heavily.

"Oh, God," Lynn moaned, tears brimming in her eyes. The awful sight of 
Mark's penis disappearing into Kate's hungrily ovalled mouth was just 
too much for her to stand. The sounds coming from them made her 
shudder: wet sucking noises, punctuated occasionally by small mewls and 
groans of totally absorbed pleasure. She wanted to get up and run, but 
knew her legs would not support her. She could do nothing but sit there 
and listen in torment while that woman made love to her husband.

Suddenly, she was aware of Harry's hand, softly massaging one of her 
breasts. He gave a sudden hard pinch against the soft, rubbery nipple, 
sending a flash of pain and, unexpectedly, pleasure shooting down the 
full length of her spine. Frantically, she twisted against him, coming 
to face again the lewd spectacle of her voluptuous hostess sucking her 
husband.

In her abrupt panic, the sight caught her by surprise and she stared 
for a moment, fascinated by the obscene act they were performing. 

Instead of the absolute revulsion she would have expected, she could 
feel a strange light-fingered quivering up between her tensely 
trembling thighs. She clenched her eyes shut again, but could not block 
out the lewd, inciting picture. The soft moans and wet sucking sounds 
forced themselves into her ears, magnifying the obscene image many 
times over.

As she felt her body begin to betray her for the second time that day, 
Lynn uttered a low helpless groan which was quickly choked off by 
Harry's lips pressing hard against hers. His tongue flicked into her 
mouth, causing her to squirm frantically in an attempt to stem the 
flowing tide of passion stealing over her. She tried to get away from 
him, but his strength was too great.

"Did you see that?" Harry breathed into her ear. "He fucked her and now 
she's sucking him."

"Yes, I ... I see," she mumbled back, the lewd words strangely exciting 
her.

"I think you should pay him back," he whispered, pulling her around so 
that they were facing each other. He ground his pelvis tightly against 
her, sliding his hands down to the softness of her buttocks and pulling 
her loins tightly into his.

"Oh, no, please, we can't ... not again," she whimpered, and her body 
stiffened as she felt Harry begin to massage the soft white cheeks of 
her buttocks from behind, pulling her loins harder against his. She 
clenched her eyes shut, fighting with all her will against the sudden 
uncontrolled sensations that were beginning to course through her body, 
but the soft touch of his fingers against her nipple and the hardness 
of his penis crushing into her quivering belly brought soft moans of 
helpless submission to her lips. She gasped and held her breath as she 
felt his fingers in contact with her naked flesh. She squirmed back, 
whimpering helplessly, as one fingertip found the tiny, sensitive flesh 
of her clitoris.

Gently parting the soft, resilient pubic hair, Harry dipped his middle 
finger into the wetly trembling passage of Lynn's burning cunt, teasing 
the hardened button of her clitoris. It was damp and slippery from the 
unwanted desire that had saturated her whole body, and she caught her 
breath to hold in the groan of involuntary pleasure she felt building 
deep in her chest. Tears of humiliation cascaded down her cheeks as, to 
her shameful horror, she found herself reacting to the maddening 
caresses of her breasts and vagina, a pulsing knot of itching 
compulsion spread through her loins, squirming her hips in involuntary 
rhythm to his lewd fingering up between her thighs.

"Spread your legs a little," Harry breathed harshly into her ear. 
"Spread them wide."

"Oh, God, no, please," she pleaded through her tears and desire, as she 
felt his wet mouth press into the soft, vulnerable flesh of her belly.

The aroused car dealer dropped his lips to her blonde pubic triangle 
and gently spread the soft golden hairs, darting his tongue into the 
moistening slit of her vagina.

"N-no, don't d-do that," she spluttered brokenly. "It ... it's not 
right ..."

Harry glanced up at her, "I'm going to kiss and lick your cunt. I'm 
going to pussy-lick you with my tongue. And you're going to like it." 

Lynn groaned in helpless submission as his incredibly lascivious words 
made her tremble with a strange, wanton desire. She shuddered in 
unwilling arousal as she felt him parting her pubic hair and slowly 
drawing apart the soft pink lips of her cunt, exposing the moist tight 
slit to the fire of his gaze. He stared at it for a long moment, then 
drove his head savagely downward, his tongue darting hungrily and deep 
into the warmly throbbing walls of her pussy.

"Oh, God, that's good," Mark groaned beside them on the bunk, lifting 
his head a little higher for a clear view of Kate's contorted face 
wrapped wantonly around his massive swollen cock. The sight of his 
swollen rod of lust-hardened flesh sunk halfway up between her wide-
stretched lips increased the sensation a thousand fold. Still wet and 
glistening from the juices of Kate's vaginal climax, it gleamed like a 
warrior's sword along the part she had not yet taken between her lips. 
He felt her massaging the soft, velvety skin of his balls tantalizingly 
with one hand, while the thumb and forefinger of her other stroked its 
husky base as she began to suck rhythmically up and down. He could feel 
the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it each time she 
withdrew her head, the tip flicking magically across the tiny split on 
its knobby head. He flexed his buttocks, his head still lifted, 
watching the crown of her head bobbing up and down below.

Kate sensed Mark's throbbing reactions and began to suck his thickly 
swollen cock a little harder, the tips of her teeth digging gently into 
the hard, resisting flesh and leaving tiny white trails where they had 
scraped the skin. As she reached under his buttocks to pull his loins 
up tighter to her face, her tongue swiped around and around the 
throbbing cock-head until Mark felt it nearing the bursting point. 
Watching her take as much of the rigid shaft into her throat as was 
humanly possible, he wondered that she didn't choke, but she continued 
the maddening sucking, on and on.

Great pools of heat began to build in the depths of his sperm-bloated 
balls as he watched her face laboring over his fever-pitched loins. 
Tiny rivulets of perspiration rolled down the sides of the older 
woman's body as she bucked over him like a demon gone insane. The 
muscles of his stomach tightened until it felt like they were going to 
snap from the pressure as he arched his back up, shoving his hard 
fleshy rod even farther up between the sensual moistness of her full 
lips. Excitedly, he watched as her lips clung tightly to the shaft of 
his penis as if held there by some unseen force. He knew that any 
moment he would lose control, would feel the needle-thin streams of 
white, hot sperm rush from his balls along his shaft and begin spewing 
in long streams into her waiting throat. Any minute now ... it's 
cumming ... it's cumming ...

"Oh, oh, God, ooooh," Lynn gasped, twitching uncontrollably as Harry's 
tongue flicked out against the tiny bud of her rigidly swollen 
clitoris, then drew back up through the sensitive, exposed pink flesh 
of her involuntarily dilating cunt. 

Raising his head to her passion-contorted face, Harry grinned in 
obscene triumph. "Now, I'm going to fuck you, Lynn. I'm going to fuck 
you better than you've ever been fucked before."

His lascivious words sent a new flurry of excitement fluttering through 
her lust-heated loins, and she hungrily reached down to grasp his 
throbbing shaft, forcing everything else from her tortured brain.

"Yes ... yes, Harry ... fuck me ... fuck me hard ..."

Harry moved up over her body, smiling lewdly as he felt her hand close 
around the length of his rock-hard member, her fingers barely going 
around it. He felt her tremble as she realized again its tremendous 
size, then brace her body as she guided it up the valley of her 
buttocks, not letting it lose contact with her flesh until it was 
poised between the palpitating lips of her waiting vagina. Quivering 
half in fear and half in anticipation, she spread her thighs wider 
apart and placed her trembling hands on his buttocks, fearfully 
awaiting his first thrust.

She felt the huge rubbery head moving up and down, parting the sparse 
pussy hair and the full, fleshy lips of her cunt, and then all of a 
sudden, the small mouth of her tingling vagina popped helplessly open 
before it.

"Aaaaagh," she grunted as the elastic-rimmed tightness gave way and the 
tip slipped through, cruelly stretching the tight opening until she 
felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless 
pressure.

Harry felt a wave of sadistic pleasure rush through him as he heard her 
soulful protest. He was unable to conceal the vicious smile that 
twisted his mouth, and he shoved a little harder, eliciting another 
long, low moan from deep in her throat.

"Noooo, please, no more ... you're hurting me," she whimpered pitifully 
as he drove another agonizing inch up into her defenseless pussy. He 
was much to big! Even bigger than Hans! If he pushed again, he would 
split her wide open!

Harry Johnson could barely contain the excitement her anguished pleas 
were bringing him as he slowly and relentlessly penetrated her cunt, 
flexing his hips again and again, sinking into her an inch at a time. 
Suddenly, the grin on his face faded and a contorted expression of 
sheer lust replaced it. He had to fuck the little bitch, now, he had 
to!

He rammed forward, unmercifully, dropping his heavy weight onto her, 
smashing her full, firm breasts beneath his powerful chest as he thrust 
his hips at the same time, and his long, thick cock plunged into her 
moist, frightened cunt with the brutal force of a battering ram, 
pushing the soft fleshy folds of her vaginal walls in small rippling 
waves before it. He could feel his balls slap tightly against her 
jerking anus as she tried futilely to wriggle away from the sudden 
cruel impalement.

"Oh, God, stop," she breathed, "please, stop it. You're killing me!" 
Her legs splayed wide apart, flailing helplessly in the air on either 
side of his great muscular body, kicking and jerking as he pinned her 
securely to the bunk. Her arms were outstretched, palms against his 
hips, attempting to hold back the hard blunt head that pressed against 
her cervix like a great hard stone.

Her belly had never been filled so completely in her life and his cock 
felt as though it had ripped her vagina into a thousand shreds. She 
could feel its every fleshy ridge, cruelly stretching her insides as 
she flexed her vaginal muscles tightly together in an attempt to ward 
off the huge invading cudgel. But the throb of her soft inner flesh 
only seemed to incite him more, and she felt him reaming even farther 
up into her vainly resisting young cunt. Helplessly, she clenched her 
teeth and endured it.

"Oh, God," Mark groaned beside his wife, as he lifted his head higher 
from the bunk to watch Kate's penis-contorted face, her lips stretched 
wide with the thickness of his aching cock buried deep in her mouth. 
She was massaging the softly resilient skin of his balls with one hand 
and stroking the base of his cock between the thumb and forefinger of 
the other, sucking rhythmically up and down its length. The sight of 
his hard shaft sawing in and out of her lewdly ovalled mouth caused 
Mark's loins to tense more and jerk up into her face until it seemed as 
though he were ramming the whole length far back into her willing 
throat. Practically all of it seemed to disappear with each hard thrust 
he made until only a short stretch of it showed glistening and red, 
protruding like the stump of a wet tree from between her roundly 
distended lips. It was gorged with his fiery blood, a pulsating shaft 
like a creature with its own existence and desires that he could not 
control. 

Kate was elated by his throbbing reaction and began to suck him harder, 
jerking his loins up tighter to her face. Her entire being was focused 
on the labor of giving him pleasure and she swiped her tongue around 
and around as he rammed the rigid shaft again and again into her 
throat. She felt like she would choke any minute, but she continued the 
frenzied sucking on and on, struggling for breath and catching small 
gasps of air on each out-stroke. Her full heavy breasts danced and 
swayed below her rocking torso, and she felt the flesh of her lips 
being pulled out grotesquely and clinging to the thickness of his cock 
as she sucked hungrily, her cheeks hollowing and filling with each 
virile thrust.

"Oh, suck it, suck it," Mark gasped through clenched teeth. Kate's body 
was starting to gleam from the sheen of perspiration forming over her 
skin, and Mark began to enjoy the vision of the gorgeous woman's 
kneeling, subservient position, along with the tremendous physical 
sensations she was giving him. He felt a strong pressure building up to 
an unbelievable pitch in his balls and he knew that it would not be 
long now. His cock felt like it was ready to explode and spew his hot 
sperm all over the cabin. He thrust his hips up violently into her face 
and heard a sudden mumble of protest from her as his huge penis fucked 
relentlessly far up into the wet cavern, banging far back against her 
desperately working throat. But he didn't care now, he could think of 
nothing but his need to end this exquisite torturing sensation that was 
building, building, building, mounting toward the final peak of 
ecstasy.

He moaned over and over again, his mouth opening and shutting as he 
muttered incoherently, the fire in his balls now unbearably hot. 
Suddenly he gasped and his cock began a wild staccato jerking that 
without warning flooded the beautiful woman's greedily sucking mouth 
with burst after burst of hot sticky sperm. Her cheeks hollowed and 
expanded as she greedily swallowed the warm flooding gushes to keep 
from choking.

"Aaaaah, suck it, suck it, Kate!" he groaned as he tightened his hands 
in her hair and convulsively slammed his pulsating cock farther and 
farther into her mouth and down into her throat.

Kate gagged and coughed spasmodically as she swallowed to regain her 
breath, but kept sucking wildly as he continued to shoot his lewd male 
cum far back into her throat. Small droplets of the pungent liquid 
dribbled from the corners of her mouth as he moaned his last, sighing 
with relief. Little by little, the exhausted penis deflated in her 
mouth and Mark panted heavily as he flung out his arms to either side 
in happy weariness. Kate lay there for another moment or two with her 
head resting on his thigh, still nibbling softly at the now limp and 
spent cock. At last she lifted her head and his softened penis slipped 
out of her lips with a low, reluctant slurping sound.

Lying beside them on the bunk, Lynn was beginning to feel the first 
galvanic tingles of lewd desire returning to her own body, exciting 
licentious little chills that crept up and down the base of her spine 
in rhythm with the even measured cadence of Harry Johnson's great cock 
skewering wetly up into her now gratefully accepting belly. Her body 
seemed to be twitching and writhing of its own will, and she groaned 
incessantly into his mouth, shoving her tongue with a sudden complete 
abandon into his throat. Unconsciously, she drew back her legs, opening 
her cock-hungry pussy even wider to his pounding assault, her buttocks 
moving voluntarily now against the bunk beneath her.

Harry slipped his hands down her curvaceous sides and slid them under 
the softly round globes of her wriggling buttocks, cupping them hotly 
in each hand. They were flexing and unflexing, shuddering in his 
fingers as he clamped his hands tightly around them. He jerked her up 
tighter to his loins and felt her straining her thighs further back, 
the moist warm hole of her cunt flowering open to welcome his cock to 
even greater depths.

Lynn did not even try to comprehend what had happened to her body, the 
new wave of arousal that was saturating her whole being. She was only 
aware that the pain was suddenly gone, giving way to a maddening 
electric-like tingle that began deep within her womb and spread 
relentlessly over the raw nerve-ends of her flesh. Her eyes closed and 
her tongue worked and slavered up into his mouth as small mewling 
noises of velvety pleasure rumbled from her throat. She knew the cords 
in her neck and thighs were standing out hard and tense as she writhed 
beneath him from the fervency of her feeling. There was no longer any 
thought of anything, just the exquisite sensation of lying beneath this 
man who was fucking her, and giving back to him what he was giving to 
her.

Harry gloated in triumph as he felt Mark Shaffer's wife's naked body 
increase in hungry gyrations up and down, faster and faster with each 
passing second, the urgency of her thrusts becoming more pronounced, 
her lust-bared teeth clenching her lower-lip as she strained 
uncontrollably toward orgasm. He moved suddenly into longer, smoother 
strokes that brought his lust-swollen cock almost all the way out of 
her clasping vagina on the backstroke and then thrusting forward into 
her uplifted buttocks again until he could feel the harsh slap of his 
balls against the unprotected crevice of her anus.

"Oh, Harry, it's so beautiful, so gooood," she cried out, her mind lost 
in the dizzying spirals of ecstasy. Her legs opened and closed around 
his hips as she bucked beneath him, arching her body up so that more of 
his desire-hardened cock could enter her. She felt totally possessed by 
him and, at that moment, wanted nothing so much as for him to just take 
her like an animal to show her that he was the victor by sheer power in 
the eternal struggle between the sexes, to make her scream out the 
agonizing pleasure of her defeat.

Harry worked his cock around and around inside of her, feeling the 
muscular ridges of her vagina around his smooth sliding weapon as he 
pounded and crashed into the smooth fleshy sheath. His tempo increased 
as her legs clamped tightly around his hips, tensing on each stroke to 
bring them down to her with even more fury. He sensed that she was 
rapidly approaching her climax as her knees drew up and her moist 
splayed vagina bucked wildly against his lustfully ramming cock, 
sucking him deeper and deeper up into her, trapping his hardened flesh 
with unbelievable muscular ripples and twitches.

"Oh ... oh ... oh ... oooooooh ..." she began to chant rapturously as 
her host's excitedly throbbing penis fucked savagely into her steaming 
wet pussy, slamming against her upturned cervix, his balls smacking 
heavily against her roundly straining buttocks. Finally it was too much 
to bear, and, like a dam collapsing before a flood wave, her mind began 
to disintegrate before the force of the overpowering sensation that was 
radiating out from her loins.

With an abrupt, deep-throated moan, Lynn's body began to vibrate 
uncontrollably, her legs jack-knifing out and around over his back as 
her heels pounded wildly against his buttocks. Feeling her reach the 
pinnacle of excitement, Harry was aware that his cock had begun to 
expand inside her trembling cunt, growing bigger and bigger until he 
thought it might burst from the fantastic pressure of lust building 
deep in his sperm-bloated balls.

Then, suddenly, Harry, too, could hold back no longer. The muscles in 
his buttocks began to tense and twitch as the boiling sperm began to 
churn up through his lust-swollen balls and wildly jerking cock, 
exploding out into her spastically clasping cunt. Cupping the round 
cheeks of her firm young ass closer around his convulsively emptying 
penis, he beat a wild tattoo against her upthrust loins. Then, with a 
groan, and a last dying spurt of hot male semen deep up into her belly, 
he collapsed on her nakedly quivering form.

A stillness crept over the cabin, punctuated only by the heavy panting 
of the four satiated people laying naked on the large bunk in the 
aftermath of their orgiastic revel. Harry was smiling at his wife, 
enjoying with her what had been a fantastic, though not by any means 
rare, session. Lynn had escaped from under Harry's bulky weight, and 
was lying on her side, her head turned so that she would not have to 
confront her husband. And Mark lay calm now, already clear in his mind 
about the result this totally unrealistic event in his life was going 
to have on his future, and his marriage, in that order.

"Well now," came the husky voice from above their heads, "it looks like 
I've missed the party."

Hans looked down with an obscene grin deforming his swarthy face, at 
the four naked, glistening bodies on the bunk below. He chuckled at 
their surprise, and began to descend into the cabin.

"I don't guess anybody minds if one more joins the party?" he said 
lewdly.

There was a pause, and then Kate's sensuous voice broke the silence.

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

"Well, I do!" 

Mark lurched off the bunk, and grabbed for his clothes.

"You four can stay down here as long as you want, and fuck each other 
to death for all I care," he said, pulling on his pants hastily and 
gathering up the rest of his clothes in his arms, "but I'm leaving. I 
can only take so much."

"But Mark," Kate asked, offended, "wasn't I good for you baby?"

Mark turned to her, and ran one hand quickly along her face, giving her 
a slight pat at the same time.

"Sweetheart, you were magnificent. We'll do it again sometime."

He turned and made his way to the cabin door, easing around the burly 
form of Hans, who was already shedding himself of his clothes, making 
himself ready to partake in this feast of the senses.

"You take my place." he said sarcastically to Hans, then, turning to 
stare at his wife with bitter rejection, he said, "And take care of my 
wife for me, will you? It looks to me like she just can't get enough."

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

Mark looked at her coldly, as though she were a stranger, as though 
there had never been any love between them. And she knew, immediately, 
with a terrifying certainty, that he was going to leave her, was going 
to walk away and completely abandon her for all time to the hell she 
had lived aboard the Vera. 

"Mark ... please God ... you can't! I'm sorry ... please ... I'll make 
it up to you ... you can't leave me here ... you can't ..."

"You're wrong my dear," he said quietly, "I can, and I will."

His face didn't soften as she broke down in soul-wracking sobs, 
crumpling on the bunk as though she might die from the panic twisting 
her body in a vise-like grip.

"I have plans for my life, sweet wife of mine," he continued in the 
same unemotional voice, "and after today, you could never fit in them. 
And I'm not even really very sorry about it."

He turned on his heel and began to climb the ladder leading out of the 
tension-charged cabin. He was stopped mid-way up by Harry's slick 
voice.

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

Mark paused, and then turned his face to them, as they sprawled 
lasciviously before him in obscene nakedness. He looked one last time 
at his small wife's huddling form, totally unaware of Hans' huge hand 
as it began to caress her back soothingly, and then he turned back to 
Harry.

"Of course, Harry. The deal is still on. After all, that's what this 
trip was all about, wasn't it?"

He climbed the ladder quickly, and disappeared without another word 
into the hot brilliance of the scorching Caribbean sun.


The End 




  
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