Robert Desmond - Seduced young wife

"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.