Robert Desmond - Seduced young wife

"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…!