Robert Desmond - Seduced young wife

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.

"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.