"Seduced young wife" - читать интересную книгу автора (Desmond Robert)

CHAPTER TEN

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.