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CHAPTER FIVE

"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.