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From grobert@soho.ios.com Tue Sep 03 16:23:36 1996
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Subject: SedWife 1/8  "The Seduced Young Wife"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Tue, 03 Sep 1996 06:23:36 -0800

WARNING:
     This story is fiction and should be treated as such.
     The following story contains descriptions of explicit sex.
If you are not an adult or reading descriptions sex stories upset you, do
not read any further.
     I am not the author.  I don't have the talent.
     I can only be the "TheEditor."





                          The Seduced Young Wife



                                Chapter 1

     A hum filled Lynn Shaffer's ears as she began to arouse herself from
her half-sleep.  She was dimly aware of a delicious warmth which permeated
her entire body, forming tiny beads of perspiration on her forehead and
letting a faint dampness invade the sheltered places beneath her arms and
down between her small, smoothly rounded thighs.  She rolled over onto her
back, vaguely conscious now of the texture of the terrycloth towel which
lay beneath her, and of the sweltering sun standing high over her in the
cloudless Caribbean sky.
     The hum grew louder as she began to wake up.  She wondered vaguely
what it was, and then remembered.  Of course.  The Vera's motor.  Harry
Johnson's motor yacht.  She thought perhaps the yacht had ceased its
gently rhythmic rolling motion, a rolling that had coddled her to sleep on
the deck just like her water bed at home, but then had decided it had not.
     "Mmmm ... Mark?" Lynn murmured quietly, and a faint smile tried to
awaken her still sleeping mouth.  It was a small mouth, mischievous,
almost pixyish but not quite.  There were a few strands of long, blonde
hair stuck to the dryness of her lips, and she unconsciously pulled them
away, licking her lips into life at the same time.
     Lynn Shaffer was a small woman, with a neatly formed, symmetrical
body, that made one think immediately of a physically mature 16 year-old.
And even though Lynn was 30, her face bore none of the traces of wear that
begin to worry so many women of that age.  Her secret was that she had
kept a great deal of the child in her; not consciously, but with an
unpretentiousness and ease which was immediately apparent to anyone who
looked at her.  She had rather large, softly luminous brown eyes, and a
slightly turned-up nose, which only combined once again to give her face a
childish innocence and a look of boundless energy.
     The wind had veered since morning, and now played a cool and
refreshing game with the tiny blonde hairs on Lynn's smooth, lovely arms
as she lay on the bobbing ship-deck.  She sighed pleasurably.  Hmm, that
felt good.  She reached up and loosened the top of her small bikini
slightly, and let the wind's freshness drive out some of the heat and
dampness from between her firmly rounded breasts.  She stretched an arm
lazily across her softly flat belly, raised a knee and spread her legs
slightly apart to let the air circulate up between her thighs, all the way
up to where a few tightly curled pubic hairs managed to escape from the
confining grasp of her bikini.
     She thought about the last day and a half, and decided she had done a
good job.  Her husband, Mark, had told her to be friendly to Harry
Johnson, and had said that the sale of Mark's used car lot to Harry might
depend on the impression they gave him this week.  And Lynn had done her
best.  She instinctively knew when men found her attractive and
entertaining, and she knew that Harry Johnson was now numbered among those
men.  There was nothing premeditated in this, for Lynn was definitely not
a scheming woman; it simply grew out of her own vivaciousness and joy.
Johnson had been attentive since they had set sail, and Lynn felt now that
he was won over.
     Harry Johnson was a different man on this cruise than he was at the
office, she decided.  Here on the boat he was relaxed and very friendly,
but at the office ... Lynn had worked as a part-time bookkeeper for
Harry's used car business for six months now, and had gotten to know
first-hand the hard sell drive that had made his lot the largest in
Marina, her home town.  At first it had seemed strange to be working for
someone who was competing with her husband's own car business, but Mark's
lot was so small, and they did need the money.  Besides, Mark had finally
agreed, and had even helped her get the job.  Still, she knew that Mark
didn't really like the idea, even though she was helping to make ends
meet.
     Lynn rolled over onto her side, and watched as the azure blue water
of the Caribbean slid past the hull of the powerful motor yacht.  She was
aware now of the gently pitching motion which, if she closed her eyes,
made her feel as if her head were growing heavier, only to be lightened
again as the bow raised itself out of the water, and sent the weight
rushing down through her legs.  She concentrated on this peculiarly
exciting sensation as it struggled to awaken every part of her body, and
the almost imperceptible swaying of her body from side to side against the
softness of the towel and the hardness of the deck made her think again of
her husband.
     "Mark ..." she whispered, carefully forming her lips around his name.
She smiled.  She was happy to be where she was, happy to feel the coolness
of the wind across her almost naked body, happy to feel the motion of the
sea through that body as though she and all the oceans of the world were
one.  And she was happiest of all about having the chance to help Mark
with his business, to really contribute, to make sure he would know that
she wasn't the "little kid" he sometimes called her affectionately.
     She could hardly wait to see him in Nassau, even though they'd been
married over a year and a half.  She hadn't wanted to come on the cruise
without him, but everything seemed to have worked out fine.  Harry Johnson
and his wife Kate had invited them for a week's cruise, and Mark had
immediately accepted.  Lynn knew that this was an important chance for him
to settle the business deal with Harry, who'd offered to buy out Mark's
business for a very generous sum.  Mark hadn't told her how much, but she
knew that it was a lot, and she knew it was very important for Mark to
firm up the deal.  Mark has ambitions, she thought proudly, and I am going
to help him realize them.
     At the last minute though, Mark had had to go out of town, to talk
with some people in Miami, and he had been afraid that to call off the
cruise might offend Johnson and jeopardize his chances of selling his lot.
He had asked Harry if he would mind if Lynn went along without him, and if
he flew over to meet them after a few days in Nassau.  Harry didn't seem
to mind, but when Mark had told Lynn she had had reservations.
     Lynn laughed at herself now for being so worried.  The only thing she
could think of last week when Mark told her was being alone with her boss
and his wife on a ship for two or three days.  She had heard vague rumors
about him, rumors she now knew must be circulated about every boss in the
world.  But Mark had convinced her that if she went and had a good time
with the Johnsons, it would help him tremendously in his business deal,
and she would enjoy it besides.  Kate Johnson had also called her on the
telephone that night, and Lynn was reassured that this woman with the
friendly voice would be along as well, so what could happen?
     Lynn laughed a small laugh to herself and picked at a strand of her
windblown hair, which was dancing in wavelike motions around her head.
Sometimes she was so afraid of men.
     "Grow up," she chided herself, and laughed again.  She was on a
beautiful yacht in the middle of a wide open sea, with nothing but the sun
above her and the surging motion, up and down ... up and down ...
     Lynn dozed off again, rocked into semi-consciousness by the gentle
rhythmic pitching of Vera.  She would see Mark in another couple of days,
and that would make things complete.  And he would be proud of her for
having made Johnson receptive to the sale.  And Mark would run smiling to
her ... smiling ... and his great muscular arms would enfold her ... and
Mark ... he would be so happy with ... proud ... she was a woman not ...
little kid ... and all right ... everything would be all right ...
     Lynn slept, unthinking, as the Vera plowed her way to the east and
Nassau.



                                Chapter 2

     Harry Johnson watched as the voluptuous Lynn Shaffer lifted her knee;
he swallowed hard as she spread her lusciously inviting legs and
rearranged herself on the towel, and wondered what it was going to be like
to fuck her hot little pussy.  The yacht had been at sea a day and a half,
and he hadn't gotten to her yet.
     Damn, he thought to himself, she's tougher than most, but she's going
to be worth it.  Harry took his eyes momentarily off the young woman's
curvaceously reclining body, and turned to check the compass bearing.
     "Take her a few more degrees south, Hans, and hold her steady," he
said.
     Hans Piemmel started.  "Yes sir," he said quickly, and swung the big
wheel of the Vera until the compass needle was resting precisely on a
southwest bearing.
     Harry looked at his captain, at his huge frame and his powerful arms
resting lightly on the wheel.  He could see Hans had been devouring Lynn's
delicious body with his eyes, the same as he himself had, and he wondered
what kind of perverted thoughts were racing around inside the cunning mind
of the husky seaman.  He laughed.  What the hell, he thought, probably the
same ones running around inside my mind.
     Harry glanced down at his own muscled, hairy legs, and decided he
wasn't in bad shape for his 45 years.  His broad-shouldered, thick-chested
frame was the result of punishing daily gym sessions, sessions Harry
conducted with the same fervor that had made his the most successful used
car business in Marina.  Harry considered himself a successful lover too,
and if the number of his conquests was any indication, he was right.
Harry grinned.  The idea of buying a boat had been a good one too, he
decided, because now the conquests even came to him.
     He looked back up the sloping deck of the cruiser, past the raised
deckhouse, to where his new prize was laying, unaware of his plans
completely.  In the day and a half they'd been at sea, Lynn had not
responded to a single one of his hints, had not even seemed to realize
that hints were being made.  It was frustrating, but Harry had handled
this kind of situation before, and he knew he could do it again.
     Lynn rolled onto her side, and the line of her small waist flowed
smoothly up into the perfectly rounded curve of her almost naked hip,
creating a profile etched onto the blue, cloudless sky as though it had
been painstakingly sculpted and placed on the bow for erotic
ornamentation.
     That's my little figurehead, Harry thought, and decided Lynn was a
great improvement over the carved statues set on the bows of the old
sailing ships.  He grinned a lewd and secret grin.  He knew his figurehead
was a real, live, flesh and blood woman, and he planned to take advantage
of that fact before this cruise was over.
     Harry glanced behind him, at the churning wake created by the
powerful 370 horses down below decks.  The Vera was really moving along
now at 11 or 12 knots, and the breeze picked up the crests of the breaking
wake and spun them spraying out in all directions.  Yessir, he thought,
The Vera is a beautiful boat.  $75,000, but worth every penny of it.  He
had bought her only a month before, and this was her first, her maiden,
voyage.  Harry was taking her from Florida to Nassau, to take the place of
the smaller boat he had just sold.  The old boat had begun to bother him,
reminding him of the days when he couldn't afford anything bigger or
better, but now he had the Vera.  Harry loved his new yacht like he had
never loved a woman.  "The only trouble is," Harry liked to say, "you
can't fuck a boat."
     He looked up along the deck again at Lynn, who seemed to be asleep
now, the suntanned flesh of her belly undulating rhythmically, raising her
small rounded breasts up and down in a seesaw of painfully inviting
motions.  Harry felt the warmth of the sun through his nylon swimming
trunks as his aroused cock began swelling, jerking upwards in strict
cadence, it seemed, with the sensuous movement of the susceptible young
blonde girl's body.  It swelled until it was straining at the restrictions
imposed by Harry's trunks, but Harry didn't notice.  He was watching as if
hypnotized by the methodical in and out, in and out, of Lynn's breathing,
feeling the motion of her petite little body in his loins, feeling the
delicious warmth of her naked breasts pressing firmly into his great hairy
chest, her hungrily straining legs locked around his plunging hips, her
hot breath on his face ... Harry's hand unconsciously sought his painfully
throbbing cock, and he began to slowly massage it, giving it just a little
more room inside his trunks, allowing it a new chance to fill with the
blood his heart was now beginning to pump wildly throughout his entire
body.  His chest began to ache with desire, and his hand moved more
quickly now over the straining nylon material that separated his penis
from full freedom.  His heavy balls throbbed with the pressure of pent-up
sperm, waiting to be released ... waiting ... waiting to flow unhindered
into the lubricated wetness of Lynn Shaffer's tight little cunt.
     Harry couldn't stand it any more.  He stood up quickly, and climbed
the two steps leading from the cockpit to the deck.  He lurched backward,
thrown by a sudden pitch of the boat, and then began to make his way up
the rail to where Lynn lay vulnerable in her near-nakedness.  Harry
reasoned wildly: One quick pull and that little piece of cotton bathing
suit wouldn't stop him ... nothing would stop him ... he would be pumping
out his cum into her tender young pussy before she even knew what was
happening, and then ...
     "Mr. Johnson!"
     The voice stopped Harry in his tracks.  It took him a split second to
realize where he was, and who was calling to him.  Then he turned and
looked down into the grinning face of Hans Piemmel.
     "What ... what is it?" Harry managed to get out.
     "I just thought you might want to come and check this oil pressure,
sir."
     Harry realized with a start, that Hans must have been watching him
all the time.  Harry was momentarily embarrassed, and then angry.
     "What the hell's wrong with it, you bastard?" he snarled.
     Hans' grin didn't leave his face.
     "As a matter of fact, not a thing, sir."
     Harry stood glaring down at the sunburned, scarred face of his
captain, uncertain whether to give him hell or to continue his attack on
Lynn, and as he stood there, the anger began to flow out of him as quickly
as it had come, and with it his painfully throbbing erection subsided.
But Hans was right.  Harry Johnson was not the raping kind, and he knew
it.  He would have ruined everything by throwing himself on Lynn, and he
would have been beaten back by her first scream.  No, raping a woman was
for other men, Harry knew.  Men like Hans Piemmel.
     "You bastard," Harry said softly, defeated.
     "Yessir," Hans grinned.
     Harry stepped back down into the cockpit.  He slowly stretched out on
the cockpit seat, and shut his eyes.
     "Man, she's a nice little piece, though," he murmured.
     "Yeah," said Hans, "but an awful hard cunt to crack."
     Harry glanced up at the captain, and then laid his head down on one
of the life-preserver cushions strewn about the cockpit.  He laughed.
     "But we'll crack her," he said lewdly.  "We'll crack her good and
proper," and his mind began searching for a plan of action.
     Hans looked over from the back of the large cockpit at the powerfully
built body of his boss.  He sneered to himself with disgust.  Any man that
would let another man talk him out of a good lay, was no man at all.  If
it had been me, Hans thought, looking up to where Lynn slept in blissful
ignorance, that little honey's legs would be split in two wide-spread
pieces by now.  Hans' cock stirred at the thought.
     "Not now little man," he murmured under his breath, speaking to his
rapidly awakening penis, "not now.  You'll get your chance, don't worry.
Just leave it up to me."
     Hans checked the compass, and brought the boat back around to south-
southwest.  Johnson may own this boat, he thought, but he sure can't
navigate it.  Hans could navigate it though.  Hans could do anything when
it came to boats.  Ever since his fifteenth birthday, when he'd run away
from his home on Dutch Curacao, he'd been working the boats of the
Caribbean; freighters, mail boats, charters, yachts, you name it.  It came
naturally to him, and he sometimes liked to say with pride that he owed
his skill to his Dutch forbears, the best sailors in the world.  And now
he was captaining Johnson's Vera.  He looked at this job as a definite
step up in the world, and he was earning twice what he ever had before in
his life.  But it wasn't the pay that made him stick with Johnson.  It was
the little dividends that Hans most enjoyed.  Johnson usually ended up
fucking every female "guest"  on his cruises, but there were often guests
who were a little reluctant to accept Harry's peculiar brand of
hospitality.  It was Hans' duty and pleasure to see to it that these
ladies were made just a little more receptive.  It had happened many times
before, and it would happen again.  The captain figured it would happen on
this voyage.
     Hans had one other source of income that sometimes arose from his
cruises with Harry Johnson.  Everybody on Harry's boat, sooner or later,
did something he'd rather not have other people know about, and Hans was
smart enough to realize that there was money to be made in knowing how to
keep your mouth shut.  Hans never came on board without his camera,
stuffed down inside the middle of his duffel bag, and he had often used
it.  Even Harry didn't know about this little bit of free enterprise.



                                Chapter 3

     Harry Johnson started, and wondered what had waked him from the half-
sleep he had fallen into.  Then he felt a firm hand gently caressing his
belly, fingertips running a ring around the tops of his bathing trunks,
occasionally a long, cool finger darting under the elastic band and
entwining itself playfully with his thick pubic hair.  He lay for a moment
with his eyes closed, sighing with pleasure as he felt the experienced
fingers bring his slumbering loins to life.
     Opening one eye, he looked at his wife, Kate, who was kneeling with
her back to him, one hand playing a gentle tattoo on his belly, the other
beginning to snake its way into the warm space up between his powerful,
hairy thighs.  Suddenly he sat up, grabbing her hand and forcing it under
his bathing trunks to where his expectant cock lay waiting, his other hand
slipping around under his wife's arm and squeezing one of her heavy, pear-
shaped breasts with surprising violence.
     "Caught you!"
     "Oww!"  Kate cried, startled by the suddenness of his move and the
pressure his hand was exerting on her tender nipple, which he was rubbing
painfully against the top of her scanty two-piece bathing suit.
     "Oh, honey, I'm sorry," he teased, as he took his hand from her
breast.  "I thought I was being attacked by the Sunday night rapist."
     "You bastard," Kate said quietly.  "I try to be nice to you ..."
     Harry lifted the short brown hair at the back of his wife's slender
neck, and ran his mouth soothingly over her nakedly exposed shoulders.  He
nuzzled the hollow between her neck and shoulder, and playfully nipped the
suntanned flesh of her tapering back with his lips.
     "Am I forgiven?" he mumbled, running a hand along the inside of her
warmly fleshed thigh.
     Kate quivered with pleasure, and moaned just audibly that he was.
She gave his awakening cock a last caress, and removed her hand from his
trunks.
     "That's enough for now," she said.  "I just came up to bring you a
drink."
     "You know something, baby?  It's never 'enough for now'.  Not for
me."  Harry leaned over and took the tumbler of bourbon and water from
her, and swinging his feet off the seat, sat up and took a long drink.  He
sighed with satisfaction.  "Umm, that's good."  He motioned his wife to
come sit beside him, making room for her on the seat.
     "I want to ask you something, and I want you to tell me the truth."
     Kate looked at him, and laughed as she said, "Harry, you are the most
transparent man I ever met.  You get that 'I want to ask you something'
tone of voice, and it only means one thing."  She looked up the deck to
where Lynn Shaffer lay innocently sleeping.  "Well, she is pretty, I'll
say that much for her."  There was just a trace of jealousy in Kate's
voice.
     Harry chuckled.  "And you are the most perceptive woman in the world.
And the most understanding."  He leaned over and gave a small kiss on her
forehead.  "Any other wife in the world would have her husband's head off
if he came to her and asked if she minded if he laid some other broad."
     Kate looked at her husband and forced a smile.  "Would you be able to
keep your great big paws off that girl if I minded?"
     Harry started to protest, and then stopped and let out a hearty
laugh.  "Well, honey, I'll say this ... I haven't had very much luck with
that in the past."
     "Well then," she said, again forcing her face into an approving
smile.  "I guess that settles it."
     Kate watched as Harry laughed again, and took another drink of his
bourbon.  She didn't really mind the fact that he was chronically
unfaithful to her, but she didn't understand why he always had to be sure
she knew about it.
     She looked again up to the bow of the boat, and tried to imagine what
Lynn Shaffer and her husband would look like, twisted and contorted into a
passionate and writhing embrace.  Her eyes watered momentarily, and she
removed a bit of mascara which had lodged in the corner of one eye.
     Lynn didn't use much made-up, Kate thought to herself, as she wiped
the mascara from her finger onto the deck, but what the hell.  Some women
didn't need it, while others ...  She looked away, bothered by the fact
that she knew she herself was one of the women who did need make-up,
needed it to hide the growing traces of wear and care that had begun to
encroach upon her face the last few years.  She tried to ignore the slight
twinge of concern that invaded her thoughts, but could not.  She knew in
her heart that it was only a matter of time before Harry woke up one
morning to discover that his lovely wife was beginning to fade around the
edges.  She knew as well, that the only thing which kept Harry tied to her
was her looks, and her willingness to overlook his frequent amorous
adventures.
     What the hell, she thought, you can't expect a good thing to last
forever.  She had long ago decided to profit as much as she could from her
marriage to Harry Johnson as long as it lasted, and she managed to do just
that.  She had decided to put up with his cruises, and had even begun to
enjoy participating in the orgies that took place at least once a month.
Hell, it was fun, and it postponed the inevitable day when Harry would
decide to trade in his present wife on a newer, younger model.  Someone
like Lynn Shaffer perhaps.
     She glanced at Lynn's sleeping form, and decided she was going to
enjoy this cruise.  She knew exactly what lay in store for the luscious
creature whose husband had let her stray too far from the nest.  She had
seen it all happen before, and she knew she was going to enjoy seeing this
innocent young bitch get just what was coming to her.  She gave an audible
laugh.
     "What's funny, baby?" Harry asked, turning to her.
     "Oh, nothing really," Kate said.  "I was just wondering what Mark
Shaffer would say if he knew the plans you have for his lovely young
bride."  She turned to him.  "Do you think Shaffer knows anything about
that business deal of yours?"
     Harry laughed, and finished the last watery drops remaining in his
glass.
     "No, honey, he doesn't suspect a thing.  How can he?  I had to pay
through the nose to get that information."  He gave his wife a kiss, and
added, "But it was worth every penny.  I'd like to see Shaffer's face when
I sell his property to the city for triple what it cost me."
     "What does the city want it for, anyway?"  Kate queried.
     "Hell, I don't know," Harry said.  "Some kind of big municipal
complex, offices and courthouses and that kind of thing.  What do I care,
as long as they're going to buy it?  And they're going to buy it, I've
made sure of that."  Harry was an expert at finding the right palms to
grease.  "Don't worry, Mark Shaffer has no idea his property is worth that
much."



                                Chapter 4

     He gave his wife a resounding and painful slap on the upper surface
of her thigh, felt the soft flesh give with his blow, and thought again of
the pair of firm, slender thighs belonging to Lynn Shaffer.
     "I'm talking about business, honey.  Why don't you go below aft white
I attend to a little pleasure?"
     Kate stood up, rubbing the reddened place on her thigh where he had
slapped her.  She followed his gaze up to the bow of the boat.
     "I just hope you hurt her as much as you hurt me," she complained.
     "Whew, what a tiger!" Harry laughed, as he handed her his empty
glass.  "Take this with you when you go."
     Kate took the glass, and turned, climbing out of the cockpit, made
her way to the aft cabin, where she disappeared, unsmiling, down the
companionway.
     Harry watched her go.  She was a good woman, he decided, and the best
lay he'd ever had.  That's why he'd married her, and that's why he'd
stayed married to her for so long.  But he couldn't stay faithful to one
woman no matter how he tried.  Not that he ever had tried.  His attention
returned to the problem at hand.  Lynn lay on her stomach now, awake,
gazing forward as the Vera cut her way through the calm seas.  Harry
couldn't take his eyes off the voluptuous curve of her spine as it arched
in perfect symmetry up from her small, rounded buttocks, and disappeared
enticingly under her long blonde hair.
     Damn, he thought to himself, it would be so much nicer if she'd
cooperate.  But then he smiled, as he remembered some of the best fucks
he'd ever had had come only after a pitched battle.  Well, maybe he'd have
to use the old "Uncle Harry" ploy, as he liked to call it.  He'd have to
have that bastard Hans' help, but he'd done that before, and the Dutchman
knew just what was expected of him.  Let Hans molest the girl just a
little, and then the only person she could turn to would be old "Uncle
Harry".  And "Uncle Harry" was a past master at manipulating a sobbing
girl's relief in having someone to talk to in a receptive state of sexual
arousal.  It wasn't the best way to get at a woman, but sometimes it was
the only way.  He decided that in Lynn's case, because she didn't even
recognize any sexual advance short of rape, it was the only way.
     Harry stood up, and walked back to where his burly captain was
sitting lazily with one hand on the wheel.  Harry knew he'd have to be
careful how he handled him.
     "I'm getting tired of waiting, Hans," he said, taking over the wheel
at the same time.
     "Waiting for what, Mr. Johnson?" Hans asked, though he knew very well
what Johnson was tired of waiting for, and realized simultaneously that
this cruise was going to be one of the good ones.
     "Lynn Shaffer," stated Harry simply, and waited for Hans to make the
next move.
     "Oh yeah, right," said Hans, unable to keep from wetting his lips
lewdly with a quickly darting tongue.  "Well, Mr. Johnson, sir, it sure
would be a shame to pass this one up."
     "I don't have any intention of passing her up, Hans, and you know it.
I'm just trying to decide on the best way to go about it."
     Hans sneered inwardly at Harry's obvious discomfort in having to ask
another man to do his advance work for him.
     "Well sir," he said, "I could always warm her up a little, you know,
knock her around some so she'd have to come running to you for help."
     "No, not knock her around.  You couldn't hurt her, you know that.
But do you remember how you warmed up that little redheaded model from
Miami, what was her name?"
     "Kathy," Hans said.  "Yeah, I remember her.  And Lily, and Jo, and
Shirley."
     "That's right, Kathy.  Well, I want you to work this one the same
way.  Get her down below, I'll take the wheel for a while.  Give her a few
drinks, and then just throw a little scare into her."
     "Yessir, Mr. Johnson, I know exactly what you mean."
     "But don't overdo it, Hans, you hear me?  Just shake her up a little
bit."
     Hans looked Harry in the eye, and smiled obediently.
     "Mr. Johnson, you don't have to worry about me, I know what I'm
doing."
     "All right, go on then.  But just remember what I said."
     Hans nodded as he leaned down to pick up his T-shirt from the deck
beside him.
     Yessir, Mr. Johnson, I'll remember what you said.  I'll remember all
the time I'm fucking the living shit out of the hot little bitch.  Hans
climbed out of the cockpit, trying to keep himself calm, trying to keep
control of a great, lewd grin that threatened to twist his swarthy face
into some kind of obscene Halloween mask.
     He leaned over the side, scooped up a handful of seawater, and let
its freshness turn his features into those of an efficient, polite, and
almost humble servant.
     "Excuse me, Mrs. Shaffer?"
     Lynn twisted around quickly from her stomach around onto her elbow,
and threw a frightened look up at Hans' obsequious face.
     "Oh, my ... you startled me."
     "Oh, I'm sorry about that Mrs. Shaffer.  I didn't mean to scare you."
Hans smiled almost sweetly.
     "No, no," Lynn said quickly, sitting up.  "You didn't scare me, I
just ..."  Her voice trailed off as she stared at the giant figure looming
above her, half silhouetted by the late afternoon sun.
     "Well, I'm sorry to have startled you then.  Mr. Johnson asked me to
take you down to the bar, and see if we couldn't get you fixed up with a
little something."
     "How kind of him.  And of you, too, of course.  I'd like that very
much."  Lynn took the hand Hans offered her, and was surprised at the ease
with which he raised her from her sitting position.  "Just let me get my
robe and things."
     Hans watched as the young woman bent to the deck, allowing her firmly
rounded breasts to drop down as far as her bikini top would permit.  His
cock was already beginning to come to life, its first tentative hardening
pushing insistently at the zipper of his jeans.  If she saw that ...
     "I tell you what, Mrs. Shaffer?  I'll go below and crack some ice
..."
     "No, I'm done, I'm ready."  Lynn gathered up her suntan lotion,
towel, and the books she'd been reading earlier, and then struggled to get
her robe over one shoulder where it had fallen off.
     "Here Ma'am, let me help you with that."  Hans bent down over Lynn's
tiny figure, and drew the robe up over her voluptuous shoulder, letting
his hand run ever so lightly across the smooth, tanned flesh.
     "Thank you," said Lynn, gathering her things up inside her towel.  "I
think I'm ready now."
     Hans smiled, and led the way back along the rail to the main
companionway, which led to the large cabin midships.  He didn't look at
Harry as he passed, but he knew Harry was looking at him.
     "Thank you very much, Mr. Johnson," Lynn said, "I didn't know it was
already happy hour."
     "For the last time, Lynn, the name is Harry,"  and he smiled warmly.
     "Oh, I'm sorry ... Harry ... I forgot."
     "Don't worry about it.  Go on down below, and let Hans take care of
you."
     "That sounds good," Lynn replied.  "I'll be right back."
     Harry watched as his bookkeeper's beautiful body disappeared down the
companionway.  He looked at his watch, smiled to himself, and swung the
Vera onto a southwest heading.

From grobert@soho.ios.com Tue Sep 03 16:23:53 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: SedWife 2/8  "The Seduced Young Wife"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Tue, 03 Sep 1996 06:23:53 -0800

     "What can I get for you," Hans asked, when they'd both reached
Johnson's well stocked bar.
     "Oh, I don't know.  Something cool."
     "How about a gin and tonic?"
     "That's fine." Lynn set her towel-wrapped bundle on the table and
looked around the cabin, amazed as always by the luxuriousness of the
furnishings, and the amount of money those furnishings must have cost.  "I
can't get over what a beautiful boat this is," she said, in an effort to
break the curiously charged silence that surrounded them.
     "Yeah, it is that." Hans mumbled.
     Lynn waited for him to add something to his remark, and when he
didn't ...
     "How long have you worked for Harry ... for Mr. Johnson I mean."
     "A couple of years."
     Again Lynn waited, and again the muscled seaman didn't elaborate.
She looked around the cabin again, and then back at Hans.  It seemed to
her that he was taking an unusually long time over a gin and tonic.  She
felt vaguely uneasy in his presence, vaguely threatened by his massive
body, and the way his eyes never left her, even though he wasn't saying
anything.  She searched for some topic of conversation just to last until
she had her drink and could go topside again.
     "Uhh ... I bet I can guess your astrology sign."
     Hans looked at her.  He saw her discomfort, and reveled in it.
     "Go ahead and guess."
     "Uhh ... Taurus."
     "Wrong."
     "Scorpio?"
     "Sorry."
     "I give up, what is it?" Lynn asked wishing she'd never brought it
up.
     "Virgo."  Hans' lips pronounced the syllables slowly, like an obscene
challenge.
     "Oh, I really can't believe that," Lynn giggled uncomfortably.  Hans
didn't laugh.  He remained staring at her suggestively.  "My, that gin and
tonic is sure taking a long time," she said nervously.  "Remind me not to
have you bartend my next party."  She forced a very weak laugh.
     Hans paid no attention to the hint.
     "Are you interested in astrology?" he asked.
     "Oh, yes," Lynn replied uneasily, "Yes, I certainly am.  Aren't you?"
     "Sure."  Hans was enjoying himself, watching this small helpless girl
so obviously intimidated by his overpowering manliness.  "I've got a book
about it I think you'd really like."
     "Oh, do you really?" said Lynn lamely, wanting only to escape the
suffocating cabin and get back up into the refreshing sea breeze.  "Well,
I'd certainly love to see it some time."
     "I'll get it for you," Hans said, making his way through the main
cabin to the door of the fo'c'sle, his cabin.
     "Oh no," Lynn said quickly, "Please don't go to any trouble."
     "No trouble at all.  Come on."  Hans opened the door to his cabin and
stood to one side.  "I don't think you've seen this part of this beautiful
boat."
     Lynn hesitated.  She had no desire to be alone with this powerful man
in his own cabin.  Hans came back to her, handed her her drink, and forced
onto his face as much innocence as he could muster.
     "What's the matter?  Is something wrong?"
     "Oh no, of course not," Lynn blurted out.  She felt ridiculous.  Why
was she so frightened of men?  Nothing could happen to her for God's sake,
not here on the boat.  Other women would be pleased and flattered by Hans'
obvious interest in them.  What's the matter with me, she wondered.  I'm
not a little kid.  Once this thought had crossed her mind, there was no
return.  She had to accept the challenge.  "Nothing's the matter.  I'd
love to see the book."
     A chill of excitement sped down Hans' spine as Lynn capitulated, and
centered with a quivering tingle in his loins.  He knew he had won, and he
knew nothing was going to stop the inevitable from happening.  Not
Johnson's warning not to overdo it, not Lynn's own screaming
protestations, not even Neptune himself could stop him now from fucking
her tight little cunt and exploding his cum up inside it with all the
force of his powerfully surging body.
     He breathed in the sweet scent of Lynn's voluptuous form as she
brushed past him and stepped into his cabin.  She walked the four steps to
the end of the small space, and turned to him expectantly.  Hans felt his
huge cock seem to jump out at her all at once, as if it were trying to
span those four steps between them in a single bound.  He quickly turned
to close the door after him, and felt pain as his massively pulsating
penis began swelling faster than it ever had before, jerking upwards
frantically, desperately searching for the tight, wet young vagina which
would softly enfold its huge head and churning, writhing, twisting, suck
it dry of its full load of searing, white hot sperm.
     Hans tried to control his breathing.  His chest was heaving now, and
trying to stop it only made it worse.  There was an unbelievable throbbing
ache reaching out of his loins, grabbing his chest and twisting it
mercilessly into a small tight knot.  His legs began to quiver with the
knowledge that they would soon be heaving between the sensuous young
beauty's hotly sweating thighs.
     Lynn was discomforted by the fact that Hans remained with his back to
her.  "Is anything the matter?" she asked.
     "No ..."  Hans' voice squeaked as his throat suddenly contracted,
choking off his breath.  He cleared his throat, and desperately tried to
bring his body under control.  He couldn't.  There was no time for playing
around, no time for games, no time to try to ease into it.  Hans turned
the key in the lock of the door with a click that resounded through the
cabin.  And there was complete silence except for Hans' heavy, desperate
breathing.
     A shiver of paralyzing fear ran through Lynn's body as she realized
what the captain was planning to do.  This is crazy, she thought wildly.
What is he ... He must be crazy.  And all of a sudden Lynn knew that Hans
was crazy.  Crazy with desire, crazy with a terrible lust which threatened
to destroy everything that stood between it and the consummation of its
fearful passions.  Lynn turned to ice as she realized that the only thing
which stood in the way of the Dutchman's lust for satisfaction, was her
own, helpless, defenseless body.
     "Hans!" Lynn cried, trying to control the unreasoning fear in her
voice.  "What are you doing?"
     The captain turned to her slowly, his face a mask of tortured desire.
"What am I doing?" he echoed, taking the key and forcing it into the
pocket of his jeans, which were stretched tight across his desperately
struggling cock.  "I'm just locking the barn door, before the cows get
out.  I'm just locking one door, and opening another."
     Lynn watched in horror as Hans' hand moved slowly down to the zipper
of his jeans and fumbled with the clasp.
     "Oh, NOOOO ..."  The trapped young wife backed away, the first tears
of fright beginning to course unnoticed down her terrified face.
     "That's it, cry a little for me, baby," Hans leered.  "Why don't you
try a little scream while you're at it.  They'll never hear you up on
deck."
     Lynn knew that Hans was right.  With the noises of the Vera's motor
and the sea ...  She watched in horrified fascination as the powerful
sailor finally freed the clasp of his zipper, and slowly pulled it
downwards, exposing first a few wiry male pubic hairs, and then the
ungodly bulge of his massively throbbing flesh and then ... Hans' lone,
eagerly jerking cock sprang powerfully from its prison and stood straight
out from his loins, growing all the time in size, swelling until Lynn
though it would burst.  The only thing she could think in her hysterical
state was that the Dutchman wasn't wearing any underwear.  Hans' giant,
throbbing column jutted out through the zipper of his jeans like a spear,
and Lynn felt the point already at her throat.  He began to step toward
her.
     "No ... Hans ... please ... don't do this ..." and suddenly the
realization hit her like a shot, that Hans was going to do it, was going
to shove that huge penis of his deep into her small, unwilling cunt, and
she knew it would kill her.
     She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out, and in those
split seconds Hans crossed the short distance between them, and covered
Lynn's small mouth with his own, engulfing it, devouring it.  His arms
shot out and scooped her to him, his hands biting into her arms and his
mouth wrenching hers in a deep, brutal kiss.
     Lynn strained against him, but he only wrapped her closer and began
fucking his wetly swirling tongue deeply into her mouth, while his hands
now bit through the material of her robe and dug into the soft flesh of
her buttocks and back, pushing her cringing body powerfully into his
hardening genitals.
     Hans explored every ridge and hollow of the helpless young
housewife's velvet, wetly caverned mouth.  He held her straining and taut,
every muscle tensed to rigidity, his hands and arms holding her prisoner,
breasts squeezed deliciously against his powerful chest, one thigh worming
between her legs until her reluctantly cringing young cunt was pressed
hard up against him.  She tried desperately to move her head, and Hans
caught her skull in one hand and jerked her mouth under his again, deeper
and harder.
     Her small size made Lynn no match for this huge brute who held her so
easily.  His strength was just too much for her, and there was no way to
break his hold.  Instinct told her to go limp.  Perhaps she could fool
him, make him think he had hurt her, maybe then he would stop this brutal
attack.  Then she knew it was no use.  Hans could kill her, and through
his maddened lust he wouldn't even realize it.
     His hands were coursing over her now, smoothing down over her softly
rounded buttocks and cupping her small, tender breasts.  Suddenly one of
his hands reached around her back, and tore the catch on her bikini bra.
His hand snaked under the flimsy top, and teased her nipple to instant
hardness, and the warmth of that unexpected sensation stole through her
veins and bloodstream.  Unconsciously, she sucked the probing tongue in
her mouth of her own volition, and felt the ripples of pleasure chase down
through her loins and breasts and belly.
     "Oh yes, baby, you like it ... you pretend you don't but you like
it."  Hans' mouth had left hers and was now working its way down her neck
and under her chin.  She felt his hands peeling off her robe, fumbling
with it, trying to get it off her arms.  Now, her brain screamed, now is
the time.  She gathered all her strength and tried to tear herself from
his grasp.  She was free momentarily, then he reached out and caught her
by the wrist, spinning her back into his bunk as though she were a toy
doll.
     "Now, you don't want to leave poor old Hansie here alone, do you?
Then he'd only have himself to play with, and that's not as good as
playing with you, baby, no it isn't."
     "Oh God," she whimpered, watching as the husky sea captain unbuttoned
the top button of his jeans, letting them fall off him and exposing the
full power of his naked loins.  He stood before her licentiously naked,
his thick hard cock lancing out from his body, throbbing with expectancy.
She stared unbelievingly as he dropped his hand to it and with a lewd
grin, began to stroke the heavy, uncircumcised foreskin back and forth
over the purplish, bulbous head.
     "That's something, right baby?" Hans leered, reveling obviously in
the shameful torment he was subjecting her to.  "Well, just wait until I
slip it into that little old cunt of yours, then you'll really appreciate
it."
     "Stop it!  STOP IT!" she shouted at him.  But he didn't stop ... only
continued to grin at her as she lay as if glued to the hard bunk,
watching, hypnotized by his stroking of the rigid fleshy shaft with his
hand ... the unbelievable thickness of it caused her subconscious to reel
... He's going to kill me with it, my God ...
     The lust crazed sailor started toward her.  "D-Don't come near me.
Don't come ... Please?"
     "You want to take off that little bathing suit, baby, or would you
like me to help you?"
     Lynn lay there completely immobilized, frozen into semi-shock.  She
lay unmoving, as Hans' rough hands eased the panties of her bikini slowly,
so slowly off her hips, over her thighs, his hands trailing gently along
the inside of her legs.  She felt a chill go up her spine.  She moaned
unknowingly with pleasure.
     "That's right baby.  You just take it easy while old Hansie gets you
ready for the biggest fucking of your life."
     Lynn was dimly conscious of his eager hands moving over her entire
body, sending tingles through her skin like fire, hardening her nipples,
and making the hidden cave of her cunt moist.
     "Christ, you're a luscious sight to behold!" he gasped, pulling her
up against his lust-excited nakedness, crushing her small breasts flat to
his powerful chest, his hands cupping the round full moons of her buttocks
and hauling her close until his hard jerking shaft burrowed tightly into
the smooth flesh of her belly.
     "Oh baby, you're going to be a good one ... yes you are ... Oh, baby,
I'm just going to fuck that little pink cunt of yours to death ... just
going to flip you on your back and throw those beautiful legs up over your
head ... and stuff this cock up that soft white belly 'til you can taste
it."
     "Oh God ..." Lynn moaned almost incoherently, her face resting on his
shoulder, suddenly unable to comprehend the erotic excitement his obscene
description was arousing in her.  "Oh please God no ..."
     The helpless young wife felt the bunk give slightly as Hans' powerful
body moved up and over her.  She quickly tried to close her legs, but
Hans' knee was there first.  No, this can't be happening to me!
     "Why don't you just spread those beautiful little legs of yours,
honey, and let old Hansie come home?  He's got a great big cock here
that's dying to squeeze itself into some little nest."
     "No Hans ... please God ... Don't ... Please!"
     "Spread 'em, damn it!" he snarled, and reluctantly she opened her
legs, exposing the glistening mouth of her cunt to his mercy.  The captain
lifted his other leg, and planted himself commandingly above her
unwillingly spread cuntal lips.  He placed his palms flat against the
inside of her smoothly rounded thighs, his thumbs resting on the
glistening pink folds of her cunt.  Slowly, he drew the gently pulsating
lips apart, exposing the moist coral flesh to his gaze.  Slightly, almost
imperceptibly, he drew his finger along the ridge of her tiny clitoris,
and Lynn moaned in undesired rapture.
     "Oh, that is pretty.  That is just too pretty to resist."  The huge
sailor lowered his powerful bulk down on top of her, covering her small
body with his massiveness.  She moaned beneath his depraved attack.  He
held her tightly imprisoned with the weight of his strong, sinuous body,
her head rolling back and forth wildly, while his hand sought his aching
cock and ran the swollen head lightly along the moist, tender lips of her
cunt, working it up and down briefly to part the sparse, soft, pubic hair,
and then with a cry of delight thrusting it forward against the tight,
cringing mouth of her reluctant cunt.
     For one split second Lynn thought it wouldn't fit, that it would
split her belly apart, and then she knew he was in her, the huge bulbous
cock-head slipping wetly up inside her with a rush that left her gasping
for breath.  "Aaaaaagggghhhhh!"
     The helpless young girl kicked her legs out frantically in a futile
attempt at relief, but the move only served to sink his expanding shaft of
male-flesh still deeper into her traitorously yielding cunt.  Brutally,
his stone-hard cock bored up into her unwilling belly, expanding the moist
walls until she was certain her thighs would split apart from the
unrelenting pressure ... then, his pelvis smacked resoundingly against her
own, and she felt his sperm-bloated balls dangling heavily between the
upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched buttocks.
     "God ... please ... stop!" Lynn cried out in pain.
     But the sex-crazed captain didn't stop.  He didn't give her a moment
to adjust to his sudden invasion deep inside her womb.  He immediately
started fucking her like a wild bull.  She gaped helplessly up at his
lust-contorted face, searching for what lay behind that mask as he
hammered inhumanly in and out of her.  Then, all at once, her senses
veered away from the searing pain of his brutal pounding, and centered on
the tingling sensation that was slowly beginning to build up in the depths
of her ravaged vagina.
     Lynn drew her knees up so as to have better leverage to screw her
cock-stretched cunt up against the tickling wiriness of his thick pubic
hair.  As she arched her hips up, Hans withdrew his long blood-engorged
shaft from her womb, stopping only when the swollen head remained inside.
She lifted her lewdly skewered loins up to him for fear he might take it
all the way out, but he pushed instead, forward again into the depths of
her wetly seeping passage.  She could feel the rubbery flesh-tip parting
the walls of her heated cunt as it slid up inside her, and her grasping
vagina closed tightly on the huge monster, the nerves lining the wall
transmitting every part of its throbbing form to her brain.  She hung
suspended now on every moment of his long in-stroke, feeling pleasure
rather than pain, and when his pelvis pressed into her now only receptive
cunt, she felt the twin sacs of his balls slapping lightly against her
voluntarily spread buttocks.  The sensation was wonderful, and Lynn opened
her legs out as wide as she could to make the next plunge even deeper.
     Hans pulled back with his hips to withdraw his lust-excited cock, and
as he slammed into her clasping vagina with a faster motion, his balls
slapped hard against her tiny puckered anus.
     "AAAAAHHHHHH!" she shrieked from the fantastic sensations chasing
themselves up and down her spine, each one vying for attention.
     The sailor's heavy balls were stirring with the building pressure of
sperm deep inside them, and Lynn could feel the life throbbing in them as
they hung down against her naked buttocks.  The driving motion of his
long, thick penis sent ripples of ever-increasing intensity through every
part of her passion-aroused body, and she took up the rhythm with him,
arching her hips up as she drove forward on the in-stroke, and pulling
back as he retreated.
     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.



                                Chapter 5

     "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,

From grobert@soho.ios.com Tue Sep 03 16:24:09 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: SedWife 3/8  "The Seduced Young Wife"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Tue, 03 Sep 1996 06:24:09 -0800

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.



                                Chapter 6

     Harry Johnson stood up, threw his half-finished cigarette over the
side, and tried to stretch away the stiffness the cool morning air had let
invade his muscular body.  The horizon was just beginning to be visible, a
very faint, almost indiscernible difference in color between sea and sky.
The sun was still almost thirty minutes away, but already a faint glow
could be seen in the east, giving the promise of another beautiful
Caribbean day.  Probably another hot one, Harry thought to himself, but
that's the best kind.
     He was in good spirits.  The Vera had had absolutely no problems on
her maiden voyage, which he knew was unusual for any boat.  The morning
air caused his body to tingle with the excitement of the impending day,
and the light and steady wind circled in disturbed streams around his
standing figure, cleansing it, freeing it of any and all cares.  All
cares, that is, except one.  Lynn Shaffer.
     Harry was slightly worried about Lynn, but only slightly.  She had
seemed very disturbed last night when she'd gone to bed, and he hoped Hans
had not overdone the job he was supposed to do.  Of course, Harry had no
idea what had really happened between his captain and the lovely young
blonde in the fo'c'sle, nor did he realize that Lynn had also been
disturbed by the sight of Kate and himself fucking away on the bunk in the
main cabin the night before.  His thoughts centered not on the past, but
on the future; with only 12 or so hours left until they reached Nassau, he
knew he would have to act fast.  As his mind imagined the sensuous,
undulating body of Lynn Shaffer, Harry felt his cock quiver in
anticipation.
     He had been planning to go to her cabin the night before, to comfort
her, of course.  And then to comfort her more, of course, and in more
explicit ways.  But he'd been kept busy the whole damn night by his wife,
who'd teased and pleased his thoughts away from anything else besides her
own, deliciously seductive body.  Oh hell, Harry grinned to himself,
satiated for the time being, there is no way I'm going to leave for one
minute when Kate's really in heat.
     But it was now a new day, and every new day brought new challenges,
and Harry's new challenge of the day was Lynn Shaffer.  He made himself a
vow, raising his hand comically in a mock oath to the still absent sun,
that before this day was over, he would have Lynn Shaffer's tight little
pussy pinned up in his trophy case with all the others.  He grinned
lewdly, some strange connection being drawn in his mind between the locks
of hair which Indians hung on their belts to signify their prowess, and
the locks of hair he himself had taken, though admittedly in a somewhat
less violent way.
     "Good morning, Harry."
     Johnson turned quickly, and even a little guiltily, as his thoughts
of Lynn Shaffer's small, susceptible body were interrupted by the voice of
Lynn herself.
     "Oh, good morning, Lynn!  I didn't see you come up."
     "I came up the aft companionway." Lynn stretched her arms to the
lessening darkness above her head, and her mouth opened in an
uncontrollable yawn.
     "Oh my ..." she said, trying ineffectually to stop the yawn with one
tiny hand.
     "Still tired?" Harry asked, smiling.
     "I guess I must be a little bit." Lynn admitted.  "I couldn't seem to
get to sleep last night."
     "Well, it's only 5 o'clock, you can still catch forty winks."
     "Oh no, I came up to catch the sunrise.  I can never get back to
sleep after I've gotten up anyway."
     Harry smiled at her, trying to keep his eyes from boring under the
robe she was wearing, trying to imagine if she was wearing anything under
that robe.
     Lynn turned away and glanced towards the east, to where the sky was
paling now, spreading just the hint of pastel along half the horizon.  She
breathed deeply, trying to let the cool air relieve her small muscles of
the tension that had kept her awake all night.  Luckily Harry had had the
watch this morning.  She had waited until Hans had gone to his cabin at 4
a.m. before she had felt safe enough to come on deck.  And even then she
waited, trying to resolve the conflict which had been torturing her the
entire night.  She had finally made up her mind to confide in Harry, to
explain to him that while she wanted no publicity to cause him any
embarrassment, she felt that Hans should be punished for the brutal rape
he had made upon her.  She'd also decided, though, that she would leave
the matter in his hands, and that he could use his own good judgment as to
what to do.  In this way, Lynn felt sure she would avoid any ill feeling
on his part, any antagonism which might have repercussions on her
husband's business deal.  She had no idea, of course, that no amount of
scandal could persuade Harry to pass up the deal he was getting on Mark's
car lot, to pass up the opportunity of selling that choice bit of real
estate to the city for triple what it was going to cost him.
     Lynn turned to Harry, and found him sitting by the wheel, his eyes
upon her.  He smiled gently at her, and she took this as an invitation to
rid herself of the worry that had threatened to drive her crazy the last
12 hours.  Surely this kind man would be able to help her, to take the
awful burden of decision from her small, helpless shoulders.
     "Harry, I'd like to talk with you about something," she started
hesitantly, and then turned away, unable to find the right tack upon which
to begin.
     Harry's eyes never left her.  He knew instinctively that his "Uncle
Harry" ploy had worked again, and that this distraught, delicious, young
girl was going to come to him for comfort.  A chill ran dot his spine as
he imagined how the conversation would go, and he dismissed the
inconvenience of his having to stand watch imposed on the situation,
knowing full well that nothing could stop him from the sexual feast that
awaited him now.
     "What is it, Lynn?" Harry said, somehow managing to hide his lewd
thoughts behind a mask of concern.  "Is something the matter?"
     The voluptuous bookkeeper didn't answer, couldn't answer now as the
shame and humiliation of that afternoon in Hans' cabin rushed back again
through her mind with paralyzing force.  She shook her head, trying to
fend off the tears she knew were going to come any second, trying to
maintain some semblance of control over her emotions.  Finally, she let
herself go, sinking on the seat across the cockpit from Harry, letting the
tears stream down her cheeks with unashamed vigor.  She had wanted to be
rational, collected, when she talked with Harry, and now ... maybe she was
just a little kid like Mark said ... maybe she couldn't take care of
herself ... maybe ...
     "Lynn?  Hey, listen, what's the matter," said Harry, barely able to
hide the sexual arousal he was beginning to feel as he watched Lynn's
defenses crumble before him like the conquered battlements of some
medieval castle.  "What's wrong?"
     Harry stood up, and flicked the small lever that locked the wheel
onto its present course.  He quickly crossed to his helpless employee, and
sat on the seat next to her.  He shivered from the closeness of her tiny
body, and barely stifled a moan as he glanced quickly down into the "vee"
of her robe, and saw that her delicately rounded breasts were unprotected
by a brassiere of any kind.  They heaved with enticing jerks as Lynn tried
to control her sobbing, and it was all Harry could do not to reach out and
cup one of them softly in his powerful hand.
     Instead, he put his hands tentatively on Lynn's shoulders, and felt
through her robe as she started slightly.  He kept his voice soothing, and
reassuring, as he quickly began to widen his advantage.
     "Lynn, there must be something very wrong for you to be this upset.
Why don't you just dry your eyes ... come on, here's a handkerchief ...
that's it ... that's a good girl ... now why don't you just tell me what
it is that's bothering you so much."
     Lynn hesitated, still wracked by the waning spasms of her weeping,
and remained with her back to her powerful boss.
     "Oh, Mr. Johnson ... Harry ... I don't know.  I mean I do know ...
but I don't know how to tell you." Lynn felt the sobs coming again, and
was again powerless to stop them.
     "Come on there ... hey now ... come on now ..." Harry crooned, his
hands beginning to run reassuring rhythms along the fleshy upper parts of
her two slender arms.  All at once, Harry was surprised to find Lynn in
his arms, cradled against his powerful chest like a daughter snuggling
into her father's protective embrace, and even he didn't know how she had
gotten there.  His dormant cock stirred instantly at the unbearably
tantalizing sensations caused by Lynn's long blonde hair against his chin
and neck.  Immediately, Harry's arms enfolded her, which reassured the
unaware young woman, and excited Harry himself tremendously.
     "That's all right ... calm down now ... take it easy." His voice sang
a soothing lullaby, and his hands and arms pressed into Lynn's soft,
pliable young body with increasing fervor.
     Gradually, Lynn felt the sobbing ebb, felt her mind again asserting
itself.  She also felt Harry's arms around her, giving her a warm, little-
girl feeling, felt his chest moving as he breathed, felt his words
coursing over her in waves of comfort.  She closed her eyes, letting the
tension drain out of her, trying to isolate and understand the vague
sensations running along her bones and skin.  She attributed them to the
relaxation that overcame her supple body now, and they began to center
unhindered in the soft inner reaches of her moist pink cunt.
     "Harry, I've got to tell you something ... and I hope you won't be
too upset."
     "That's all right Lynn, dear, you just rest quiet for a while, and
then tell me all about it later."
     Lynn surrendered herself to the suggestions of this warm,
understanding man.  She lay a few moments more with her head against
Harry's muscular chest, and let her mind go wherever it wanted.  Her mind
seemed to be able to concentrate on nothing besides the soothing, father-
like caresses Harry was sending like gifts to her keyed-up body.  She
sighed softly with pleasure, happy now that she had found someone to talk
to ... to trust.  The tingling of her loins became a low, quiet, sensation
of pleasure which permeated her entire body, enveloping her in a blissful
feeling of well-being.  And then she gradually became aware that she was
beginning to feel more, much more.
     The aroused young woman quickly extricated herself from the confining
hold of the powerful man beside her, and brushed her disheveled hair back
into some semblance of order.
     "Harry, I've got to tell you this ... I've got to tell you something
about Hans."
     Harry kept his right arm carelessly touching Lynn's shoulder, while
his left hand began to pat her knee and lower thigh in a fatherly way.
     "Lynn, do you feel up to talking about it now?"
     The voluptuous young housewife tried to say that she was indeed up to

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Subject: SedWife 4/8  "The Seduced Young Wife"
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Date: Tue, 03 Sep 1996 06:24:28 -0800

it, but nothing came out.  She was aware only of the hand on her flesh,
not patting now, but gently, almost imperceptibly, massaging.  A shudder
ran up her spine, caused by the pressure on her smooth, perfectly formed
thigh, and also by the manly scent emanating from the nearness of Harry's
conditioned body.  She sensed, rather than felt, the excitement that was
coursing through Harry's body.  Then glanced surreptitiously down at him,
and gasped under her breath as she saw the bulge in his pants that could
only be caused by one thing, a rock-hard cock straining to free itself.
     The robe-clad woman stiffened slightly, and tried to move away from
the caresses of her boss.  But Harry held her easily with his right hand,
and his left sank suggestively a little lower on the inside of her thigh
while his eyes held hers with their gaze.
     "Lynn, you're a beautiful girl, and I hate to see you upset.  I hate
to see you crying like you were just now.  I wish I could do something to
help, to calm you down, to help you relax.  Do you think I could?  Do you
think I could do that?  Help you relax ... relax ... and calm down?  Could
I do that ... Hmmmmm?"
     Lynn was transfixed as she stared into Harry's hypnotizing eyes.  She
felt his hand up between her trembling thighs now, kneading them, stroking
them, threatening to turn the slumbering fires in her loins to raging
storms.  She now felt trembles of pleasure surge through her body, up in
between her ivory-hued breasts, and down again to the quivering walls of
her clasping, grasping, vagina.  But she could do nothing.  She couldn't
open her mouth.  Her surprise at again finding herself involved sexually
with a man not her husband, and again not being able to ignore the
incredibly pleasurable throbbing, froze her mind to everything but the
physical sensations now streaming in to her consciousness.
     Suddenly, Harry's right hand moved quickly around and turned Lynn's
delicate face to him.  She gasped with the force of his move, and as her
mouth opened he covered it with his own, forcing his swiftly darting
tongue deep into her resisting cavity.  She desperately tried to free
herself, and then as quickly, thrust herself into his arms, lancing her
own tongue at his, and encircling it in the darkness of her frantically
moving mouth.
     Harry gasped with surprise at the unexpected response from his
aroused young bookkeeper, and then flexed his hands into the softness of
her flesh.  She moaned in pleasure, and Harry's hands moved over her body,
along the narrowness of her waist, over the voluptuously rounded curve of
her hips and into the naked hardness of her cuntal valley below.  She
clutched his hand as his fingers gathered the folds of her robe and he
reached to touch the crease of her hot loins.
     "No, Harry, my God, what am I doing?"  Lynn cried, suddenly coming to
her senses.  "Stop!  No!  Please!"
     Harry didn't answer, simply freed his hand from her grasp, and began
brushing his fingers lightly over the moistening lips of her shivering
vagina.
     "Aaaahhh!" Lynn sighed, beginning to lose all control over her
actions, beginning to forget her resolve, her pride, even her husband, as
her mind became attuned to one thing, and one thing only: the blistering
heat generated by the expertly moving hands of her passion-aroused host.
     "Does that feel good, Lynn dear?" Harry panted, "Do you want me to
keep on?"
     "Oh God, yes ... yes ..." Lynn managed to get out.  She was a totally
aroused female now, straining with desire after only a few minutes of
sexual manipulation.  She was tortured now with the effort, not of trying
to impose her reason on the mindless passion that was overcoming her, but
trying to keep that reason at bay, trying to keep it away long enough so
that her body might be satisfied sexually.
     "Do you want me to go on, baby?" Harry asked, drawing his hand out
from underneath her parted robe.
     "Yes ... please ... yes ..." the luscious young blonde moaned.
     "Then you're going to have to do something for me first." With a
groan, Harry shifted himself on the seat, and unzipped the zipper on his
bulging pants.  "Now, go on dear, take out my cock."
     An undesired shudder of sensual excitement quivered through the young
girl at his command, yet she couldn't do as he asked.  She fought the pin-
pricks of sensation which rose up through her belly.  "No, please ..."
     Once again Harry reached over for her, well aware of the hopeless
battle raging within his aroused young guest.  He slid his hand under her
robe and along the soft, warm flesh of her inner thigh and she merely
moaned, no longer trying to stop him.
     With thumb and forefinger he spread the fleshy lips of golden pubic
hair lining the outside of her moist, pink cunt.  Lynn sat back, holding
her breath, still unable to offer more than token resistance to his hands
coursing over her body.  The exquisite feeling of air rushing over the
rising bud of her clitoris rippled through her now jelly-like muscles and
out into the nipples of her excitedly heaving breasts, destroying all
feeling of debasement, humiliation, or anything else but the delightful
pleasures building within her.  The straining thighs relaxed and parted
loosely as she turned toward Harry with a low, surrendering moan, as if
her mind were separate from her body.
     Her hand moved across his pants and slid inside his open fly and
clasped his heavy, thick cock.  And to her horrified amazement, she found
that her fingers, of their own volition, were pushing his jockey shorts
aside and bringing the hard, fleshy rod out of its prison, out until it
stood up menacingly and erect, her long fingers wrapping themselves
lovingly around it.
     "Ahhh, that's it, baby," Harry grunted.  He undid his belt and top
trouser button, and allowed Lynn to slide his pants down, and then his
shorts.  Now he was sitting nakedly displayed on the cockpit seat.  In
spite of her revulsion, something made Lynn caress and stroke his
throbbing cock, manipulating the long foreskin up and down over the angry
red coronal rim.  She slid her hand down the hotly throbbing shaft to its
base and then below, to cup and squeeze his sperm-bloated testicles
reverently, cradling them with inherent affection, then trailing back up
to pinch at the beautifully formed rod of aching male-flesh with tiny,
nipping pressures.
     Her hips ground of their own volition hotly down against the seat and
she heard her own purring, animal-like sounds emitting painfully from
between her passion-clenched teeth.  She couldn't believe it!  Yet, it was
happening to her, by her ... What is wrong with me? she thought
confusedly.  I can't stop myself ... I want to touch his penis!  I have to
touch it ... ooooh, God!
     Harry sat back, not touching her now, luxuriating in the submission
that had fully overtaken the girl.  She was kissing his neck, his cheek,
his ears and eyes and lips, her hot, wet, little tongue licking at him
wildly ... not knowing or caring any longer what spell had come over her,
her glazed mind filled only with the credo of his magnificent cock.
     Harry was mesmerized with the breathtaking loveliness of the young
blonde.  Her firm, sleek body was an entrancing combination of swelling
breasts and thighs, and he gaped at the velvet-like, honey-covered silken
down that she was exploring gently with her fingers now, the junction of
her slightly spread thighs.  The thin, pink, hair-lined slit running the
full length of her openly spread cunt caused his mouth to water, and his
tongue flicked over his lips in keen anticipation as he watched the glassy
expression in her eyes.
     "Get down between my legs," Harry ordered, watching her small young
breasts dance and her lush, rounded buttocks sway as she crawled on all
fours to his command, her beautiful long blonde tresses pouring down over
her shoulders like a cascading, golden waterfall.  "Now lick my cock,
baby.  Put my cock in your mouth and suck ..."
     And she did, even though this was one of the things she had never
done to a man before; making him cum with her hand was one thing -- but
kissing a man on his penis was something only perverts did, only sick
people!  But I must be sick ... I can't help myself ... I want to suck his
cock, just like he wants ... Dear God ...
     Lynn lavished Harry's quivering shaft before her with her warm, wet
tongue, brushing and grazing from its base along its blood-thickened
underside up to its lust-hardened cock-head, sucking, playing, kissing
with long hungry strokes ... then back down to its base and to the black-
haired pubic growth and then lower, down around the distended, bloated sac
of his testicles, hot from their load of sperm.  Ohhh, I love it!  I love
it!
     Her first taste of pungent male spice instigated wild tremors of
delight in her young body, and she uncontrollably balanced herself on one
arm while she reached back with her other and slowly, tenderly felt her
breasts and nipples, belly and thighs.  Ohhh ... Lynn was wild with
frenzy, her stomach and vagina churning now with a spasming need that she
had never dreamed existed and which was driving her to the point of
orgasmic madness.  God ... she loved this!  Quickly she trailed her tongue
back over Harry's hair-covered balls and along the heavily throbbing shaft
to its lewdly bobbing head, and with a tiny groan, slipped her lips wetly
down over it.  God!  She wanted to suck his thick male sperm down into her
throat and belly!
     She began to suck and lick in earnest now, and though a small shudder
of revulsion at what she was allowing herself to do passed through her
momentarily, she realized that the exquisite deliciousness of Harry's cock
was too much to resist.  She felt the wiry hair of his loins rub against
her with every thrust, and as greater sensations of abandoned ecstasy grew
to burn her vagina still hotter, nothing mattered but the sweet agony of
the lewd desires which rippled through her almost-naked flesh.
     Dear God!  This isn't happening! her mind kept repeating over and
over, but she knew it was, and the pungent odors of Harry's lust-engorged
cock slithering in and out of her lips stung her flared nostrils and she
began to insanely run her tongue faster over his hotly pulsating shaft and
bulging cock-head.  She may be sick, she thought crazily, but she didn't
want this to stop!  Her cunt contracted involuntarily as the lascivious
thought raced out of control through her passion-fogged mind.
     "Now, baby," Harry hissed down at her, "beg for it."
     "Mmmmmm," Lynn mewled, her mouth still ovalled tautly around his
throbbing hardness.  "Ohhh, yes ... yes ..."  Her words were muffled and
indistinct, but deeply felt, for all control of her body was gone.
     "Beg me to cum in your mouth, baby," he commanded, continuing to
grind his cock into her wet quivering throat.
     "Ohhh, yes ... cum in my mouth!" she babbled, the thought of her own
lips spewing out those lewd desires for the first time in her life sending
new lascivious thrills racing through her.
     Harry Johnson felt the softness of her tongue swirling around the
apex of his penis and flicking magically all around his shaft, and he
flexed his buttocks, watching the girl's honey-blonde head bob crazily up
and down as she worked her mouth around his still swelling, hammering
cock.  It was a masterful sight, he thought, watching it, though he
wondered why she didn't choke.  Great whirls of heat were building in the
sac of his testicles, and he could see tiny rivulets of perspiration
rolling in thin droplets from the side of Lynn's firm, white-skinned body.
     "Suck me, baby, suck me harder!"
     In a wild, maniacal need for fulfillment, Lynn sucked his lust-
hardened penis like a wanton whore, and the thickly pummeling instrument
disappeared in strange, lengthening fusion with her face as Harry drove
upward with hollowing buttocks, sinking his penis far up into the
tormented young housewife's open mouth until his pubic hair brushed the
tip of her nose.  His sperm-bloated balls danced lewdly beneath, slapping
in unison with his thrusts hard against her upraised chin.  Then, his
climax rolling out of his balls like a thunder-cloud out of the sky, Harry
suddenly jerked his cock from her roundly sucking lips, holding his huge,
red glans about two inches away from her ovalled mouth.
     "Oh, no Harry ... please, I want it!  I must have it!" pleaded the
stricken girl, groaning with the agonizing and overpowering fire of her
unfulfilled lust fanning out of control in her pulsating cunt, and tried
to pull him to her, her mouth gaping at his wildly jumping cock.
     But before she could close her widely open lips over his cock again,
it began to spew hot, sticky cum directly into the searching cavern of her
mouth, and the thick, quick spurts streamed lewdly from the dancing tip
filling her waiting mouth to the brim.  She swallowed voraciously, trying
not to lose a drop of the hot, lust-inciting fluid, rapidly attempting to
keep up with the wildly ejaculating cock squirting its load of lewd male
cum into her face.  Harry throbbed out the last of his cock's stream of
semen, and then a thin string of sticky white fluid ran from its blunt
head to her glistening wet lips as Lynn desperately moved forward to take
the deflating shaft between her closed lips.
     And then Harry leaned back, gasping contentedly.  "Ahhh," he
murmured.  "Not bad, not bad."
     "Ohhhh," Lynn mewled.  She had almost been ready to cum when she felt
Harry's hot sperm spewing deep in her mouth and throat in great, gushing
torrents and the way it billowed heat in her stomach when she was
swallowing the white, burning ejaculations -- but she was still just
seconds away.
     "Oh, Harry ... please ... I need ... please ..." she moaned
incoherently.
     Harry looked down on her and smiled at her through his satiation.
There would be other times, he thought, and it was better not to satisfy
her completely in the beginning.
     "Oh, Lynn, dear, I'm sorry ... I just can't.  I'm exhausted."  He
smiled, knowing he could empty his loaded cock into her cunt five times
before he would even begin to feel it.
     Lynn squirmed on the deck in her frustration, and then abruptly stood
up, gathering her robe around her.  Hysterically, she made her way
tripping out of the cockpit, aware of Harry's eyes on her, aware now of
the shame of what she had done, unable to keep the unendurable pangs of
humiliation from stabbing their way like razor knives into the tortured
recesses of her mind.
     And then she saw a movement, halfway up the deck.  She froze in
panic, nothing in her mind now except fear, the overwhelming fear of
having done something incredibly wrong, and having been discovered at it.
     For what she thought she'd seen, what she hoped above all hope that
she hadn't seen, was the furtive figure of Hans Piemmel, the captain of
the Vera, disappearing down the fore companionway with the unmistakable
outline of a camera in his hand.



                                Chapter 7

     Hans Piemmel had gone to bed as soon as Harry relieved him from the
watch, and had fallen asleep immediately.  But only an hour later he woke,
prodded to consciousness by his sailor's ear, an ear that listened to his
ship, the wind, and the sea, even while he slept.  He lay quietly for a
minute, trying to isolate the one sound which had waked him from all the
others filtering into the darkness of his cabin.
     Unable to decide what had disturbed him, he did not go back to sleep,
as so many landlubbers would, but immediately rose and pulled on his tight
blue jeans, and reached for the flashlight lying by his bed.  A man could
never turn his back on the sea, even while he slept, and the burly captain
of the Vera had stayed alive many times because he followed through on
what had only been intuition.  Perhaps what had waked him had only been
the faint tapping of some sixth sense on the sleep-fogged panes of his
mind, but Hans knew better than to ignore that tapping.
     Padding softly up the fore companionway on his bare feet, his ears
attuned to the whispering night, Hans slid back the hatch cover, and
raised his head into the rapidly lifting darkness.  The motor sounded
fine, no problem there, and the weather was holding clear and calm.  Hans
listened a while, and almost decided he'd answered a false alarm, when he
heard the faint but unmistakable sounds of a woman moaning.  Stepping up
the companionway ladder two more steps, he peered into the early morning
light, over the raised deckhouse, back into the cockpit.
     What he saw there caused a lewd grin to flit momentarily across his
face, and his insatiable cock to stir hungrily against the zipper of his
jeans.  What he saw was Harry Johnson leaning lazily back against the side
of the cockpit, and the familiar form of Lynn Shaffer, propped on one arm,
between his legs on the floor of the cockpit, one hand wrapped lovingly
around the base of Harry's massive cock, her mouth and darting tongue
tickling the bulbous head insanely.  Hans' grin was wiped off his face and
replaced by a look of cunning calculation.  Quickly, and silently, he
descended the ladder, retraced his steps to his bunk, and reached
underneath to pull out his faded duffel bag.  Tearing the drawstrings
apart, he searched inside until he found the leather case containing his
camera and film, and quickly began to load his most light sensitive film
into the camera.  He could only work with available light, so the pictures
wouldn't be great, but the sky was beginning to lighten up considerably
and if he waited he might miss his chance completely.  Besides, the
pictures didn't have to be that good.  The threat of having good pictures
was enough.
     Coming stealthily up on deck, Hans crawled forward until only his
head showed over the deckhouse.  He managed to squeeze off five shots on a
slight time exposure before Harry began spurting his burning hot seed into
the young woman's eagerly waiting mouth.  Hans' vicarious excitement in
witnessing this scene was cut short as Lynn suddenly stood up, and quickly
began to make her way toward the front of the boat.  Hans spun around,
hurried on his knees to the open hatch cover, and twisted his body down
into it.  He paused slightly, allowing Lynn to notice him, and then
disappeared down the hatch, holding his right arm above his head as he
descended so that Lynn could not mistake the object he held in his hand
for anything but a camera.  Once below, he sauntered to his cabin, and
grinned with satisfaction as he flopped down on his bunk.  His lips formed
around a slight, off-key whistle, and his hands worked to remove the
exposed film from its container.
     Above, Lynn remained as if rooted to the spot where she stood.  Her
mind jumped crazily and abruptly from the frustration and shame she had
just been through in the cockpit with Harry, and settled with fearful
finality on this new development: Hans had been taking pictures while she
and Harry ...
     Oh no, what do I do now?  For one split second Lynn had a vision of
herself in hell, tormented by unseen demons, unable to take a single step
without raising from her path hideous forms that tore at her naked body
and ran their slathering tongues over her smooth pink flesh, leering at
her with smoldering eyes and toothless gums.  She turned hysterically back
to the cockpit, and was confronted with the spectacle of Harry stuffing
his huge, deflated penis into his pants.  She stared at his massive cock
as though it had become a living creature that threatened her with
annihilation, that was capable of ripping her body apart at the slightest
whim.  Again she whirled, moving forward quickly on the boat, desperately
trying to find some escape from this floating, pitching, circle of hell.
But there was none.  She rushed across the deck, trying blindly to make
her way aft, but smashed her shin against the teak wall of the deckhouse
and sank to the deck, whimpering softly, clutching her battered shin in
both hands, utterly defeated.
     Her downfall was complete, she thought, as the hysterical core of her
mind was gradually haloed by a desperate lucidity.  Not only had she been
the victim of some ungodly metamorphosis aboard the Vera, from saint to
sinner, but that transition had been recorded and filed on film, to be
used ... how?  Again, Lynn could not escape the only possible conclusion:
Hans was going to show those pictures to her husband, Mark.  And what
would Mark do?  Lynn shuddered.  What would any man do if he saw his wife
willingly sucking another man's cock?
     There was only one way out of her predicament, Lynn knew.  She had to
get those pictures from Hans at whatever cost; and to destroy them.  She
stood up, flexing the pain out of her shin, and walked with surprising
determination to the forward companionway, which led down into the
darkness of the main cabin below.  She was less frightened now, her
hysteria cooled by sobering necessity.  Unhesitatingly, she lowered her
small, luscious body into the darkness below.
     Hans had just finished unloading his camera, when he heard her
knocking with surprising force on the door of his cabin.  Sooner than I
thought, he said to himself, an evil grin spreading across his face.  He
rose, walked over to the door, but had to step back as Lynn threw it open,
and stepped into the cabin.  Her small, delicious breasts were heaving up
and down from the intensity of her emotions, and she was clearly unaware
that she stood in front of her tormentor clad only in the half-open robe
she'd been wearing upstairs.
     "Good evening, Mrs. Shaffer, Ma'am," Hans said mockingly.  "Is there
something I can do for you?"
     Lynn hesitated, intimidated by the tone of his voice.  Her confusion
and fear returned to her, constricting her throat to the extent that she
could only manage an affirmative nod.  She pulled her flimsy robe over her
lusciously inviting body, but knew she couldn't hide its voluptuous curves
and hidden recesses from the piercing eye of the sailor's imagination.
     "Well now," Hans said, reveling in the discomfort his look caused her
as it stripped the unsubstantial piece of terrycloth from her quivering
body, "speak up.  Don't tell me I have to stand here and guess?"
     Gathering the robe even closer to her, Lynn managed to force a
whisper from her paralyzed throat.
     "That camera ..."
     "You'll have to speak up, baby.  I'm a little hard of hearing." Hans
was having a great time.
     "You had a camera ..." Lynn's voice could scarcely be heard, and it
trailed off into silence.
     Hans paused, and then went back to sit on the edge of his bunk.
     "Yes, I did.  As a matter of fact, I did," he grinned.  "I was just
trying to get some shots of the sun rising.  Didn't get any though.  Got
up on deck a little too early.  Too bad.  Had to settle for just a few
scenic shots ... you know, waves and birds, and that kind of thing?"
     "You mean you didn't ... I mean ... did you ...?" Lynn faltered,
confused, almost half-believing his little joke.  Her hope was short-
lived.
     "... get a few shots of you?  Yeah, as a matter of fact, I did.  Only
I couldn't see you too well, 'cause Harry's knee seemed to keep getting in
the way.  Still, I think you'll like 'em.  They really make a statement.
Very exciting photographs -- I, for one, really think they ought to be
published."
     Lynn's blood turned to ice as her suspicions were proven true, and
her voice assumed an abjectly pleading tone.
     "Hans, please, you've got to give me those pictures ... please."
     "Give 'em to you.  What do you mean?  If we sell 'em, to the right
people that is, we'll both make a lot of money, don't you see?  These
pictures could be very profitable for both of us."
     "Stop it!" Lynn screamed, unable to take any more of his cuteness,
"Stop playing with me!  I've got to have those pictures!"
     Hans' face suddenly hardened, and a fire slowly began to kindle
itself in his eyes.
     "All right, baby, I'll give you the pictures ..."
     Lynn couldn't believe her ears.  She started to say something, but he
stopped her.
     "... but you can't expect me to give up my share in the profit we
were going to make off 'em, can you now?"
     "But, I can't ..." Lynn stuttered, "I don't have any money."
     "I'm not talking about money, baby," he retorted, "money will come
later.  What I'm talking about is something a little different."
     Lynn gasped as she read his meaning in the lust-excited pupils of his
cruel eyes.  Ah God, she thought to herself, he can't mean ... I can't.
Not again.  Her thoughts forced themselves into her throat, and she heard
herself saying, "No ... I won't ... you can't do this ..."
     "But I can baby," Hans sneered, "Don't you realize I can do anything
I want with you now?  All I've got to do is show these pictures to Mark
Shaffer, and you've lost yourself a husband."
     "No, Mark wouldn't ... he would understand.  He could never believe
that I would ..."
     "Not even with the evidence right in front of him?" the sadistic
sailor interrupted.
     "No ... never ... he wouldn't ..."
     "All right, honey, then try this one on for size." Hans stood up, and
walked over to her.  "I understand your husband and Harry Johnson have a
little business deal cooking, that right?  Never mind answering, I know
it's right.  Well, let me ask you a question.  What if I went to Harry
Johnson, and said I wanted some money for these pictures?" Hans smiled as
Lynn turned her delicate body away from his, and saw that she did not
follow what he was saying.  "Let me put it this way.  There are two people
in those pictures, baby, not just you.  Well suppose I went to that other
person, Harry Johnson, and said that you, and me, and your little husband
had all decided we needed a little money.  And then, suppose I told him we
had decided to work together."  Hans smiled sadistically as Lynn turned
slowly to him, her face tortured by the sudden realization of what he was
saying.  "And then suppose I told him we decided to plant you between his
legs, so we could take some nice little pictures of the two of you
together."
     "No!" Lynn screamed.  "You couldn't!  You wouldn't!"
     "Yes, baby I could and I would." Hans' voice hardened again, and he
reached out and spun Lynn's frail body into his powerful manliness.
Grasping her shoulders with his huge hands, he lifted her almost off the
floor, and held her close to his vicious, twisted face.  "You are my
property now, baby, and I can do anything I want to with you.  'Cause if
you don't go along with everything I say, I will show those pictures to
Johnson, and say you were in on it, and then you can kiss that little
business deal good-bye!"
     Lynn's mind rebelled hopelessly at what he was saying, but she knew
he was right.  He held an absolute control over her now, and there was
absolutely nothing she could to about it.  She went limp in his arms
knowing that she was totally defeated, knowing that her shame was
complete, and that from this moment on she would be living in a hell
governed by the mad, sex-crazed sailor who held her so close.  Her head
dropped, and she did not even offer the slightest resistance as Hans
Piemmel lifted her easily from the floor and deposited her in the same
bunk where he had taken her so cruelly the first time.
     She didn't protest as he peeled the robe from her impassive
shoulders, but stared with glazed eyes at the ceiling above her head,
knowing that whatever might come, there was no use fighting it.  She had
lost all her weapons the minute Hans' camera had caught her performing
fellatio on Harry Johnson, and she lay defenseless now before the
impending assault by the sadistic captain of the Vera.  This was her last
chance, she vaguely thought, and perhaps she could plead with him now.
Maybe he would understand.  She looked away, staring out the porthole into
the coming morning, and realized that this was a futile hope.  Nothing
could stop the brutal seaman from exploiting her now.  Then, suddenly, his
lips pressed tightly against the naked flesh of her belly, causing her to
squirm and almost faint with shocked surprise.
     The sudden wet contact sent a chill of undesired excitement racing up
the length of Lynn's spine.  Her eyes glazed over as he dropped his lips
down to the swelling mound of her pussy, spreading the softly curling
pubic hair with his thumbs and flicking his tongue slowly into the moistly
flowering slit of her vagina.  Oh God!  Lynn moaned and jumped at the
touch of his tongue against the tiny hard bud of her clitoris.  She
watched with fearful eyes as he stood and stared at her soft blonde pussy-
hair and the wide, throbbing lips of her openly splayed pussy.  They
seemed to beg for him, to call out to be touched more and be kissed, and
the hardness of his penis ached and made him quiver as he dug into her
thighs fiercely with his fingers.  Then he slithered forward, up upon the
wanton slit between the girl's trembling thighs, down to where his face
was just above her vaginal flesh.  In shocked realization, Lynn saw what
the sailor was going to do to her, and she sucked in her breath in horror.
     "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

From grobert@soho.ios.com Tue Sep 03 16:24:44 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: SedWife 5/8  "The Seduced Young Wife"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Tue, 03 Sep 1996 06:24:44 -0800

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.
     The helpless young housewife's body was lost in the fire of the
moment.  Every muscle was tensed as she strained her hips upward toward
that maddening probe between her legs and she felt wave after wave of
goose bumps rippling over her quivering belly and full heaving breasts as
the man's head rocked up and down in greedy feasting between her legs.
Her lips ovalled and moaned in helpless delight before his attack, and
suddenly, in spite of all her resolutions and self-recriminations of
earlier in the day, Lynn felt her body completely leaving her control.
Her buttocks jerked back involuntarily as the darting tongue sent helpless
spasms of mind-shattering sensation coursing through her raw nerves.
     Suddenly Hans pulled his head up from between Lynn's legs and stared
up at the lovely woman with obscene and glittering eyes.  "You want me to
fuck you now, baby?"
     Lynn moved her hips against the bunk, her entire body throbbing and
quivering in anticipation, and yes ... yes she wanted Hans' giant cock
deep within her, pulsating with abandonment; she had no morals, no pride
... no reality.  Her body reacted with lewd abandon, and she obscenely
begged with the foul words she knew he wanted to hear.  "Ohhhhh, yes,
Hans, fuck me ... fuck me ... suck me!"
     Quickly Hans stripped himself of his blue jeans, and threw them to
the floor and Lynn gasped as she saw his incredibly massive cock jutting
out like a leaning tower from his powerful loins.  She had forgotten how
huge it was.
     Lynn reached out with quivering hands and grasped his jerking penis.
She teased his purplish shaft of male-flesh as he poised it over her
gaping saliva-drenched cunt.  Then Hans strained downward, and Lynn
received his immense, steel-hard rod up into her hungrily trembling
vagina, letting it slip past her wetly petaled pussy-lips, driving it with
abandoned ease deep up into her naked belly.
     "Ahhhhh," the young blonde sighed rapturously as the captain began to
pound her loins mercilessly, his sperm-inflated balls slapping hard
against her anus where only moments before his middle finger had been and
his mouth had licked and his tongue had flicked.  Lynn cried out again
from sheer pleasure, and she raised her legs upward to receive even more
of his thundering cock.  His angry red penis slipped smoothly in and out,
his throbbing testicles threatening to burst from his imminent climax,
from the increasing need to squirt his burning cum into this receptively
open cunt.
     Lynn slid her hands down his gleaming, heaving thighs and rested
momentarily on his sinewy white buttocks, then her fingers spread and
pulled him toward her gluttonously, while below, her cunt flowered wide in
spasming acceptance.  It swallowed the whole of his wildly plunging cock
with surging desire, and small, piteous pleas of passionate supplication
rolled from her fevered lips.  She ground faster and faster, groaning and
moaning desperately, demonically coupling with the lust-filled sailor with
a fury unequaled by anything she had ever done, and she couldn't stand any
more!  She gave a high, unearthly squeal and her loins jerked upwards
against the tightly clasped penis sunk deep in her salaciously demanding
pussy.
     " Oh God!  Oh God!  I'm cuuummmmiiinnngggg!"
     Hans Piemmel hammered further, feeling Lynn's vaginal walls contract
and seep the warm fluids of her beginning orgasm.  She rose up from the
bed and pressed against his pubic hair, rotating with renewed fire.  Then
he felt the hot white sperm in his scrotum bubble up and then he was lost
in the incredible force of his powerful ejaculation which sprayed the
insides of her pussy, filling her as full as he had the afternoon before.
The rich milk spurted, and the white overflow cascaded from the wide-split
hole of Lynn's wildly spasming cunt.
     They lay still for a few moments, the contorting of their bodies
gradually subsiding.  Then Hans rolled off her with a groan, and pulled
himself to a sitting position on the bed beside her.
     "Well, baby, did you like that?"
     Lynn moaned, and turned her face to the wall to avoid his penetrating
gaze.  Her mind was frozen into two black and white, conflicting,
polarized feelings: The incredible exhilaration in the aftermath of her
passion, and the accompanying depth of despair.  She was powerless now to
have any influence on the course of her life, and she knew it.  Whatever
happened to her from now on, she knew, would be the result of external
forces and not her own will.  She was utterly and completely defeated.
     How had it happened?  She didn't know and she didn't care.  Her only
thought now, lying beside the man who had just manipulated her into
mindless ecstasy, was of leaves, autumn leaves, brown and fragile, swept
crackling along by an unknowing, uncaring wind.



                                Chapter 8

     Mark Shaffer settled back comfortably into the plush first-class seat
on the Nassau-bound turbo-prop, and smiled contentedly.  His fingers
curled lazily around the drink resting on the pull-out table in front of
him, and his thoughts turned pleasurably to the events of the last few
days.
     His meeting in Miami had gone off better than expected.  He had hoped
to get away to Nassau in three or four days, but here he was, already on
his way.  George Stewart was a man who didn't like to waste time, and Mark
appreciated that.  Stewart was the aging head of Marina's most successful
chain of drive-in movie theatres, and Mark had gone to see him on a tip
that the old man was interested in selling out and retiring from the
business game.  The tip had turned out to be right, and Mark had turned
out to be very lucky.
     Mark looked out the airplane's window, down to where the azure blue
of the Caribbean stretched its clear water northwards toward the Atlantic.
The plane was too high to distinguish anything on the surface except the
glittering reflection of the sun, spreading its rays like liquid gold on
the flat, unending surface.  Turning his head away from the window, Mark
thought again of the deal he'd made with the drive-in owner.
     He'd made a good impression on George Stewart, he knew that.  Maybe
that had been the reason he'd gotten such a good deal.  Stewart had even
arranged, with a banker friend of his, to smooth the way for Mark's
getting a loan to cover the balance of the sale price he couldn't raise
himself.  The only problem that stood in his way now was the sale of his
car lot to Harry Johnson.  He needed that money desperately to meet the
down payment on the movie chain.  But there was no reason to think that
Johnson would back out.  Mark smiled confidently.  There was no stopping
him now.  He didn't look on this new enterprise as anything permanent, and
he wasn't at all interested in spending the rest of his life overseeing
the exhibition of old Doris Day movies and second-rate skin flicks.  This
movie business was only a stepping stone, only a way-station on the road
to Mark's ultimate success.  What form that success would take, Mark
wasn't quite sure.  He was only sure that it would happen, and nothing,
and nobody, would stand in the way of his ambitions.
     "Miss? ..."  Mark caught the attention of the young stewardess, held
up his empty glass, and asked, "How about another one of these?"
     "Sir, I'm sorry, I'm afraid we're only allowed to serve two drinks
per passenger ..."
     "Oh, honey, please, I'm celebrating." Mark's face took on the look of
half-innocence, half-suggestiveness, that he'd cultivated to handle just
this kind of situation.
     "Well," said the stewardess, hesitating, "I'm really not supposed
to."
     "I promise I won't tell a soul," Mark whispered conspiratorially,
grinning his thanks up at her as though she had already capitulated.
     "I'll see what I can do."  The young girl smiled warmly, and turned
to make her way along the aisle.  Mark watched her slender hips as they
brushed past the aisle seats, and thought lovingly of his own beautiful
wife.
     God, he'd missed her these past few days.  It wasn't as though he had
never been away before, he had, sometimes for a week or more.  But Lynn on
those occasions had always remained home, safe and secure.  Now it was as
though he was the one who'd stayed home, while she left to go live it up
on a beautiful sea-cruise.  What the hell, he thought to himself, it's
good for her.  She doesn't get out enough as it is.  Mark hoped she hadn't
done anything to upset Harry Johnson while she'd been on his boat, and if
there was anything he was worried about now, it was that somehow,
inexplicably, his deal with Harry would fall through in these last few
days.  But it wasn't a large worry.  Mark knew that his wife was charming
in social situations, and he'd never known a man to escape the magic of
her "little girl" personality.  He could already see her surprised face
when he showed up in Nassau a day early.
     "You're a doll," Mark took his new drink thankfully from the
returning stewardess, and set it on the table in front of him.  Handing
the empty glass to her, he smiled and said, "Remind me to promote you to
chief stewardess."
     "I am chief stewardess," the lovely girl retorted, laughingly,
"That's why you got the drink."
     Mark again smiled his thanks as she left him, and then turned his
thoughts once again to his wife.  He hoped she'd been having fun, and that
she'd overcome her innate shyness.  That was her only weakness, and it
wasn't even really a weakness, Mark thought.  Sometimes she was just a
little cold when men began to pay attention to her.  Mark had explained to
her that there was nothing harmful in returning some of that flirtation;
after all, it was nothing but harmless fun.  Nobody really ever meant
anything by it, it was just a game people played with each other to amuse
themselves.  Lynn had never really been able to catch on, though, and Mark
hoped that on the cruise with Johnson she'd been able to loosen up a bit.
     He settled back again into his seat, and took a long sip of his
drink.  He was looking forward to the next few days, to seeing his wife,
and even more to finalizing his deal with Harry.  And as he closed his
eyes in relaxation, it was not thoughts of Lynn that occupied his mind,
but visions of an undefined and yet very real future, furnished with all
the elegance and prestige his imagination could supply.
     Mark smiled as his body and dreams continued separately towards
Nassau, each speeding through the stratosphere at 475 miles per hour.

                               *    *    *

     "Lynn, come on out here.  I want to talk to you."
     Harry Johnson waited, but heard no response from the locked cabin
where Lynn had cloistered herself the last few hours of their voyage.
They had arrived in Nassau, right on schedule, and were now moored
securely to the main quay of the municipal wharf.  Harry and Kate, and
even Hans, had tried their luck in persuading Lynn to come out of her
cabin, but none of them had had any luck.  She had told them all,
forcefully, to go away and leave her alone.  Harry had sent Hans and his
wife into town to take care of the hotel reservations and the refueling of
the Vera, remaining behind himself to try to talk some sense into his
apparently hysterical guest.  Up until now, he had had no success.
     "Lynn, dear, it's not going to do any good to sit in there and
brood."  Harry said gently, "Why don't you come on out and talk this thing
over reasonably like a mature adult."
     Again, no sound issued from the locked doors and Harry cast his mind
about for some suitable lure.  Then his face brightened cruelly, and he
tried his one, infallible, trump card.
     "Lynn, you're upsetting me terribly.  Perhaps you'd just like to get
on a plane and fly back to Florida.  Would you like that?"
     He smiled as he heard an affirmative moan from somewhere behind the
door.
     "Well, certainly, if that's what you want, go right ahead.  No one
here will stop you.  But there is one thing I think you ought to know
before you do that.  Are you listening, dear?  There is one unfortunate
thing that would result from your leaving.  I'm afraid I would be terribly
offended.  Yes, terribly offended."
     His mouth twisted with sadistic pleasure as he imagined the reaction
of what he was going to say would have on the trembling young woman
inside.  "What I am trying to say, Lynn, is that I am not a man who can
separate my business life from my home life.  And do you know what that
means?  That means that if I am offended at you dear, as I certainly would
be if you left our little cruise prematurely, then I would feel compelled
to be offended with your husband as well.  Marriage is a unity, don't you
agree?  And I certainly couldn't be offended with you without including
your husband, could I?  Can you hear me, Lynn?  Do you understand what I'm
saying?"
     For the first time, Lynn's voice was audible from behind the locked
door, though her voice was blurred by tears and a frightening suspicion of
his meaning.
     "No, I don't know what you are talking about.  Please ... go away."
     "Well then I'll tell you what I am talking about." Harry's voice was
edged now with impatience, and irritation.  "You get out here and quit
pouting in there, or my little business deal with your husband is off.  Do
you understand that?"
     "But why ... what does that have to do ..."
     "It doesn't have a goddamn thing to do with it.  I'm funny that way.
But I'm also serious.  Either you start taking an active part in our
little cruise, or when your husband gets here, he is going to find his
miserable car lot is still his miserable car lot.  And I don't think he'll
be very pleased about that, do you?  Especially when I tell him it's your
fault I've decided to retract my offer."
     "You wouldn't ..."
     "I would, baby, I would.  Now I'll be waiting in the main cabin, and
I'll be waiting for you.  Don't make me wait too long."
     Harry grinned as he heard a fresh burst of sobbing from the closed
cabin.  There was no doubt in his mind that he'd convinced her to stop
playing hard to get, even though he had used a bluff.  There was no
question that he would buy Mark's lot and then sell it to the city, but
the poor, hysterical woman who lay crying in her cabin didn't know that.

                               *    *    *

     Another person who didn't know that was Mark Shaffer, who was
standing in line at customs in Nassau eagerly anticipating the surprise on
everyone's faces when he showed up unexpectedly a day early.
     Coming through customs, Mark made his way to the cab stand in front
of the airline terminal.  He grabbed one of the attendants, and asked
where a boat would dock if it were coming into Nassau from Florida.  Mark
had only been given the address of the hotel, but he wanted to see first
whether or not the boat had even docked.  The attendant replied that all
foreign boats had to pass through customs first, and to do that, they all
had to tie up at the municipal pier.  Mark felt like walking, and it was a
beautiful day, so he asked directions, and then set off towards the
harbor.
     Soon, he could see the pin cushion of masts sticking up into the sky,
and he turned down a side road that led to the wharf.  He smiled, and
began to whistle an enthusiastic, if somewhat off-key, tune.  It was a
great day, he was about to make a great business deal, and he was on his
way to meet his great wife.  What more could he ask for?

                               *    *    *

     Harry Johnson glanced at the shaking woman across from him, decided
that she was only good for maybe one more go, and then decided she'd still
come across with more than he'd expected the first day of their voyage.
What more could he ask for?
     "Lynn, dear, you seem a little upset," he said, in a monstrous
understatement.
     The small, voluptuous woman's delicious shoulders heaved with the
intensity of her inner struggle.  She knew that Harry meant what he had
said, about not buying Mark's car lot, and she knew that if he didn't, it
would be her fault.  She couldn't let that happen.  Her mind searched
desperately for some solution, but ran headlong every time into the
complete hopelessness of her situation.  And then, the sheer impossibility
of escape, the recognition that her back was up against a wall, made her
turn in helpless rage against her tormentor.
     "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 ...!
     Mark stared down at the erotic sight of this young girl's
enchantingly naked pussy ... this girl whom he loved.  Within him, a
conglomeration of rage and lust commanded as he hungrily drank of the
warm, white voluptuousness of her body bent lewdly before him.  He slid
his hands up the soft inner flesh of her satin-smooth thighs to the hair-
sprinkled lips of her cunt and stared at the moist, pink separation,
tracing its thin, damp slit with his middle finger upward between the
cream-white mounds of her firm full buttocks to the hairless, puckered
hole of her anus.  Her blood-inflamed cunt-lips quivered excitedly to his
touch, while her tantalizingly rounded ass-cheeks trembled and began to
rotate in gyrating want.
     Bitch!  Mark thought in his mounting, confused desire.  Beautiful,
wanton, deceiving bitch!  He was going to give her something that he
should have long ago ... something she'd never forget as long as she
lived!  He gaped at the tight little ring of hairless flesh exposed
helplessly before his manfully throbbing cock, while sounds came to his
ears of his business competitor groaning from the bewitching entrancement
she had sucked him to.  Mark realized the agony his wife was going to
suffer and hesitated momentarily.  Christ, was this the way ...?  Then, he
remembered his own feelings as he'd reached that cabin hatch.  He
straightened up on his knees bitterly.

From grobert@soho.ios.com Tue Sep 03 16:25:00 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: SedWife 6/8  "The Seduced Young Wife"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Tue, 03 Sep 1996 06:25:00 -0800

     Damn you, Lynn ... you're going to pay the penalty ...!
     He plunged his middle finger into her moist cunt and watched her hips
and buttocks jerk from the erotic intrusion.  Then, he pulled out and
smeared the damp, viscid moisture from her cuntal mouth up over the
crinkled, tight little aperture of her rectum.  He did it several times
before wetting the head of his pulsing cock between her obscenely
displayed vaginal lips, finally nuzzling it up tightly against her snug
little anus.
     Lynn heard his almost salacious laugh and tried to associate it with
Hans.  Her brow furrowed at the unexpected sensations his antics were
causing between her wide-spread buttocks as she continued to suck Harry
Johnson's lust-hardened cock in her mouth ...
     Suddenly, she felt hands clutching harshly at her hips, holding her
vise-like, his pelvis thrusting forward in an unbelievably agonizing
stretching of her tiny anus!  Her breath caught in her throat as the
vicious spasm of pain became so unbearable that she writhed and half-
screamed around Harry's rigid cock in her mouth, straining and waggling
her buttocks to get free of the wickedly torturous cock reaming into her
defenselessly trapped anus!
     "Aaaauuuuggghhhh!  D-dear God!  Stop it, Hans!  What are you trying
to do to me ...?"  Lynn wailed, jerking her head upright away from Harry's
throbbing shaft of flesh and twisting to look back in angered pain at the
other man ...
     But it wasn't Hans that she saw!  It was a naked man kneeling up
behind her and clutching at her soft-fleshed hips ... it was her husband!
It was Mark!  My God ... Mark ... !
     "That snapped you out of your weird little sucking trance, didn't it,
Lynn?" Mark spat mercilessly.
     "Oh God ... dear, dear God!" Lynn moaned in both pain and shame, the
latter the more profound torment at the moment, even though his thickly
gorged penis, partially burrowed into her cringing ass-hole, convinced her
that he was going to split her wide open.  "Oh please, Mark ... you're
killing me!  My God ... I'm sorry ... I didn't want to ... I couldn't help
myself ...!  Please, I beg you ... take it out ...!"
     Mark laughed mirthlessly and Lynn felt his strong fingers gouging
into the tender white flesh of her hips.  He continued to hold her in the
obscenely subjugated position and her every move only seemed to help drive
the thick rod of solid male-flesh deeper and deeper up into her nakedly
resisting back passage.
     "Oh ... oh God!" Lynn moaned as she held Harry's cock tight in her
mouth, unfathomable sensations of love, pain and lust racing insanely
through her ... until suddenly she heard herself gasp back at Mark.  "Do
it!  Go on ... do it!  Do everything ... everything you want to me!  I
deserve to be treated like the whore that I am ...!"
     Mark had no intentions of stopping; nothing could have kept him from
the debasing act he was about to commit on his own wife.  Damn, if any
woman ever deserved chastisement that she could understand she did ... and
he could think of nothing more degrading or humiliating than sodomizing
her.
     He stared down at her white obscenely bent body, the absurdity of the
spectacle they must make with his thick cock protruding from her ass-hole,
firing his lust in a suddenly unexplainable burst of licentious desire.
     Lynn couldn't hold back the tears of pain nor the guttural moans of
agony that erupted from her throat as she pressed Harry back down onto the
bed beneath her while he hugged her tightly, his mind bent on nothing but
his own imminent climax.
     Oh God! Lynn cried silently.  It felt as if Mark had ripped her all
open back there!  His thick cock was tearing her rectum apart!  Oh ...
oohhh, God almighty ... but he was right ... she deserved every torturous
inch of it!  It was her punishment and she wanted it ...!  Yes ... yes ...
oh God ... shove it in to me, darling ... right up my ... my ass ...!
     She hunched bravely back as Mark pressed forward.  She felt the
excruciating torment of his throbbing cock surging into her there, pushing
the rubbery, resistant flesh before it until finally, with one last
buttock-crushing lunge, he had ground it all the way up inside the warm
constricting depths of her forever stretched rectum.
     "Oooooh God!" she grunted, clenching her teeth tightly together to
give her the strength to go on.
     Mark's body stilled momentarily, as if he might have discovered a
tiny speck of mercy for her in his castigating mind, while the walls of
her inhumanly stretched rectum slowly attempted to adjust and the pain
began to subside.  God, she still felt torn and obscenely expanded back
there from his unnatural invasion, yet, at the same time, she reasoned
erotically that she was beginning to enjoy a sensation of atonement!
     She felt Harry lurch beneath her as she kissed the tender, exposed
head of his penis, playing with its tip with her tongue, then finally
ovalling her lips to suck down onto it as his hands came up to caress her
hair.
     Oh God!  She deserved everything Mark was giving her for all that she
had done to him ... but she would be good to him ... and she would gladly
endure whatever pain, degradation, or humiliation her husband would
inflict upon her willingly to prove her love for him.
     Harry lay under Lynn's wetly sucking lips, gone now with the ecstasy
she was passing to him through her grasping mouth.  The sight of Mark
sodomizing his own wife, while she sucked the life out of him, raised
Harry to unbearable heights of pleasure, and he lay with his eyes closed,
feeling every throb of his quickly approaching climax.
     Lynn's rectal muscles tightened around his long thick cock buried
deep in the warmly clasping depths of her ass-hole, making it throb
wildly; somehow, he was not surprised when the rounded soft moons of her
ass began, of their own volition, to grind back against him in a slow,
methodical undulation.  He groaned as he felt her rectal channel convulse
and tighten excitingly around his cock while he moved in and out of her,
watching the pinkish flesh of her obscenely stretched rectum clinging to
his pulsating rod of over-stimulated male flesh as he drew out, then
disappeared back inside with his inward thrust.
     Lynn rotated her firm white buttocks in hungry little circles, waving
her voluptuous ass-cheeks lasciviously back at him knowing that there was
nothing too depraved or degrading that she wouldn't willingly subject
herself to for him, that mere realization causing a masochistic excitement
to flood over her.  Even though there was still some pain from his large
cock poling into her defenselessly skewered rectum, it was strangely
pleasurable, and she found herself bucking and writhing back to meet the
lewd impalement when he plunged forward into her.
     "Mmmmm ... mmmmm," she moaned around Harry's sweet-tasting cock
brushing at the back of her throat, while Mark shoved up between her
quivering ass-cheeks as far as he could, pulling the satiny, soft white
spheres of her buttocks wide apart, allowing him to go deeper and just
holding it there for a long series of seconds, his thick cock entombed to
his very balls in her salaciously stretched passage.
     Mark couldn't restrain the grunts of lewd pleasure gurgling from his
tightly drawn-back lips at the sight and thought of what he was doing to
this beautiful woman whom he had loved with all of his heart!  He felt
with lust-incited sensation the warm soft flesh of her buttocks pressing
tightly against his churning loins.  He rammed forward into her erotically
clutching rear passage and slid his hand down beneath to her vagina that
was moist and hot now with her own excitement, the viscid dampness lightly
coating the lust-inflamed lips and seeping into the curls of her silken
pussy hair that was teasingly brushing against his bloated and throbbing
balls as they swung obscenely down between her open thighs.  Again, his
eyes locked on his hardened cock disappearing entirely into the obscenely
stretched anal opening centered between the waving, twin white moons of
her buttocks.  He grunted, drawing out slightly, watching with hesitant
breath the tender ridges of reddened anal flesh pulling out around it.
His breathing came faster, until with a gasp of increased lust, he began
to fuck sadistically in and out, deep into her warmly clasping ass-hole.
     Suddenly, Harry moaned and strained beneath Lynn.  She knew ... felt
his deliciously swollen cock again expanding in her hungrily sucking mouth
as she caressed and gently squeezed his heavy sperm-bloated balls, wild
and tingling sensations of anticipation as always surging over her
excited, perspiration-glistened flesh ... and suddenly her mouth was
filled with an undamming of his hot, white cum, gushing down her anxiously
swallowing throat in surprising quantity.  She fought for breath as she
gulped voraciously, needfully, as the thick milky fluid ejaculating wildly
from his potent cock plunged all the way back to her desperately
contracting throat.  And then, as suddenly as it had erupted in her mouth,
the spurting, convulsing penis began to lose its rigidity and she could
feel it slipping from between her feverishly sucking lips ... until
finally, she trailed her pink tongue over her moist, sperm-coated lips,
snatching at the last remaining drops of his delicious semen that had
trickled there ...  Harry sighed with satiated pleasure and then watched
as the young woman's husband began a greater assault back against Lynn's
roundly heaving buttocks and she screwed back wantonly against his hard-
driving cock, tiny pleading mewls of passion beginning to tumble from her
lips ...
     "Ooooohhhhh," she moaned gaspingly, her face resting on Harry's naked
belly, while Mark's pelvis smacked solidly against the softness of her
lush, white ass-cheeks.  "Oooohhh, my God ... I-It's beautiful ...!  I
never realized ... Oh, Mark ... rape it!  It's yours!  Make me know that
you love me!  Fuck it hard, darling!  Hard!  Hard ...!"
     The pain had not entirely left her as yet, but she'd raised her head
and was tossing it from side to side, her long blonde hair thrashing
wildly.  Her beautiful face reflected sheer intoxication, and Mark watched
as his thickly throbbing cock vanishing rhythmically all the way up into
her licentiously stretched channel with his every hard, long thrust up
between those frantically gyrating buttocks.
     "Oh ... oh ... ohhh ... ooohhhh ...!" she chanted blissfully,
undulating her magnificent, curvaceous buttocks eagerly back against his
powerful lunges.  She wanted him to cum ... to shoot his boiling hot sperm
deep into her naked belly this way, to split her open and drown her in his
thick, white cum.  The delectable ecstasy of it!  She'd never realized!
He was chastising her beautifully ... raping her virginal ass-hole ...
     She could feel a cool dampness in the crevice of her buttocks now,
and there was no pain, only the sensation of being filled to capacity by
the one man she loved ... had always loved ...!  She drew down her
shoulders so that her buttocks were presented to him high in the air and
his long, thick cock would fuck into her at will.  Her eyes glazed in
erotic rapture and she ground happily back against its violent intrusion,
feeling it throb into an unbelievable hardness that could only mean one
enchanting moment was near at hand!
     I'm going to cum in her ass, Mark gloated lasciviously.  He felt her
reach in under the back between her thighs to graze and caress his
churning balls, squeezing them warmly in her hands.  Her face, resting on
Harry's loins, was turned so that he could see the effect his sodomizing
cock was having on her, and he watched her lips open and close in the all
consuming torment of the mounting, pleasurable rapture spiraling through
her soft, vibrant body.  He felt her clench her buttocks tightly, as if to
imprison and secure his lustfully driving cock inside her until she
reached her own climax, the sensation spurring him to increase his
hammering pace.
     For Lynn, there was nothing but overwhelming, never-before sensations
of complete subjugation and maddening desire ... her desire to reach that
illusive point so rapidly building now deep in her tormented loins and
belly ... building, building insanely deep inside her ... and she felt the
frenzied increase of his castigating assault on her forever-stretched
passage, while her loins strained desperately for release.  She buffeted
back against his relentless, driving cock wantonly, her small pleading
whimpers of servile passion falling again and again from her gasping lips.
She was almost there ... almost ...!
     "Oooohhh!  Ooooohhhhh!  Unnhhhh ... yes ... yes ...!  I'm ... going
to cum!  Fuck it hard ... hard ...!  I'm cuuuuummmmmiiinnnggg!"
     Her hips drove backward as his furiously plunging cock worked with
almost brutal strokes deeper and deeper into her now tightly clenching
rectum, causing her to strain and groan as the pressure reached its peak
and burst ...!
     Lynn had never realized the delightful abandon she could know with a
man ... nor such carnally beautiful sensations as she did at that moment,
with her body quivering and convulsing wildly in her orgasm that seemed to
go on and on in sheer ecstatic bliss.  She was gone ... utterly in another
world beneath this magnificent cock that continued to cause wild exploding
sensations of enchantment in her belly and loins.
     "Ooohhhhh ... aaaaahhhh," she moaned in Overwhelming, rushing
release, her senses blurred by the engulfing ecstasy of the moment.
Dazedly, then, she heard him swear outright, then mouth a foul obscenity,
gasping behind her and thrusting into her so hard she thought he had
reached her belly, and inadvertently, she moaned with the slight new
twinge of pain.  She felt his strong loins jerk convulsively against the
cushion of her lewdly upraised buttocks, and then a great surge of hot
swirling sperm flooded deep into her rectum, filling her contracting back
passage nearly to the bursting point.
     She heard him gasp again and again ... until at last he grunted one
final moan of release ... and she sensed him falling back away, slowly
pulling out of her ... and as he withdrew, there was only one question in
her mind: What was he feeling, now, about her?  Was it rage, because she
had betrayed his love for her so terribly?  Or was that love still strong
strong enough to overlook her unwilling transgressions     a aboard the
Vera?  She turned to seek the answer in his satiated face, but that face
was now an inscrutable mask, staring at and through her as though she were
nothing more than a fragile pane of transparent glass.



                                Chapter 9

     Mark stared down into his wife's frantically searching eyes, and even
through the fog of his tremendous orgasm read the unmistakable question
those eyes contained.  He saw she was pleading with him to forgive her, to
take her back into the fold even though she had strayed sinfully.
     "Mark ...?" her small, trembling lips began, hesitantly.
     "Give me time to think," Mark said quickly, swinging his hairy legs
off the edge of the bunk, and lowering his face into his hands.
     Lynn sat with her eyes fixed on the broad expanse of his muscular
back, her eyes trying to bore into his thoughts, to read what was written
there.  But she could not.  She was aware only that she was being shut out
of his confidence in a way she never had before in all the time they'd
known each other, and she knew instinctively that the gulf that now
existed between them might never again be spanned.  She turned her head
away fearfully, and was confronted by Harry's slightly smiling face
peering up at both of them quizzically.  The glib used car dealer turned
his attention to Mark.
     "Listen, Mark," he said, his eyes darting around to discover any
reaction on the other man's part, "I don't want you to think that this was
all planned.  You know?  I mean, these things happen and nobody's
responsible for them.  You get people close together in one spot, and
sometimes things happen that nobody wants to happen, you know what I
mean?"
     "No, that isn't true," Lynn interrupted in a quavering voice, "you
did want it, all of you!  You had it all planned from the minute I came on
board!  Mark, listen to me!  I was raped!  I didn't want to do anything, I
didn't even ..."
     "I suppose you call what you were doing to Harry when I came in
'being raped'" Mark broke in brutally, turning his pained eyes toward his
lovely wife.
     Lynn started, surprised by the violence of his tone, nonplused by his
attitude.
     "But I was!  Mark, you don't understand -- Hans lured me down into
his cabin and locked the door and ..."
     "I don't know who Hans is, but I take it that Harry isn't the only
one you've been fucking around with while I was away." Mark's eyes were
beginning to smolder now, traces of his earlier anger beginning to seep
into him once again.  "And what about Tom, huh?  And Dick and Harry?  Huh?
Just how many men have you taken on in the last forty-eight hours, sweet
little innocent wife of mine???"
     Lynn's eyes blurred with the sudden tears wrenched out of her, by her
husband's obscene suggestions.
     "No ... darling ... no ... you don't understand ..."
     "Oh don't I?  I understand a lot.  I understand a lot I never
understood before.  I understand you're nothing more than a dirty, low
down whore!!!"
     Harry watched calmly as the aggression in Mark's voice caused his
young wife to double up with pain, tears coursing now unchecked down her
smooth, reddened cheeks.  He leaned back and wondered whether he should
break in, try to say anything to ease the passions that made the air
around the three of them brittle with tension.  He gazed at the jealousy
and rage apparent in Mark's strained body, at the twisted figure of the
voluptuous young woman who lay sobbing on the bunk, and decided anything
he said would probably only make things worse.
     "I guess you'll try to tell me now," Mark said with bitter sarcasm,
"that you didn't enjoy sucking Harry's cock, right?  Well, I know better.
I saw you, Lynn!  You didn't even hear me when I called you!  You were off
in some goddamn other world, and the only thing that mattered to you was
pulling him off!"
     "Noooo ... I ..."
     "And when I climbed up on top of you, you thought it was this goddamn
Hans, baby, I know you did!  Because you called out his name to me, and
..."
     "All right, stop it!" Lynn was tortured by the half-truths he was
saying.  No, she hadn't wanted it, hadn't welcomed it, but she had enjoyed
it!  And the guilt raised in her by that realization coursed through her
like knives, ripping her insides to shreds.
     "I won't stop it!" Mark continued relentlessly.  His anger boiled
inside him now, and he had to let it all out or explode!  "And all the
time, I thought you were so innocent, so susceptible.  Well, you were
susceptible all right!  I never knew how much!  Let me ask you one thing,
you little bitch!  How many times have you sucked my cock?  Huh?"
     "Please ... Mark ..."
     "Not once!  Not one goddamn time!  And I never tried to make you,
because I thought you would be 'offended'.  Jesus Christ!  If I knew then
what I know now ..."
     "Ooooohhhh ..." Lynn's voice rose in a despairing avail, her hands
pushed themselves forcefully against her ears, and her eyes closed tight
as though desperately trying to shut off every trace of the outside world
-- a world that now seemed peopled with a million pairs of eyes, all
staring into the corruption of her soul, laughing and watching as she
tried to hide her nakedly defiled body behind the transparency of her
shame.  "Nnnnoooo ..."  Her voice filled the cabin and blotted everything
from her mind except its own incredible reverberations in her ears.  She
pulled her knees to her heaving breasts in a straining fetal position, and
clasped her arms around them desperately, lowering her head as far as
possible into the cavity between her body and legs.  "NNNOOOOO ..."  She
lay on her side, crying out now, letting all the tension, the humiliation,
the excitement, the fear of the last few days gush out of her with the
force of a rain-swollen river, rushing out and over a yawning chasm to
crash with a thunderous roar on the rocks below.
     And then she stopped abruptly, strangely, all the emotion wrung out
of her, and lay completely spent on the bunk as though hypnotized ... her
eyes wide open, but seeing nothing ... hearing nothing ... feeling nothing
...
     Harry stared amazedly at the limp form beside him, and then looked
questioningly at the equally confused face of Mark Shaffer.  He stirred
uncomfortably in the sudden silence that had descended upon the cabin like
a gray shroud, leaving them all exposed to the violence of their passions.
He started as Mark stood up suddenly, and began to pull his pants on with
desperate haste, leaning to pick up his shirt which lay crumpled in a
corner on the far side of the cabin.
     "Where are you going?"
     Mark didn't answer, but continued to dress.
     "Listen, Mark," Harry said, "you can't just run away and leave this
all behind you.  You've got to deal with it."
     "I'm through dealing with it," Mark said bitterly.  "I can't take
anymore of it."
     Harry raised himself to a sitting position, and stared at the
emotionally wrought husband.
     "You're an ass," he said simply.
     Mark whirled, and his eyes tore through Harry's calm with ferocious
intensity.
     "Now listen, you bastard!  You just shut that fucking mouth of yours!
You're lucky I don't just tear the living shit out of you for what you've
done!"
     Harry smiled at him disconcertingly.
     "For what I've done?  Listen, Mark, I'm a man aren't I?  What would
you have done in my place?  Turned around and walked away and said 'No
thanks baby'?  Is that what you'd have done?"
     Mark paused, confused.  What would he have done?  The answer to his
own question jumped with irresistible force against his mind, and he knew
that he'd have done the same thing Harry had.  If a woman offers herself,
like Lynn had obviously done ...
     "That's what I thought," Harry said, reading Mark's answer in his
face.  "Now don't think I'm trying to say that it was all Lynn's fault.
I'm not.  All I'm saying is that emotions, especially as far as sex is
concerned are uncontrollable.  Hell, you know that.  You're a man."
     Mark shifted on his feet uncomfortably.  Maybe Harry was right.
Maybe he'd been too hard on Lynn.  After all, he'd had a few other women
since they'd been married, and it hadn't altered his feeling for his wife.
Still ... no, damn it!  He couldn't forgive her ... he couldn't ...
     "Listen, Mark, why don't you go get us all a drink, and we'll sit
here and talk this thing out, like normal, rational adult human beings.
All right?"
     Mark hesitated, and then turned to follow Harry's indicating finger
to the bar at the end of the cabin.  Harry leaned over Lynn's still naked
body, and turned her onto her back so that her small, rounded breasts were
exposed to his gaze, and her triangular patch of golden pubic hair
glistened moistly in the sun, which was now streaming down the open hatch.
He felt his own naked cock stir excitedly as her smooth flesh brushed
against it, and then consciously forced himself to ignore the tantalizing
closeness of her defenseless body ... for the time being, at any rate.
     "Lynn?  Come on, girl, wake up ... snap to!"  He snapped his fingers
once or twice in front of her face, and saw her struggling to emerge from
the unperceiving cocoon she'd spun around her tattered emotions.  "That's
it, everything's all right ... would you like a little drink?"
     Lynn nodded vaguely, hardly aware yet of what was being said to her,
caring even less.
     "Mark, bring Lynn a drink too, will you?  Gin and tonic."
     "I know what she drinks," Mark said coldly, turning to see Harry's
powerfully naked body poised over the upturned, helpless figure of his
wife.  Quickly, he turned back to the bar.
     "Mark ...?" Lynn said almost sleepily, as though she had just
awakened from a dreadful nightmare.  "Mark ... are you there?"
     There was a pause, as her husband tried to force a semblance of
casualness into his voice.
     "Yes ... of course.  I'm here."
     "Oh, Mark ... darling ... I'm scared ..."
     "Just a minute Lynn.  I'll be right with you.  I'm fixing the
drinks."
     Lynn moaned as her eyes finally began to focus again on the ceiling
of the cabin.  In her almost delirious state, Harry seemed to be looming
over her like the last menacing vision of her receding nightmare.  She
turned away quickly, burying her face in the cushion covering the bunk,
and looked up only when Mark thrust her drink before her face.
     "Here, you need it," he said quietly.
     Lynn took the drink, and raised herself up against the side of the
cabin, curling her legs around her to hide the enticing nakedness of her
exposed pussy, and turning her ivory-hued breasts away from Harry's
devouring gaze.  Mark sat across the narrow cabin, while Harry remained on
the bunk, and a strained and uncomfortable tableau was created by their
three bodies, two of them naked, one partially clothed.
     "All right," Harry said, as though he were assuming the incongruous
role of master of ceremonies, "I think it's about time to discuss this
whole thing reasonably and without emotion ..."
     "Why, Harry, darling ... how boring!"
     Three heads turned quickly to the open hatch cover above their heads,
and saw Kate Johnson standing there, silhouetted by the bright sun.  Harry
smiled a hello up to his wife, while Mark floundered for something to say,
and Lynn tried automatically to cover her nakedness with her arms.
     "Oh Lynn, don't be so bashful," Kate said laughingly, descending into
the cabin.  "I've seen naked women before."
     "Hello dear.  Did you get the hotel rooms reserved?" Harry asked.
     "Of course, darling.  I'm very efficient that way."
     "Good.  Good."
     Mark sat where he was, unmoving, expecting that any moment Kate would
burst out with some kind of invective against her husband, who sat calmly
naked on the bunk beside his own equally exposed wife.  But there was no
reaction.  It was as though it were an everyday occurrence for her to walk
in on her husband and another woman in bed.
     "Hello to you, too, Mark.  We didn't expect to see you so soon."
     "Uhh ... I caught an earlier flight," Mark said inanely.
     "Well, it's lovely that you could get away."  Kate eyed Mark's
powerfully handsome body, only half-clothed, his shirt still unbuttoned.
"Are you taking them off, or putting them on?"  she said, indicating his
clothes with her eyes.
     "I'm ... uhh ... putting them on ..."
     "My my, that's a shame.  Isn't it Harry?"
     Harry nodded his agreement, relishing the smoothness with which his
wife was taking control of the situation.  He watched as she came closer
to Mark, letting her eyes obviously run over his body with suggestive
boldness.  Mark sat nonplused, uncertain how to handle this new
development in an already totally unrealistic situation.
     "I'm not sure what you're talking about, Kate, I ..."
     "Oh well, that's not very hard to figure out, is it?"  She placed one
hand seductively on Mark's shoulder, and let it run sensuously down under
his collar.  He shivered at the unexpectedly pleasurable sensation her
cool fingers gave him.
     "No ... no, I guess it isn't," he said hesitantly.
     Lynn watched with amazed eyes as Kate obviously advanced on her
husband, and wondered when Mark was going to put a stop to her brazen
overtures.  But to her surprise, he did not object, but remained unmoving
on his seat.  She didn't know what to do, and before she could think
clearly, she heard herself speaking to Kate herself.
     "What ... what do you think you're doing?"
     Kate spun around to her, her eyes only barely managing to hide the
viciousness of her attack and said, "I'm doing exactly what you seem to
have done with my husband, my dear.  Surely you don't object?"
     "No, she doesn't object.  Do you Lynn?"  Mark's voice was tinged with
irony and bitterness, as he suddenly capitulated before a growing desire
for revenge on his wife.  She had cheated him, by God, and now she was
going to see he could do a little cheating himself.  She deserves it, he
thought hastily, she deserves to watch while I fuck another woman.  I had
to watch her blowing Harry Johnson.  He imagined with salacious zeal how
she would react to his betrayal, and his lewd thoughts were intensified by
Kate's hand as it moved in ever increasing circles along his shoulders,
down his back, around and under his arms.  His limp cock, still resting
quietly after the tremendous ass-fucking he had just given his wife, began
to stir as it sensed the opportunity of losing itself in yet another wetly
lubricated cavity.
     Mark snaked his hand around Kate's fleshy thighs, in and under the
temptingly short skirt she was wearing, and smiled as she sighed with
pleasure.  He slid his hand under the tight elastic crotch band of her
silk panties, and teased the already moist lips of her quivering vagina.
He looked toward his wife to see the effects of his vengeance was having
on her, but his attention was immediately pre-empted by Kate, who began to
slowly, seductively, unbutton her loose blouse, unsnap her brassiere, and
slip them both with a sigh of anticipation from her ivory shoulders.  Mark
gasped with excitement as she turned to him, and placed his eager hands on
her large, pear-shaped breasts, the nipples already erect with desire.
She eased her cool, slender fingers over his impatiently awaiting crotch,
and smiled invitingly at him as she felt the hugeness of his swelling,
pulsating cock straining for freedom from under his confining pants.
     Suddenly Mark moaned audibly as he felt his zipper open and her
experienced fingers begin to stroke his distended throbbing penis.
     "Come on, lover boy," she said, urgently, "let's do this thing
right."



                                Chapter 10

     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

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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: SedWife 7/8  "The Seduced Young Wife"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Tue, 03 Sep 1996 06:25:15 -0800

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

From grobert@soho.ios.com Tue Sep 03 16:25:31 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: SedWife 8/8  "The Seduced Young Wife"
From: grobert@soho.ios.com (TheEditor)
Date: Tue, 03 Sep 1996 06:25:31 -0800

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.



                                 The End

