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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 u*********sly 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 c***d 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 c***dish 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 k**" 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 k** ... 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
u*********sly 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 r****g 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, r****g 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 v******e.

"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 r****t."

"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 m***** 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 ****, 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.

"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 k**. 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. u*********sly, 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 ****d ...

"... 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, k**do," 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 u*********sly 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 str