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 EIGHT
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.