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.