For the entire history of mankind, buried treasure has held a fascination for the adventurer and the arm-chair traveler alike.
It is frequently a violent pursuit of elusive riches, and in spite of the thousands of tragedies and failures for each success, each year one hears of new expeditions heading out full of hope and optimism.
It is common knowledge that the warm tropical waters of the Caribbean hide more treasure than any other sea in the world. And it is to the Caribbean that author Jon Reskind turns in this tale of violence and sex and treasure.
It is a story of a new bride and her husband, both being forced to undergo strains that test the strength of the marriage. The explosive elements are in the book from page one. One man, two women one of them completely immoral alone on a boat, shadowed constantly by a high-speed launch containing the nefarious Mr. Lum and his crew of mulattos. It is evident that it is only a matter of time before violence breaks out. When Mr. Lum and John Stacy, the young husband, meet it is a meeting between violent men. Before it is over the score has become five for the sharks none for the home team. And before it is over, the prim young wife has made a surprising score of her own eight men, two women!
Jon Reskind, a pseudonym for one of Hollywood's better known television suspense writers, has written a yarn full of authentic information and interesting backgrounds. The reader will be right there with the crew of The Carmen when it all happens and there will be scenes of debauchery and violence that we guarantee you'll never forget.
-The Publishers
Although it is our policy to publish only original material, the enormous success of this book which we printed originally for our readers in England made us want to share it with our greater American reading audience.
CHAPTER ONE
With only the binnacle light, and the dim red of the instruments to augment the pale slice of moon in the Caribbean sky, Nona Stacy was feeling the nerves build again the nerves which were already rasped raw by the situation with John.
John Stacy had, in almost every way, shown promise of being the best of husbands. He was tall and lean, long-muscled, masculine, good-looking if not handsome, with a mop of sun-bleached hair. A male of twenty-four who set women on fire just by walking into a room! Short of temper at times, and too eager to use his fists when crossed. Too young yet to have learned patience and guile. He was one who said what came to his mind, said it quickly, and if the person he said it to didn't like it, that was just too damned bad.
She had known that John would never be one to make many friends. But he was supremely confident of himself. And he was without fear. His war record said that clearly.
Two years in Vietnam, on one of those little river boats in the Mekong Delta. All night, every night, except for the occasional R-and-R at
Saigon or in Australia. Shooting up the riverbank jungle. Being shot at! One full tour, and then a voluntary extension for another year, until the war was winding down and the old hands were making plans to get out and get hold of something in the way of peacetime work before all the good slots were gone.
It was during that time that John Stacy had met Harry Carp. Harry Carp was a Chief Bosun's Mate. An old Asia hand with hash marks half way to the elbow. At thirty, he had thirteen years in the Navy. Nobody knew how many times he had turned down promotion to commissioned rank, but everybody knew why.
Harry Carp was a businessman. Senior petty officers in the Navy and noncoms in the Army are expected to be operators. Officers, being gentlemen, are not. Harry Carp was smart enough to stay clean. If he had a piece of action in the incredibly-corrupt black market of the Thieu regime, nobody could prove it. There was nothing illegal about his establishing a firm dealing in war surplus goods, everything from helicopters to picket boats, heavy construction equipment, assorted other expendables and foodstuffs which were in urgent demand throughout Southeast Asia and the Orient. No one could lay it on Harry Carp because a good portion of the items his struggling firm bought as combat-damaged junk had been officially surveyed written off as useless had never even been uncrated, and were being sold to Harry Carp at two or three per cent of their original cost. And Harry was selling the stuff on the Asian market for three times what the U.S.
Government had paid for it new.
And Harry Carp was a man who believed in joint ventures.
He would provide money and equipment ... while letting someone else take the chances and do the heavy, dangerous work. He would allow his partner of the moment just enough of the pie to almost satisfy him, yet leave him short of his own goal, whatever it might be. Just short enough so there would be reason to go into one more deal, one more tricky job.
The donkey and the carrot. Nona Stacy was afraid, desperately afraid, that her new husband was the donkey of the moment. And if he kept on with this insane venture, would wind up being a complete ass! She knew Harry Carp had an inexhaustible supply of carrots.
He had maneuvered John so easily. All it had taken was this damn boat which she was trying to learn to steer by the stars, and what Harry referred to as "cash flow", meaning money dribbled into an account for their use during the treasure hunt. Harry had gotten ahold of some ancient maps and thought there was just a chance they might show where some of the fabulous Spanish plate ships from Mexico had gone down off the Bahamas centuries ago, laden with silver and priceless gold and jewels from the plundered Aztec empire. It was an undisputed historical fact that many of the ponderous galleons had foundered. Some had been discovered and their treasures recovered over the intervening centuries, but many undoubtedly still lay beneath the clear blue waters of the
Caribbean and off the Bahamas.
Any tourist could buy all the seemingly authentic charts he wanted, with a story to go with them. The fantasy of millions just waiting to be recovered from the deeps was one of the things which kept some men's magazines alive. Every couple of months, there would be a wildly-speculative article which would send a few damn fools out looking, and sell hundreds of thousands of copies to day-dreaming bank clerks who would never even see the tropical waters. But their dreams were kept alive because maybe once a year, some adventurers did turn up at least a piece of an old ship or its gear, like a crusted anchor or cannon, and a few bits and pieces of ancient coin or a religious relic.
Harry Carp said they could be tapping millions.
Nona Stacy thought Harry Carp was a damn liar, but she tried to look at the bright side.
Her husband John was as tough as they came ... the sort of man the Harry Carps of this world always find and use. But such men are scarce, and she realized that Harry would always have a place for John and that was more of a future than most young ex-servicemen had to look forward to.
A terrible percentage of the Vietnam vets were now standing in unemployment lines, or trying to get jobs as gas jockeys or supermarket clerks. She and John had this yacht it must be worth two hundred thousand dollars at least-immediate money and the prospects for a honeymoon they would never forget.
Nona was not the dreamer her husband was.
The time-old nesting, protective instinct of the female caused her to want something more substantial than a liaison with an operator like Harry. Harry would cut John's throat to get the blood for a Bloody Mary, she knew. But ... he needed John's tough attitude toward life, forged and tempered in the fires of war ... and John would never be happy if he had to sell real estate or boats or chrome-plated automobiles.
She was confident John would be able to take care of himself against Harry Carp. Hold his own.
Bui she wasn't sure how well he would do when he came up against Aura Lee Talent.
Aura Lee was pure sensuality. And pure bitch! A wanton slut. Any woman would know it instantly, just by looking at her.
And she, Nona, was stuck with Aura Lee Talent aboard as the third member of the crew.
At their first meeting, Nona had wanted to grab a gaff and sink the sharp point into Aura Lee's throat. It was a meeting of two jungle cats.
With sure feminine instinct, Nona had tagged Aura Lee as trouble in any situation, and particularly this, with just three of them aboard the cumbersome motor-sailer which Harry had come up with. Sue supposed it was a good enough boat, although she knew nothing about boats. It was nearly sixty feet on the waterline, a ketch-rigged vessel equipped with all kinds of electronic gadgets she didn't understand, and it had two big diesel motors. But the sheer size of it told her that it should be crewed by more than three people, particularly when two of them were girls. Harry had promised a couple of more hands, but wanted only men he knew and could trust. It developed the ones he wanted were in the process of being mustered out of the Navy and would not be available for another two or three weeks.
Nona wished they would arrive quickly. She wanted some males aboard to keep Aura Lee away from John.
Aura Lee Talent was just too much woman ... at least too much for Nona to compete with at this stage. It was understood that Aura Lee was Harry Carp's property by everyone but Aura Lee herself, who apparently considered herself nobody's property. She exuded sensuality, with her taut, compact figure that bloomed into rich swells of thigh and buttocks and hips. A face that was innocent little girl until you saw the laughing evil hidden in her dark eyes, the feral, amoral nature of her. Her lushly ripened breasts were high and wide-set, with pert nipples which seemed to become elongated and hardened automatically every time she felt a man's eyes on her. Her legs were, long in proportion to her body, her thighs sleek and beautifully-tapered, without a gram of excess weight, and her calves beautifully shaped. No matter how much time she spent in the tropic sun, her skin never turned darker than an olive hue.
It was just too much, having Aura Lee aboard, and sailing so short-handed they had to stand watch-and-watch. Nona felt as though she were chained to the helm for four hours while her young husband and the seductive Aura Lee were below supposedly either sleeping or tending to the never-ending ship's work, the countless things that had to be done daily or even more often to keep the motorsailer functioning. And Nona dared not leave her post at the helm while they were under sail. She did not yet have the expertise to set the sails so the CARMEN would sail herself it was beyond her strength to raise the gaff-rigged main'sl even with the winch. If she lashed the helm and went below, surely within half a minute the yacht would start to veer from its course. In two minutes, it would be tossing like a cork, threatening to broach, unless she cranked up the Buda diesels and turned on Iron Man, the automatic pilot. But at the first sound of the engines, she knew John and Aura Lee would stop whatever they were doing and come on deck to find out what was wrong.
I just have to be more of a woman than she is!
That thought was uppermost in Nona's mind as she felt the freshening breeze blowing her long, pale-blonde hair around her shoulders. It was warm here, off the Bermuda banks, and she wore only a thin shirt and the bottom of a scanty bikini. The breeze was arousing the nipples of her high, wide-set breasts, making them long and hard. She breathed deeply, somewhat aroused by the light contact of her nylon blouse scraping over her torso.
And her wetly throbbing cunt seemed to take fire. She wanted John to come from below and fill it with his long thick penis, for as she straddled the helmsman's stool, the rough leather of it rubbed the swollen lips of her feverish little pussy. Under her, riding easily on the ocean swells, the boat rose and dipped and slowly rolled from port to starboard, the sails reaching for the little wind, and she automatically turned the helm to compensate for the current. She was beginning to get the feel of the CARMEN, react instinctively to the yacht's motion in the warm tropic waters. She squeezed her long, tapering thighs tightly over the seat and looked upward at the billowing sails.
The boat thrust at her yearning pussy as though it were a male teasing her.
I WANT HIM TO COME UP HERE AND FUCK ME!! !
GOD!! ! HOW CAN I EVEN THINK OF THAT WORD? FUCK!
He says it so casually ... and doing it means so much to me!
I know he's fucked other girls ... a lot of girls ... all sailors do...
But that was before we were married ... he's a man ... oh, God, what a man ... and I can't fault him for what he did then.
And he wouldn't do it with Aura Lee...
Would he?
Nona listened to the soft whisper of the wind through the sheets. It seemed to be holding steady. The motorsailer was luffing along comfortably, not giving any fight to the helm. There were no clouds anywhere in the cobalt sky. She swept her dark eyes over the horizon and saw the other boat, and the realization that it was still there disturbed her. For nearly eight hours, it had been barely in sight, hanging back about ten miles. A big power boat of some kind.
Nothing to be concerned about in ordinary circumstances, but they were out looking for sunken treasure, and this boat had dogged them for hours, changing course as they changed theirs, always staying at a distance. John and Aura Lee both knew it was out there, and John had not seemed to be much concerned about it.
"Nothing to send me up a tree," he had said casually. "I told you how word gets all around the Caribbean, honey. Half the guys down here are out looking for treasure. You can pick up more yarns than you'd like to hear in a couple of hours in any waterfront bar. Also, there are some pirate types around ... they sift through all this stuff and if they think you might be onto something, they track you for a few days. If you get onto something, sure, they'll rip you off. So you let them use up a lot of diesel and time and booze until they get tired and go looking for another-likely prospect ... and then you head for where you intended to go."
"I wish I could be sure ... after all, Aura Lee has those old histories, and the charts," Nona had said, grudgingly admitting the presence of the bikinied, raven-haired beauty who was mocking her with obsidian eyes. "I doubt that's much of a secret."
"Are you accusing me of shooting my mouth off?" Aura Lee said venomously from her languid position in the cockpit. "I'm not along for fun, you know." She showed delicate hands which were blistered from handling rough nylon lines and dark with grime from the ship's work. "I'm along because I have the charts and a pretty good idea of what we have to do to find what we're looking for. This thing started as a hobby with me years ago, and I got into it, I really did. I finally came up with what could be a winner, a big winner. If I didn't have that, would Harry be backing you?"
"You were also trying to peddle your charts from Nassau to Port of Spain to Kingston until you met Harry Carp," Nona shot back. "You know that's no secret."
"Any problems, Harry will handle," the voluptuous dark-haired girl had said confidently. "This is too much sun I'm going below for awhile."
"Six fathoms below would be nice," Nona muttered under her breath as she watched the voluptuous swaying of the other girl's taut-muscled buttocks disappear down the short ladder. "Slut!"
"Knock the shit off, baby!" Her husband's hard hand was gripping her shoulder, spinning Nona around, so she looked up in pain into his piercing eyes. "You get one thing in your pretty head ... until the rest of our crew gets here, you are going to bust your ass to get on with Aura Lee. She hasn't done or said a goddamn thing to you that you wouldn't have heard from any other broad in any other place, and I'm damn well not going to let any silly ass female games fuck up my ship. I'll tell her the same fucking thing, don't worry!" He ran long, strong fingers through his mop of sun-whitened hair and looked hard at her again. "Keep your pretty head. I'm gonna lay it on her ten times as bad as you, because I know she's been giving you the needle but later. She may be Harry Carp's cunt right now and think she's got it made. And she's full of shit. If I tie her to the goddamn bowsprit and flog the flesh off her pretty ass with a tarred line, Harry won't even ask why! You, me, and she are the entire crew for now and until I get a full complement aboard, we are goddamn well going to work together if I have to beat you both bloody!"
"Aye, aye, big man or is it Captain Bligh?" Nona shot back, wrenching away from him, almost in tears from the pain of his fingers on her tender flesh, and from his cruel words, words that a new husband could never speak to a bride he was supposed to love. They had been married only ten days. ... she glared at him, her temper rising, overcoming her fear of his physical strength and his short temper. "I happen to be your wife! And either you keep that bitch at arm's length or I'll do it for you CAPTAIN!"
For a moment she thought he would hit her. She saw his hard-planed face flush in anger, his neck muscles cording, and she wondered how any man who supposedly loved her could be so cold and cruel. She realized his huge responsibility in keeping the motorsailer shipshape, and the job he was trying to do, and knew that at sea, someone had to be the captain no matter how small the boat, and his orders had to be obeyed. The fact that she was his wife and the other girl just a common slut who was sleeping with the man who provided the money and God only knew how many others-didn't matter here.
Ashore, it would be different. With solid land under her feet, Nona thought, she would be able to take care of herself, or darn well let John or anybody else involved know she'd given it a good try. For now, she'd submit to the discipline of the sea. She would not consider him her husband.
He was the captain. Tough if he went down with his ship!
Controlling her rage, Nona said, "Just keep her in line. We'll take this up some time later. Now, what about that boat that's been following us? It's making me nervous."
John looked casually astern. He had been well aware of their uninvited company long before either of the girls had noticed it. In fact, he had anticipated it after hearing some bar talk a couple of nights earlier at San Juan, in a place where he'd never been before and didn't expect to be again. It had proved Nona's accusation that Aura Lee Talent had advertised her treasure maps too well. There had been open talk about the Carmen, and one man and two girls aboard her, of how she was going for sunken treasure. Sitting at a table in a darkened corner, John Stacy had listened to a half-breed, apparently the cook on some sort of boat, boast about how the Carmen would be tracked. He had gone into detail on the type of boat which would do the tracking.
A converted ASR Air-Sea Rescue craft, with the same configuration as the legendary PT boats, but smaller, only 65 feet. And faster. The original Hall-Scotts had been replaced by Rolls-Royce-Merlin power plants, and, as the man said, "She's one goin' muthafucka!! ! "
John Stacy had listened and believed. With a wry grin as he sipped his bottled beer, he wondered if by some strange chance Harry Carp had sold this particular boat to the people who were thinking of ripping him off.
He had no love for Harry. Harry was a means to an end. Just as he knew that to Harry, he, John, was a means to an end. Harry paid him to do a job of work, and paid well. He offered more in the future. It was better than pumping gas or driving a log truck. It was understood the operation was legal Harry was rich enough so he didn't have to be illegal. He was a gambler for big stakes. The sort of man who would lose a million bucks and laugh and not miss it, as long as the game was straight. If he found shaved dice, he'd hand you your head in a basket.
Harry believed in keeping everybody off balance. They'd had a brief conversation in Miami when the necessary documents for the yacht had been turned over.
"We're not going for anything big for a few weeks," Harry had said. "You take the damn motorsailer out and sail the hell out of it. Check out the gear. Electronics, scuba, winches, radios, engines, every damn thing. Just fuck around. This cunt Aura Lee has shot her mouth off, trying to see how much she could get for what I bought, and people will be looking. Let them look. If they're shit, lose them and forget them. If you figure them for trouble, blow them out of the water. You have the gear and can use it. Whoever tracks you will figure you to lay a false trail so you fuck them by heading first for where it looks best. Put the scanner on and try to pick up metal. Read the grafs for anything that looks like ballast heaps and then keep going. Go wherever the wind takes you, and fuck their minds."
"If they get too close?" John Stacy had asked.
"Blow them out of the water. There'll be more than one bunch looking. If a couple of them go the deep-six route, the others may decide not to fuck."
"I don't want Aura Lee aboard. Trouble."
"If you can't handle cunt, you aren't the man for the job, John." Harry Carp had grinned lewdly. "I'll get you a full crew soon. Meanwhile, I want that cunt away from the beach where she can shoot her fucking mouth off. She can get drunk, and vicious, but for now I need her and the only place to stash her is on the Carmen. "
"With me and my bride," Stacy retorted.
"You're the kind of guy who can handle two women." The older man had leaned confidentially over the drink and rapped a calloused finger on the table. "Fuck 'em ... fuck 'em both! You won't have any trouble with Aura Lee if you thrash her ass a little. She goes wild for sucking and fucking and she'll wear you out that way. But you stick it up her pretty ass and ram it to her hard, so she squeals like a stuck pig that's what she really digs! Knocks all the fight out of her and she follows you around like a hound pup. Any time she gets out of line, you just ream her ass-hole and she'll be a good girl."
"My wife would overcome me with love,"
Stacy said.
"She just might, if she thought some other broad was giving you more than she does."
In that moment, John Stacy had realized just how perceptive a man Harry Carp was. Somehow, although he had seen them together for only a brief time, Carp had realized that Nona was well was lousy in bed!
Oh, she tried to give herself, and enjoy sex, but for some reason she was so uptight she froze when he kissed her full resilient breasts, twirling his tongue around the tiny pink nipple-buds while his hard hands moved over the rich curves of her young body, a body that should have been surging with enthusiasm for what was happening between them. He had overextended himself to be gentle with Nona, realizing she was a virgin and inexperienced, but all his good intentions "had been a waste of time.
When he had tried to move his seeking mouth lower, his tongue gently laving the smooth, warm flesh of her belly and then down to the sweet cleft up between her thighs, instead of opening them to him with joy, as any normal woman would have, she had gone rigid and fought him off, crying and even scratching at his face. He had tasted the sweet-salty flesh and wanted to bite and lick and kiss it, to have her tender young thighs open wide and feel her fingers urgently guide his licking tongue to her softly-furred cuntal slit...
And she had rejected him. Completely!
And now Nona was having a shit fit because she was at such close quarters with an amoral female who would do any damn thing a man wanted her to do.
Well ... that could work out pretty good too, John Stacy had thought. If he had to, he would take Harry at his word and belt Aura Lee around.
Except that he was afraid she might like it too much...
* * *
Well, there was one way to find out ... and also find out whether Harry Carp had been bullshitting some when he said to issue Aura Lee a ration of crap. John Stacy didn't want to hurt her any more than necessary he might just need her hands to work the boat but it wouldn't hurt a bit to let her know who was in charge. He was just waiting for her to give him an excuse. Now, in the forward cabin, she was doing just that.
He knew she was deliberately provoking him, flaunting her lush young body, trying to tease and arouse him, taunt him knowing full well that his relationship with Nona was lousy that every time he fucked his wife, he wondered why he bothered.
On, Nona could be good someday if she ever let herself go and FUCKED with all her magnificent young body. John was sure of that.
Damn, she was built for fucking!
Those high, proudly tilted breasts, the nipples cherry-red in the dark circles of her aureoles, so quick to get hard and long if he just touched them with the tip of his tongue, and nibbled on her, sucking a little. There was no mistaking the eager way her sensually curved body responded but her head that was another thing! In her head, as far as John Stacy was concerned, the lovely young blonde was well fucked up and far from home. Every time she started to become aroused, she fought it and went tight and clawed and scratched and even bit him like a mad woman.
He thought that if just once he could get his mouth up between her sleek young thighs, his tongue swirling and snaking up inside her hot little cunt, tasting and tantalizing the moist, coral-hued flesh, it might make all the difference in the world. Then she might turn on to sex, be worth having around.
Right now she was as practically useless as a Rembrandt or Van Gogh. Pretty to look at for any man, but worthless as tits on a boar hog when it came to satisfying the lust that raged in his healthy young body.
John Stacy had known too many women who were good at what women were invented to be good at.
Fucking.
He thought perhaps the girls of the Orient had spoiled him.
They knew what it was all about.
He remembered one with whom he had spent a 10-day R & R in Yokohama. If she'd ever let him out of bed, he couldn't remember it. She had really been beyond belief.
He had met her in a bar, and expected just another bar girl, and she had surprised him. bringing him to her home instead of a sleazy quickie hotel. Her name was Taikiko, and she lived with her parents. He had been surprised to discover that her father was an American. He had come to Japan during the Korean punch-up and stayed. A tall, fair-haired man, he had found a Japanese woman who was Taikiko's mother. In the ensuing twenty years, he had become more Japanese than the Japanese themselves. A former Seabee, he had built skyscrapers and roads and bridges and had become very wealthy by any standards. He was a millionaire several times over. The family home was one of those unbelievably graceful Japanese structures, sparsely furnished but entirely comfortable and practical. There were servants, but the family meals and while John stayed there, he was part of the family were served by Taikiko herself, moving silently, gracefully, and then returning to the background while her father and her lover-to-be talked.
At first, John felt some discomfort. He knew he had to fuck this beautiful Eurasian girl, and in her own house, where her parents might easily hear them. He was not sure he could ever get away with it just the look in her eyes said she would have him screaming with passion and lust even before he was able to get the blood-filled length of his long rigid cock up between her slender, beautifully-tapered legs, ramming it in and out of her smooth young belly.
Nervously he worked his way through the many courses of the meal, and only relaxed when Taikiko, on her father's instruction, brought a bottle of well-aged American bourbon to the low table. After her Japanese mother excused herself, the two men killed it, sitting cross-legged on their cushions.
"My daughter will take you to your room now," the older man said when it was well past midnight. "Try to please her."
John Stacy had not understood immediately, but he followed the willowy dark-haired Japanese girl through the huge house to what was obviously a private apartment. There, she closed the door softly but firmly and turned to him, at the same time untying the sash of her obi and letting it tall in delicate silken folds around her tiny feet.
She stood absolutely naked in front of him!
"Now it is time for us to make love," she said, with an almost-shy smile as she began to open the buttons of his shirt. He stood, unable to move, except to tremble, as her delicate hands moved down over his muscular torso and her deft fingers opened his belt and then, with assurance beyond her years, zipped his fly open. He had gazed, awed, into her young face and realized she was old beyond both their years in the arts of love.
Her sole purpose as a woman was to please a num. and he was the man.
He couldn't believe it!
In accord with Japanese custom, he removed his shoes and wore only soft slippers on his feet. Mesmerized, he watched the beautiful Eurasian girl slowly kneel as she opened his slacks and pushed them down his muscular legs. Then her soft lingers were easing the elastic band of his shorts open, and his rigidly throbbing cock was exposed to her worshiping gaze. The tips of her fingers touched it gently, as if in wonder at its massiveness, and he realized that Oriental men were not built like Occidentals.
Unless she had been with white men before, she had never seen anything like the throbbing staff she now caressed so lovingly. He knew that she wanted it and didn't quite know what to do with its massive length and girth as she fingered it, exploring the blood-filled ridges on the underside, looking at it with child-like curiosity, and almost fear showing in her eyes. He stepped out of his slacks and his big hands tangled in her raven hair, drawing her beautifully ovaled face close to his loins. She hesitated, looking up at him, her almond-shaped eyes wide even as her fingers played on him, trailing down to the heavy, sperm-laden sac that enclosed his throbbing testicles. The sight of her kneeling so subserviently before him was enough to almost blow his mind.
"You are so, so big!" the lovely Eurasian girl whispered.
"Where I come from that's supposed to be good."
"I will be goddamn good for you," she said, laughing softly. "If we make love my way." She squeezed his hardness and pumped it slowly, her breath flowing hotly over the bursting, mushroom shaped tip as he trembled above her and tried to shove it between her wetly parted lips. But she drew back and let it slide slowly over the satin-smooth flesh of her cheeks, with only the tip of her flickering tongue touching him, exciting him as he had never been aroused before. She bent lower and laved hint' with the flat of her tongue, licking up the underside of his impatiently pulsating cock, wetting him, making his male flesh glisten with her saliva, as her delicate fingertips teased his cum-filled balls.
From time to time she swiftly raised her passion-soft face and brushed the throbbing, massive glans lightly with her wet lips, the spear of her tongue teasing the slit of her head, only to drop her head lower and suck one of his balls into her warm, wet mouth and play with it with teeth and tongue until he felt he was going to scream. Her long, black hair cascaded over the ivory flesh of her shapely shoulders and he could feel the rigid, elongated nipples of her firm young breasts brushing against the thick, curling hair which covered his heavy thighs as her beautiful face burrowed and sought the musky male scent from his throbbing loins. From the head of his almost-bursting cock came drops of pale pre-seminal fluid that smeared and glistened on her cheeks as Taikiko sighed and whimpered in pleasure at having so much of a man to make love to.: Her soft, wet lips slid up the length of his bursting rod of flesh and began to kiss the lust-swollen cock-head, and she whispered softly as she caressed him orally.
Standing spraddle-legged above her, it was all John Stacy could do to restrain himself from grabbing her dark-tressed head and jerking her face up and ramming his thick rampant cock so deep into her slender throat that she would choke on it as he pumped into her lovely young face, fucking her mouth like a cunt and lewdly sent his hot churning sperm down over her tonsils and into her sleek young belly. But suddenly she was drawing back, still kneeling before him, still holding tightly to his pulsing spear of flesh that was now thoroughly wet and glistening with the fluids of her lips and tongue.
"You are ready to be sucked now," the lovely girl said.
"Christ, I'm gonna cum in your mouth until you can't eat for a week!" he had exploded.
"There is something you will like much better," she said teasingly. "If you can stand it ... if you can hold yourself back from cumming." Again the Eurasian girl had smiled, amorally yet shyly. "I will gladly take your cum in my mouth ... but I think you will like what I am planning much more."
"I'm not a coward," John said, grinning as she lingeringly began to kiss the head of his cock again, as if she couldn't get enough of it. "What do you want me to do?"
"Lie on the bed," she instructed. "Be a statue. I am going to suck you for a long, long time ... like no woman has ever sucked you. Do not move, no matter what. Just lie still and let me make love to you ... until I tell you to move. Do you think you can do that?"
"Getting into a mouth like yours, I'm not making any promises," he said. "But let's try it!"
Taikiko laughed softly and pushed him back onto the low bed. In an instant, she was nakedly poised over his loins, her dark shining hair sweeping between his spread thighs, her full sensuous lips open wide as her tongue flicked down to lick the droplets of semen forming at the head of his eagerly throbbing cock. With unbelievable delicacy she licked at it and then, her reddened young lips opening wide, she sucked his lust-swollen cock-head into the soft, wet cave of her mouth. Her lips closed tightly about it like an elastic band, and her cheeks hollowed as she began to suck. The tiny tip of her hot little tongue swirled wetly over the sensitive, satiny surface of the blood-engorged organ. Her soft eyes opened wide, as if she was surprised by the size of it, and looked unwaveringly up into his eager face.
Slowly, tantalizingly, she began to draw his thick pulsing hardness deeper and deeper into her straining face. He saw her cheeks draw in, felt her tongue swirling over the length of him, wetting him as she devoured his penis with agonizing slowness. He felt it moving along her gulping tongue, over the sharp ridges of her tiny white teeth.
He'd had more blow jobs than he could remember, but none like this. The other girls, mostly whores, had done nothing more than get the head inside reluctant lips and gulp at it. This beautiful creature wanted all of him, every inch, and she was in no hurry to make it end. He could hear her begin to moan softly as his long hard cock penetrated deeper and deeper into her seeking, warmly sucking mouth.
Lightly, her fingernails began to scrape over the trembling flesh of his hard-muscled belly and down to his thighs and back again. He remembered her admonition to remain still as a statue and let her do everything, and he sensed that if he violated her instructions, he would wind up with just another blow job maybe the best he'd ever find, but not all she had in mind.
So he controlled himself and looked down in the dim light at her lovely Japanese face being lewdly contorted by the massive length and thickness of his penis as it sank deeper and deeper into her throat.
Taikiko gagged as the bulbous head pressed against her tonsils. She clutched him tightly and felt the hot, sperm-laden heaviness of his scrotum, and he could see her throat muscles straining. Suddenly they relaxed and with an urgent plunging of her head she absorbed him past her tonsils, until the hard pulsing thickness of him was unbelievably filling her slender throat. Her oral passage was so filled with his rigidly throbbing flesh that she couldn't possibly breathe through her throat, and he saw her nostrils flaring as she sought for breath. Her delicate hands fluttered under his tight-clenched buttocks and drew his loins up even closer to her lust-contorted face as she moaned softly in deep lewd pleasure at having the entire massive length of him in her mouth. Rhythmically, her cheeks began to contract and expand as she sucked his penis, slowly, her tongue beginning to work around the length of his hardness again, her lips pulling on him so urgently they almost hurt, despite their softness.
"Goddamn!" John gasped "Oh. Goddamn!"
He wanted to reach down and grab her raven-tressed head and grind it into his seething genitals, but restrained himself as her dark eyes found his. She seemed to be moaning something around the thick shaft of male flesh buried in her mouth, and he decided this was so good, he wasn't going to do anything that might interrupt it. So he did nothing except reach down to run his strong fingers through the silky obsidian of her long hair and admire the way it sprayed over the pale ivory flesh of her back as she kneeled eagerly and subserviently over him.
And suddenly he was glad that he had held back, because the beautiful Eurasian girl then did something he would not have thought humanly possible.
Somehow, she opened her straining lips even wider as her teasing fingertips slowly lifted his nearly-exploding balls and rolled them playfully.
Gulping, she pushed first one, and then the other into the soft wet redness of her mouth. Her lips closed over them, and it seemed like she was attempting to swallow his genitals entirely.
Moaning in pleasure, she lay over his widespread loins, sucking steadily, breathing heavily through her flaring nostrils. With her sharp fingernails, she lightly teased his perineum, the ultra-erogenous bit of flesh between the base of his scrotum and his anus until he was sure he was going to explode every drop of hot sperm in his cum-filled testicles into her eagerly sucking mouth right then!
Against his will, he began to writhe on the bed under her urgent oral caress, his legs splaying wide.
Suddenly, he felt her hand moving between the spread cheeks of his ass, seeking the tight puckering ring of his anus. Her fingertip swirled and twirled and thrust upward into him, and her teeth teasingly bit into the thick base of his cock as she began to suck harder. He felt the soft palm of her hand against the sweating cheeks of his hard buttocks as her out-stretched middle finger pushed deeper and deeper into his expanding back channel, making him want to cum and cum like he had never cum before, spill his white hot sperm deep into her greedily gulping throat fitted around his cock's length like a wet velvet glove.
Ten times he felt her finger fuck up into his rectum and heard the palm of her hand smack hard against his clenching ass cheeks before the girl was satisfied that she had brought him to the desired point of arousal. And then her finger moved so slowly he could hardly feel it. John could still not believe that she had been able to take all of his penis and testicles into her mouth, but his eyes told him this was so. And she had a finger sunk deliciously deep in his rectum, while with her thumb she was tantalizing his perineum. Her other hand was slowly gliding over the hard muscles of his chest and belly, her fingertips tangling in his body hair. He could hear soft moans of pleasure coming from her widely-ovaled lips, as she sucked and nibbled and twirled her hot little tongue around the entire length of his wildly pulsating cock and sucked on his lust-inflated balls.
Her right hand moved up his chest, then brushed over his face, and her fingers snapped before his eyes. She waved the hand at him, and suddenly he caught her meaning. She had on a wristwatch, and wanted him to take note of the time. It was eight minutes after two in the morning. He looked down into the dark pools of her passion-drenched eyes and nodded.
She began to suck him again in the most tantalizing way he could imagine. All he could feel was the soft, wet warmth of her lips, the tantalizing laving of her tongue along the length of his rampant hardness and over the burning mass of his balls. And the slender finger that played in the moistly flexing depths of his anal passage.
Groaning softly, he lay back and closed his eyes and luxuriated in the sensations.
It was almost hypnotic. He seemed to drift forever under the beautiful girl's languorous oral and anal lovemaking, until suddenly he felt a sharp pain in the nipple of his left breast. Jerking partially upright, he saw she had it firmly grasped between her long, curved fingernails. Her mouth still full of his lust-swollen cock, she held up her wrist for him to see the watch again.
Four-ten ... she had been sucking and playing with him two full hours ... MORE! Jesus Christ!
With a sigh, she withdrew her outstretched finger from his tightly puckering anus with a soft sucking sound even as she released his balls from between her tender, love-swollen lips. Slowly, her ovaled mouth drew up the still-erect length of his cock, covering the wet tip with little kisses and licks of her pointed, spearing tongue.
"You liked?" she said.
"I loved."
"Now it is my turn."
Misunderstanding, he moved to draw her up on the bed and slide his face down between her slender legs, positioning himself to spear his willing tongue into the soft, hair-fringed slit of her tight young pussy. Her oral ministrations to him had made her wet there. The soft pink layers of succulent flesh glistened with her body juices and were distended with the heated blood of her arousal. He inhaled the sweet female scent of her pussy and wanted to bury his face between her soft ivory thighs, thrust his hot hungry tongue wetly into the delicate lips of her flexing young cunt, make her squirm and squeal in multiple orgasms.
But, laughing, Taikiko spun away from him with the grace of a cat. She knelt on all fours in front of him, writhing and wriggling her knees wide apart, so the expanding and contracting lips of her hair-fringed pussy were before his eyes, and just above them ... the puckered rose of her tight little anus. She lowered her torso until her firm young breasts were squashed flat on the mattress and her delicate hands were pressed to either side of her face.
The ivory-hued moons of her smoothly rounded buttocks swayed enticingly before John's face and he grasped the soft flesh with both of his big, hard hands, spreading her genitals wide to his lewdly-staring eyes. He could see the pink pulsing passage of her vagina nestled between her flexing cunt lips and at the apex, the dewy bud of her already hardened clitoris. It seemed to be begging for attention. She writhed and moaned in wanton invitation as his powerful fingers kneaded her ass-cheeks, and she began to rock back toward him on her knees, opening herself even wider to his carnal explorations.
With thumbs and fingers, he slowly spread the moistly throbbing lips of her steaming young cunt even farther open and heard her moaning in anticipation of what was to come. Roughly, he jerked her hips even higher. Suddenly, unable to restrain himself, he plunged his face into the glistening dampness of her cuntal cleft, his tongue burrowing, flicking like the tongue of a snake along the delicious folds of her warmly perfumed pussy, savoring the sweet, heady taste of her cuntal juices. He felt her jerk back in a spasm against his oral caress, and he roughly spread her ass-cheeks and thighs even wider in order to gain greater access as the naked girl writhed and moaned and cried out softly in Japanese. His hot tongue-tip located her closely-guarded clitoris and teased it to burning hardness, and then he drew the little column of ultra-sensitive flesh in between his lips, sucking and nibbling it even as he licked, feeling her voluptuously kneeling body tremble and jerk uncontrollably as she bucked back to his lewdly-gulping mouth.
"Aaaaaauuuuuugggggghhhhhh!! ! " she cried out, so loudly he was sure her parents would come running. "Oooooooh ... my pusseeeeeee!"
She twisted and bounced on the bed, tossing her head, making her hair spray like glistening blue-black paint down over the dark-ivory column of her back, her smooth naked buttocks jerking wildly against his face. He grabbed her sensually flaring hips and tried to hold her still so he could spear his eager tongue deep up into her dripping cuntal opening, but it was like trying to hold a snake. She humped and ground against him with more fury than he imagined was possible, gasping and crying, arching her back, twisting her head far around to look at his burrowing face.
Deep inside her, the volcano of her loins began to erupt in a way she had never dreamed possible. The intensity of it racked every muscle and nerve in her nakedly straining young body. It seemed like molten lava was exploding from her womb and gushing down her cuntal canal, so hot it would forever sear the face of the handsome young American who was doing this to her. Nothing quite like it had ever happened before...
Taikiko was a child of two cultures, the Orient and the Occident. In her early years, before he had been absorbed by the ancient cultures of Nippon, her father had been a typical overly-protective, overly-fond American father, perhaps more protective than most because of his rough background in the armed service. He knew only too well what Yank soldiers and sailors considered foreign girls good for particularly the girls of Asia and the Orient.
Her mother, being of a different culture, had an entirely different attitude, which was probably why she had been such a satisfactory wife for twenty years. She lived to make her husband happy.
And she had strived to teach her only child that almost lost art, from her earliest days.
Taikiko had learned flower arranging and the graceful tea ceremony, and how to play the lute and sing and otherwise be pleasing to a man.
Particularly and secretly her mother had instructed her in how to please a man with her body, when the proper time came. She had been exposed to ancient books, with graphic illustrations, on the arts of love in all their complexities. By the time she was ten, she had witnessed lovemaking in all forms which could possibly be called normal. The highest-priced meaning the most skilled prostitute in Tokyo had been engaged. She had spent three months alone in showing the young girl how to take a penis into her mouth and keep it hard and hot for as long as three hours and that her anus could be the greatest source of pleasure in her entire body.
Taikiko had learned every way that thousands of years of Oriental thinking had managed to devise to FUCK.
And she was still a virgin, at the age of nineteen.
She did not desire to be any longer!
She could not count the times she had been with men and wanted them to fill her yearning young pussy with their long, iron-hard cocks. The times she had been forced to satisfy herself by sucking on their rampant penises until they were overcome with desire and spilled their thick, sweet cum into her belly while she licked and gulped and milked their throbbing testicles with her urgently-seeking hands. Or, teased beyond endurance, rolled over on her smooth, ivory-hued belly and raised her perfectly-shaped young buttocks up in invitation to them, spreading her own ass-cheeks with trembling fingers and grunting in mingled pain and pleasure as their urgent cocks thrust and jerked their way into the tight, wetly heated depths of her receptive anus and began to drill in and out of her tender young flesh, lifting her beyond the initial pain, into ecstasy as they reached their climax and spurted hot jets of churning male cum into her straining anal passage while she cried out her own orgasm, and wave after wave of sensuous pleasure swept her thrashing young body and she wept for the pure pleasure of it, but always wanting the ultimate.
Taikiko wanted to fuck!
She wanted the tight sheath of her moistly yearning young pussy filled with throbbing, pistoning male penis enough penis to reach to the hungrily quaking depths of her muscular young belly. She wanted to feel the pulsing of iron-hard male flesh in her wide-stretched pussy, feel the hot spurting jets of semen spewing into her womb while she strained and held her lover tight and cried out her carnal desire for more and more and more!
Yet this was the one thing, as an obedient child of an ancient culture, she was not supposed to experience before her marriage. Her mother had made that painfully plain, but in a way that Taikiko, a child of two vastly different civilizations, had never been quite able to grasp. Yet she bowed to her mother's will, accepting the older woman's wisdom, although not understanding.
"You are one half American," her mother told her. "It is possible you will marry an
American ... and for strange reasons of their own, Americans place a high value of virginity on a girl. They also expect all Oriental girls to be whores. To gain your husband's respect, you must come to him intact."
"Yet you told me yourself you were a bar girl when you met Dad," the confused girl had said.
"And he was just another sailor," her mother answered patiently. "Sailors don't expect much. He worked hard, and we had some luck ... so that your position is much different than mine twenty years ago."
"I could almost laugh," Taikiko replied, licking her lips. "This husband I must be so pure for. . . when he kisses me, will he ever suspect how many men I have sucked dry ... how many times I've knelt and opened my anus for a penis to give me pleasure?"
"If you are wise, he will never suspect," her mother had said.
* * *
Now, Taikiko was kneeling, her genitals lewdly open to the searching, delving fingers and tongue of John Stacy, and she could not repress her own moans of delight as she felt the wet velvet lash of his tongue sliding along the tight, hair-covered furrow of her wetly rejoicing cunt. Suddenly he was drawing back, and she felt his powerful thighs moving between hers, forcing them wider apart.
And the rubbery, bulbous head of his cock was sliding into where his tongue had just been, opening her cuntal sheath wide, searching for entry. Wildly she squirmed against him, gasping and panting, her mouth still rich with the taste of his cock that was even now becoming wetter in the secretions from her yearning pussy.
I've got to have it! she thought insanely, and in the same instant told herself, "I can't, I CANT LET HIM FUCK ME!"
"No ... noooooo ... NNOOOOOO!! ! " the lovely Eurasian girl moaned, trying to appeal to herself as much as the strong young blonde-haired man who was poised behind her, ready to impale her at any moment on his pulsing rod of lust-thickened flesh. She felt his muscular body thrust forward, and the hot throbbing knob of his cock pressing urgently into the wide-stretched lips of her virgin cunt. She gasped, "Not there ... PLEASE, NOT THERE!! ! "
"Sort of late to start playing cock-tease, after you sucked it a couple of hours, baby," he said, and thrust forward again. He felt the obstruction and blinked. He had heard of maidenheads cherries but had never found one. And this girl, the way she sucked cock, she couldn't be ... or could she? He grabbed her trembling hips and held her immobile as he pressed forward again.
Oh, she was ready she was juicy, so juicy the insides of her thighs was wet and slippery as hell. And the little mouth-like lips of her pussy were milking the head of his cock as if she was wild for it. And he knew by the way she squirmed and moaned when his hands stroked the velvet-soft flesh of her ass-cheeks that she was dying to have him bury his long hard penis in one driving lunge up into her tender young cunt. He knew Japanese girls were always tight in the pussy, but once you got it into them, they sure knew what to do with it! "It's nice and slick from your mouth ... now left get it where it belongs!"
'NNOOOOOO!! ! " the tantalized Eurasian girl screamed.
And, with an agility that was beyond belief, she was out of his clutches, spinning around on the bed, her hand deliberately smacking hard against his lust-gorged penis, her eyes which had been so softly and rapturously dark now flashing fire. She rose on her knees, her fingers forming claws that were aimed at his startled, uncomprehending face.
"I can't let you do it to me there!" Tears began to streak the olive-ivory flesh of her delicately-sculpted face. "I can't. There is a way you will like better!"
As he gaped at her in astonishment, Taikiko dove at him, her hands reaching to encompass the softening length of his cock that she had slapped so expertly to deflate instants before. Her hair sprayed over his loins as she pushed him back onto the mattress and hungrily swallowed the entire length of his penis, gulping it into her hot, avid mouth without any teasing or foreplay. She sucked furiously, milking the thick base of his staff and his balls until suddenly he was rock-hard again and pumping himself maniacally into her devouring mouth as the sounds of her urgent sucking filled the room.
Again she sprang away from him and knelt before him, the quivering moons of her ass-cheeks spread wide.
She allowed him no chance for error, no time to slide down and lick the sweet layers of her wetly clenching pussy. She reached back, grabbed his pulsating hardness and guided the saliva-coated tip to the flexing tight circle of her anus and held it there in a grip that was suddenly excruciatingly painful.
She jerked back, grinding her buttocks wildly. She twisted her head back and cried, "Get in! Get in my ass!"
At first John Stacy hadn't believed it, but the lovely girl was begging for it, straining toward him with every muscle of youth that she possessed. He reached down and grabbed her twitching ass-cheeks, spreading them wide as she gasped in anticipated pleasure. Her fingers still held the throbbing tip of his penis against the tight little "O." She panted eagerly.
The entire length of his lust-hardened rod of flesh was slick and glistening with her saliva. Beneath him, her buttocks were urgently, subserviently up-thrust, and she was holding the hard masculine spike of flesh herself, to make his entry easier. He raised into a push-up position and saw the tight rose of her anus flex open in readiness for the impending impalement.
He thrust forward and down, heard her grunt as the huge mushroom-shaped head pressed hard against her willing anal flesh until it yielded and the tight rubbery ring of her sphincter spread wide as the heavy rim of his cock-head burrowed into her tender flesh. She was hot and moist and unbelievably tight. He looked over the nakedly swaying moons of her buttocks to her face, half-obscured by the long dark hair, and saw her grimace with the initial pain of his entry, and then begin to smile as her anus stretched to accept his long thick penis. She swayed on her knees, parting them wider, and he inched up between the smooth trembling columns of her slender thighs. He flexed his cock, trying to stretch her anal opening even more, and then unable to control himself any longer jerked forward again.
"OOOOOOhhhh ... AAAAAuuuggh!! ! " Taikiko gasped.
She trembled as she felt the hugeness of his pulsing maledom drilling into her widely-stretched back passage. She had endured sodomy before, had learned to enjoy it, more for the pleasure of the man than for herself, but never had she encountered such a massive cock. She began to rock from side to side, working her ass muscles, drawing his penis deeper up into her belly by a fraction of an inch each time as she felt his fingers drawing her buttocks wide apart, preparing for a final, splitting lunge!
Suddenly, her lust-ravaged body yielded.
like a starving mouth, her anus sucked him deep inside her straining young body as her buttocks churned wildly and the warm buttery flesh rippled ahead of his reaming cock. His heavy sperm-laden balls smacked against her blood-swollen cuntal lips.
"Jesus! You're so tight that I can't believe it!" John gasped.
"Fuck!" Taikiko had gasped. "Fuck hard ... way up my ass-hole! MAKE ME FEEL YOU FUCK!! ! "
Savagely he ground into her hotly clasping rectum, his strong fingers kneading the pliant flesh of her buttocks. She was screaming in ecstasy, humping back at him like a madwoman as her ass devoured him.
"Your cunt ... I want your cunt!" he groaned.
'To cum in my cunt we must be married," the straining girl panted as she screwed back onto his thick impaling penis. "We ... don't ... know ... each other ... that. . . well!! ! ! "
The lovely Eurasian girl had been right, John realized later. With wild abandon, she had time after time opened her ass-cheeks or her mouth to his lust-swollen cock, often taking the initiative herself. She had shown him ways of making love which he had not ever thought possible.
She let him eat her cunt. . . but no more. He told her he loved her. He believed it. "Come back in a year and tell me," Taikiko said.
He had not been able to come back and had he come, he did not know whether he would have said it.
CHAPTER TWO
She had been so right ... so damn right, John thought now as he felt the motorsailer riding easily on the swells. They hadn't known each other that well. But one hell of a lot better than he knew Nona, whom he had impulsively married. Nona was the worst fuck he had ever met! She wouldn't suck, she wouldn't let him eat her, and he couldn't even begin to get a finger into her anus, let alone his cock.
Goddamned up-tight bitch!
No ... not a bitch. She was trying to be a wife. Trying her damnedest to get along with Aura Lee Talent. Trying to learn how to sail the boat. A glance at the overhead compass told him she had the Carmen on course now, despite almost no wind to fill the sails and keep steerage way. Damn boat was too round-chined to handle well. Rocking, rolling bitch but-likely good in heavy weather under davas.
"Motherfucker," John muttered in the narrow confines of the forward cabin, which was hardly large enough to have the name. A single bunk on either side, one now littered with charts and scrawled notes on the latest Coast Guard weather reports. "Miserable prick!"
"Huh?" Aura Lee Talent said, rising and turning from her position over the charts, her heavy mouth softly open as she looked at him. Her dark hair tumbled down her smooth-fleshed back. Her bare breasts jiggled as she moved, full and round and firm-fleshed, as though begging to be touched. She wore only a ribbon of bikini panties that were lost in the smooth globes of her buttocks and barely covered her pubic mound. She had a felt-tipped pen with which she had been making dots on the chart. Her full promising lips were wet and the tip of her tongue flicked over them teasingly. "You say something?"
"I said, 'Motherfucker', and 'miserable prick' and you damn well know it," John Stacy said curtly, staring hard at her. "Why don't you put some clothes on your ass?"
"I have panties on," Aura Lee said mockingly. She swung her young, perfect torso and her nakedly extended nipples brushed against his chest. "Do my tits bother you, tiger?"
Without any apparent effort, he reached out and picked her up by her long dark hair and swung her around. He shook her like a dog killing a cat and slapped her across the face, hard enough to bring the blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, and then he threw her down. He waited for her to wipe the blood from her lips before speaking.
"You've pushed your luck a little too far, Aura Lee," he said. "I already spoke to my wife. I told her she would have to get along with you. Now I tell you that you knock off all the shit. Or give your soul to God, because I'm gonna have your ass."
"Harry Carp will kill you," she said venomously as she tried to crawl away. "You're fucking nothing ... a dumb ass who got stupid and married the most frigid cunt in the world, and Harry took pity on you and gave you a job and..."
John Stacy coolly hit her again, knocking her against the bulkhead. Her soft lips turned to pulp and she choked on her own blood and tried to cover her face as he jerked her to her feet by her hair. With casual ease, he threw her the length of the cabin, caught her before she hit the deck, threw her again and until she was sobbing and trying to cover her face, although he had pulled his slaps and she wasn't hurt except for superficial cuts. John pulled her from her knees and put his hands around her throat and tightened just enough to make her gasp in genuine fright.
"Aura Lee, you listen, and you listen good," he said calmly. "If I have trouble with my wife, I will take care of it. . . you keep your shit-tongue to hell off her. As for Harry, he told me what to do with you if you got hard-nosed. I've got carte blanche to toss you over the side ... anytime ... and for any reason!"
"What?" Aura Lee gasped, suddenly filled with fear, knowing she had overstepped herself. This man John Stacy would kill her. She knew from Harry how many times he had already killed. She tried to gather her thoughts and appease him, at least long enough to get off this damn rocking, sickening boat. She wiped the blood from her lips and the tears of pain from her eyes and whispered, "What did Harry tell you?"
With a grin, John Stacy dropped his pants and kicked them away. His long thick cock sprang out, throbbing with rage-hot blood.
"Harry said to stick this up your trouble-making little ass-hole," he said ominously.
"Oh, God!" She blinked and stared, knowing that Harry Carp HAD said just those words. And now, because she had pushed him too far, John Stacy was going to do it.
She looked into his cold murderous eyes and saw no chance of mercy. This man would kill her as easily as he would swat a fly. Why he put up with his frigid bitch of a wife, Aura Lee could not understand. She stared at his huge rod of male flesh and was sure it would split her apart if he did ram it into her anal passage. One way or another, he was going to hurt her ... and if she didn't hurt enough, he would kill her and do something simple like telling Harry she fell overboard.
Aura Lee Talent knew she had only one weapon ... her beauty. For the moment, she had to bend to his whims. Later might be different. She certainly couldn't expect any help from Nona. For the first time in her life, she cried from real fear as she bent to writhe and wiggle out of her tight bikini bottom. Her fingers trembled but she finally got it off and stood naked before him. She made herself take the three steps to reach him and then lift the hot massive length of his virilely pulsing cock in her hands.
The instant she touched it, her mood changed.
She hadn't been fucked for over a week. She'd heard Nona getting it two or three times a day ... AND THE DAMN LITTLE FRIGID BITCH DIDN'T APPRECIATE IT!! ! ! !
Damn! Just to touch his rock-hard penis was turning her on!
"You'll rip me apart," she whispered as her slender fingers began to slide up and down the rigid thickness of his penis. She rolled the tight foreskin under her thumb while her other hand moved lower, through the brushiness of his pubic hair to find his sperm-laden balls and hold them. "Let me wet you ... please!"
"Baby, it goes up your tight little ass ... no matter how long you suck it." His eyes were as cold as his words.
"I know," Aura Lee gasped. "But it's too big!"
Before he could argue, she dropped submissively to her knees. Her soft lips ovaled as the pink little tip of her tongue began to lick over the blood-swollen glans, burrowing like a snake into the tiny hole at the head while her fingers urgently stroked the length of his staff and moved lower to tease the hot sac of his aroused testicles.
"Ooooh ... ooohhhhhhhh!" Aura Lee mumbled. Her hatred of the big man and what he was forcing her to do vanished the moment her hungrily gulping lips enclosed the mushroom-shaped head of his blood-heated penis. Urgently she slid her moistly sucking mouth down the entire length of his cock until his cum-laden balls touched her chin. Her hand moved behind his taut-muscled buttocks and she pulled him closer, sucking furiously now, her straining lips widening until they ached as they opened to enclose the massive base of his instrument. Her nostrils flared with the urgency of her breathing and she gloried in the strong, male scent of him. He was like a rod of hot, resilient iron deep in her urgently-sucking mouth.
Damn, but this was good!
She was almost choking the way his cock was rammed so deep into her throat, but with her swirling, seeking tongue could feel every heartbeat, every tremor of his muscular young body.
Aura Lee Talent knew what she must look like, down on her knees, sucking cock like a slave, subservient to the man.
So far, he had not touched her, wasn't even holding her wildly-bobbing head, refusing to let her know in any way that he was taking pleasure from her. The thick spike of flesh filled her mouth so hotly...
She wanted him to cum between her lips, let her taste his manhood.
If only he would touch her...
But he did nothing but stand while she knelt submissively and sucked, and Aura Lee knew he must be able to feel the urgency she was putting into her oral caress.
She realized John Stacy intended to punish her for what she had done. . . punish her, degrade her, for insulting his frigid bitch of a wife.
Through whispers which carried down the vents, she knew Nona refused to suck. She fucked only one way, the dull missionary position, and got it over with just as quickly as possible.
Nona didn't deserve a man.
Well now, she, Aura Lee Talent had Nona's man in her mouth ... and how about that?
She would replace Nona. Just to show it could be done. And once done, she would shitcan John Stacy so fast that he'd never know what hit him. The lousy son-of-a-bitch!
Eagerly now she drove her sucking lips up and down the massive length of his male flesh, drawing hard on the hotly pulsating cock, swirling her tongue around the tip of every up-stroke and feeling her coral-hued inner lips being drawn away from her teeth. Aura Lee continued until a steady ache began in her slender neck and her jaws began to pain.
Then, licking at the thick saliva which had tilled her yearning mouth and swallowing, she slowly withdrew her lips from the bulging cock and raised her face. The big man was still standing over her, not deigning to touch her.
"Please," she whispered. "It's been so long ... my mouth is getting tired. Can you cum like this ... or fuck me?"
"I told you it would be up your ass," he said.
"You could make it beautiful ... but you want to be a big bastard," she whispered as she rose from her knees. Aura Lee tossed her dark mane of hair and looked defiantly at him. "Do you want me to get down on all fours on the deck or just bend over the bunk?"
"Whatever fits your mind."
"My knees are tired." She turned and bent over the narrow bunk, parting her legs and then reaching back to spread the hot, firm globes of her tanned buttocks, revealing the tight brown circle of her anus. Her dark eyes found his, accusing, as she said, "I wet you ... son-of-a-bitch ... go into me slowly, and I'll give you the best ass-fuck you'll ever get! So hot and wet and tight you'll forget that Jap girl that Harry Carp banged before you got to her. Now, FUCK MY ASS!! ! ! "
Enraged by Aura Lee Talent's words, John Stacy took her violently. The tight ring of her anus was wet in anticipation, but she was not entirely ready.
"EEEEEAAAAUUUGGGHHHH!! ! ! " she screamed out as the thick head of his penis pressed hard against her unprepared anus. He grasped her helplessly-waving hips and held her tight and rammed against her sensitive rectal opening. The tight, rubbery sphincter yielded and she gasped, "Oooohhhhhhhh ... shit!"
He held still for a moment, until her struggling ceased and then flexed his cock in the tight ring of her anal muscle.
Aura Lee gasped again. She had never experienced anything so painful, and every time he moved, it felt like she was going to be split in half. She wanted to cry, but was determined not to give him this satisfaction.
"Damn it, get it into me!" she gasped, wriggling her tautened buttocks in invitation.
"You asked for it!"
John rammed himself up into the widespread moons of her nakedly straining ass-cheeks and heard her shriek in agony.
"Let's find out about the good ass-sucking," he said.
"I said fucking, not sucking," Aura Lee grunted out as she humped back at him. "Now fuck my ass ... and do it good enough so your little virgin girl hears me scream when I cum ... that is, if you're man enough to make me cum!"
He held her tight and rammed into her softly yielding flesh, fucking up into the tight honeyed depths of her rectum.
Nona could not help but hear the sounds from below deck, and there was no mistaking they were sex sounds.
Her, husband, her John, was doing something vile with the slut!
The mere thought of it sickened her ... and yet as she listened to the initial screams of pain slowly change to cries of carnal pleasure, she knew she had to SEE what was happening. The breeze, freshing from almost directly astern, was making the motorsailer glide easily through the gently-rising swells. The Carmen would stay on course for at least a few minutes, Nona was sure. Barefooted, she padded along the narrow decking as she heard the cries of the shamelessly aroused girl.
Above the forward cabin was a hatch into which a clear glass skylight had been built. Trembling, she made her way through the taut lines, listening to the rising wind in the straining sheets, and knelt above the hatch.
The lewd, obscene sight below was unbelievable!
Writhing, a naked Aura Lee Talent was bent over the bunk which came almost to her lips, providing a perfect flat platform for her violently-straining young body as, with her own fingers, she held her smooth buttocks wide for the perverted assault on her rectum.
John's hard, thick cock was relentlessly drilling into her wide-stretched flesh. Nona could see the soft pinkness of the dark-haired girl's anus being drawn out of Aura Lee's buttocks with every withdrawal, and then rammed brutally back in.
And the filthy slut, instead of fighting this outrage against her defenseless anal opening, was obviously an anxious partner to the vileness that was being perpetrated. Nona saw her ass-cheeks clench tightly around John's impaling spear of thick male flesh, and the glass of the hatch cover was not enough of a barrier to stop the obscene sounds of the vilest sort of fornication imaginable.
"Oh, you dirty bastard, fuck my ass with your big cock!" Aura Lee cried out. "You son-of-a-bitch, when I get a chance I'll kill you so damn dead you'll never wake up, but now fuck, fuck my ass-hole!"
Savagely, John Stacy yanked her trembling thighs further apart, reveling in the way she shook like hot jelly under his demanding screwing. Brutally he jammed one and then two fingers deep into the wetly heated tunnel of her cunt and viciously rubbed her tender clitoris with his hard-calloused thumb, listening to her scream in an animal ecstasy.
His blood-engorged cock rammed without letup into her tightly-clutching anus, spearing deep up into her quaking belly through her tender nether passage, sending rippling waves of rectal tissue ahead of its blunted head until she was grunting and thrashing in mingled pain and pleasure. His sperm-heavy balls, which his wife had never been able to drain with her immobile body, felt at the point of bursting.
This Aura Lee might be no fucking good, but she was sure good fucking maybe one of the best he'd ever find!
She was grinding back now, humping, swirling her tight young ass-cheeks to meet every vicious lunge of his lust-engorged cock, and mewling with pleasure with every stroke that buried his spear of ass-raping manhood far up into the dark steaming depths of her rectum. He felt her tight rubbery sphincter muscle clasping wantonly around the rigidity of his penis, as if she wanted to hold him inside her forever while the smooth moons of her naked buttocks bounced and jiggled with every wet slap of his belly and balls against their softness.
"Deeper, you son-of-a-bitch!" Aura Lee cried out. "Fuck deeper and harder!"
"You asked for it!"
He dropped his body over hers, his thick, muscular arms clamping with the power of a bear trap around her trembling little waist, his work-hardened fingers digging brutally into the firm young flesh of her abdomen. He held Aura Lee with all his strength while his muscular legs and thighs began to flex against her wildly-churning buttocks, driving his hot thick hardness deeper, even deeper up into her convulsing little belly. The wet slapping of flesh against naked flesh filled the small cabin. He ground his rock hard cock into her widely-stretched anus without mercy while her head came up and back and her dark mane of hair tossed wildly.
"I'm cumming ... you prick!" she cried out, ramming her ecstatically trembling ass-cheeks back against the long thick length of his penis as the liquid passion began to flow from her wetly quivering pussy, and her sorely-used anus suddenly took fire. "Aaaaaiiiyyeeeeee!! ! ! ! "
"You think that's a cum, try this!"
With his left arm still locked tight around the slenderness of her heaving belly while his lust-hardened cock continued to surge up her tight rectal passage, John used his right hand to viciously slap her trembling ass-cheeks until she cried out and yielded, opening herself even wider to his anal assault. His fingers reached into the hot juice-flushed depths of her blood-swollen cunt lips, spreading them wide. He pressed against her until his heavy, sperm-bloated balls were slick with her cum.
"Don't move your damn ass for a minute," he said.
Aura Lee felt his fingers opening her pussy even wider, stretching and hurting her tender flesh, and she began to sob. Then she felt something being pushed into her vaginal opening, slowly, something hot and heavy that was spreading her soft, straining cuntal lips, going up into her body. She had never felt anything like it in her life, and she thought she had gone through everything you could do with a man. Whatever it was felt as alive as a cock, but different. Thicker, but not so long or hard. And hot, very hot.
"What. . . what are you doing to me?" she gasped.
"I've got my cock shoved up your ass-hole ... and my balls buried in your tight little pussy," he grunted. "Now milk me!"
"Impossible!" Aura Lee gasped. She clenched her cuntal muscle and it DID feel like he had somehow managed to get his sperm-bloated testicles into her pussy. He was pressing hard against the nakedly widespread cheeks of her impaled buttocks. She wished she could look down and see if it were true, but the way their sweat-streaked bodies were so lewdly locked it was impractical. Or was it impossible? He'd stuffed something into her wetly throbbing pussy-lips ... his long rigid cock was still buried to the hilt in her tenderly-stretched rectum ... and now she could feel both his big hands gripping her hips and holding her immobile while he flexed the massive length of his thick reaming penis in her subjugated body. She raised her head and tentatively tightened her anal and cuntal muscles and then whispered, "I never heard of this! How did you ever..."
"Japanese girl showed me," he said. "Only trouble is I can't move, so you do it all. Be careful how you clamp that pussy down it feels like a bear trap now!"
"Harry said you were a tricky son-of-a-bitch, but I never expected this!" Aura Lee Talent said. "How anybody who knows such wild ways to fuck ever got him stuck with ... well, never mind!"
She put her youthful body to work, held tight over the hard bunk edge by his weight. She had long ago learned how to make her pussy and rectum milk a man dry without moving the rest of her body. Straining, she made her rippling internal muscles suck at John Stacy's genitals.
When it happened, she could still hardly believe it.
She felt his eagerly pulsating cock swelling in her wide-stretched anus, but he'd been in there so long that she had adjusted to the unnatural invasion of her tender flesh and was enjoying it. And now she could feel each of his hot, heavy balls pushed just inside the sensitive lips of her cunt.
Striving, holding her breath, she made her nakedly bent over body do his lewd, obscene bidding. His long hard cock began to jerk and his balls thickened and became hotter, swelling inside the hair-lined lips of her pussy.
"You're cumming!" Aura Lee cried out as she felt his testicles blow up like balloons at a county fair and then suddenly deflate as their load of hot, thick sperm gushed through his body, finally down the thick tube at the underside of his deeply-buried cock and into her eagerly clutching rectal passage. "Oh God, it's so hot. . . fuck me ... fuck me just a minute! I'm cumming again!"
Her body was sucking him furiously and she began to writhe and twitch in his steel-hard grasp. Emptying, his scrotum slipped from her wetly enfolding vagina and dangled down between her trembling young thighs. Then, freed from the grasp of her strangely invaded pussy, he began to fuck his cock deep up into her anal passage again as the first spuming jets of semen gushed into her wildly twitching rectum.
"Aaaauuuggggghhhhh! You bastard ... you wild-fucking bastard!" she cried out deliriously as he rammed his thick exploding penis to the hilt in her hotly clasping flesh. Aura Lee began to tremble uncontrollably, on the verge of passing out, but was revived as his big hands began to slap the churning roundnesses of her ass-cheeks, reddening her tender young flesh. She ground herself back against the savage impalement of his heatedly spurting cock as the creamy-white fluids began to gush from her wide-stretched anal opening. She gasped for breath, blinking as she blurted, "I'll kill you if I can, but damn, what a wild fuck!! ! ! ! "
On the skylight in the hatch above, Nona Stacy's tears stained the glass.
She was barely able to compose herself enough to crawl abjectly down the tilting deck of the motorsailer and return to the helm.
She was so sick at heart that she didn't even notice that the fast, powerful former Navy air-sea rescue boat had moved in close, less than three hundred yards away.
The tears which filled her heartbroken young eyes were so thick she could barely make out the vessel even as its Rolls-Royce-Merlin engines were revved up and the most blinding blue-white lights she had ever seen pinned the lumbering motorsailer. The swift-moving craft swung in an easy circle and bore down on them, its sharp bow slashing through the lazy-rolling tropical waters, throwing up a threatening bone of white surf.
"John!" Nona screamed, certain in that instant the other vessel would slice through them any second. "John! JOHN!! ! ! ! ! ! ! "
Her arms raised to shield her eyes from the brilliant, burning light, she cowered and dropped to the cockpit, awaiting an impact which would certainly be fatal.
Then, in the final seconds, Nona became aware of two separate things.
Heavy feet were pounding up the companionway ladder from up forward.
And somebody or something had splashed into the water on the dark side of the trapped, helpless motorsailer.
CHAPTER THREE
Although satiated with her sexual experience Aura Lee was determined to revenge herself upon John Stacy as she dove into the warm tropical waters, stark naked, her anus still burning from the brutal way he had used it, her lip smarting from his slap across the face.
And she would get Harry Carp too, because she believed beyond any doubt that Harry had told Stacy to use her like an animal. Holding her breath, she swam with the grace of a porpoise under the moon-glimmering surface of the sea toward the brilliant lights. For once in her life she had tried to be straight. She believed in the ancient charts, had spent more than three years finding them and the blurred history of the treasure galleons, and once she had it all together, nobody believed her. She had long ago lost count of how many men she had spread her legs for, or opened her mouth or her ass-cheeks for in the futile hope for a chance to sell them. Mighty good try, but two hundred years too late, she had finally realized. Nobody with a dime's worth of sense was putting money on the line for anything so dreamy as buried treasure.
All she'd gotten out of it was a lot of fucking, and not much of it very good.
She surfaced for a few seconds, rolling on her back, her mouth gulping for the life-giving air and dove again, deep, for in that instant she had seen the hot ASR or whatever it was coming alongside the wallowing motorsailer. Her long dark hair swayed in the currents behind her, and she felt the warm water soothing her breasts and her strained genitals.
Aura Lee Talent for the first time realized how much she had been taken, how much men had discovered and used her natural sensuality, played with her body and through it her mind.
John Stacy was a stupid or at least unfeeling man!
Harry Carp was not stupid. He had been able to use her, and he was using John Stacy and the cold-ass Nona to his own ends.
Again she surfaced, in the moon-lit dark, and saw there was action between the two boats. Aura Lee spat out water and saw there had been lines with grapples thrown between the craft and they were not drawn tight together, and several men were boarding the motorsailer, and there was a fight that might have been out of an old Errol Flynn movie. Still naked, Stacy was roaring like a wounded tiger and swinging a belaying pin. Two of the attackers went down like dead men before the sheer weight and numbers of the others overcame him.
Another was bearing Nona to the deck, hitting her across her beautiful face, jerking her long blonde hair even as she clawed at him in a futile try at defense...
* * *
John Stacy knew he had no chance. With the lights blinding him he was not even sure how many there were. They were fast-moving shapes in the night, swarming over him. He could hear Nona screaming. He could not attack, because he could not see his enemy. He did the only thing he could, backing against the bulkhead of the wheelhouse, making them come to him. His big fists flailed at the blurred shapes, one tight around a belaying pin. He felt his knuckles ram hard against flesh and heard a cry of pain and then the heavy crashing of a body on the deck below.
But there was another in the next instant, and a crushing blow came down on his left shoulder. He lost control and dropped the heavy pin, his arm immobile.
He cursed himself, knowing he had drained all his strength into that slut Aura Lee. He was spent, when he should have been able to fight half a dozen men. Something hard and sharp hit his forehead and spewing blood blinded him. He kicked with bare feet and tried to reach them with his good right hand but they knew their business.
They drove him to exhaustion, to his knees.
And then they tied him tightly with nylon line and when that was done one of them expertly put a wrestler's sleeping hold on his neck, pressing the carotid artery for five seconds, and the last thing he remembered was Nona crying out to him not to fight them...
Aura Lee Talent surfaced again, this time coming close to the big motorboat that from her point of view now looked like a battleship. It rolled easily in the gentle sea, its exhausts spurting water while the tremendous engines idled. She was in almost dark, with just the moonlight, to show her naked figure in the water if anyone happened to look. The brilliant lights were aimed at the captive motorsailer. She heard sounds of fighting and screaming, and hoped John Stacy was getting a lot of lumps. Slowly, trying to regain the energy he had fucked out of her, she swam around the two boats and her mind, brightened by the shock of her immersion in surging water, formed a plan.
The boats were lashed together, riding on the surging sea as one. Even if she had wanted to help John and Nona, there was no way she could do much, she realized. She had no weapon. She had no clothes. She could not understand the sudden attack.
But maybe she could make a deal.
Somebody up there on that big boat had one hell of a lot of clout, to go up against Harry Carp. She knew enough about boats to figure this one had cost somebody about a half million dollars.
Harry Carp had got her fucked in the ass ... she would like to meet something else, a guy with guts enough to take Harry ... and John Stacy on.
And all that beautiful bread he would have...
Dimly, she saw a figure moving aboard the power boat, and she thought that maybe if it was one person alone, and she could get aboard, she could do something. She sure as hell could not keep swimming around somewhere off the Bermuda Banks until she drowned.
"Hey, can I come aboard?" Aura Lee called out.
"What's that?"
It was a woman's voice, uncertain. The figure moved to the rail and Aura Lee could see her looking into the dark water. She could tell nothing about her appearance, except she seemed to be young and slender.
"I'm down here and I want to get the hell out of this ocean and like that, you dumb bitch!" Aura Lee called out. "Throw me a line!"
"Swim clear I'm dropping a Jacob's ladder," the other responded.
Aura Lee Talent dove deep from the surface until she heard the rattling splash of the rope ladder, and then she let herself float up. She found it on the first try and climbed, her high firm breasts heaving, turgid nipples rising as the air hit them and played over her vibrant young body. With her fingers, she combed her hair back, tossing her head and blinking her eyes to clear the salty water from them. She swallowed hard to clear her ears. And then she spoke.
"Just what the hell is going on here?"
A hand-held torch suddenly flared and she heard the voice say, "You're Aura Lee."
"If I was Jesus, I'd have been walking on the water and wouldn't have asked for a ladder." Aura Lee bent to wring the water from her hair.
"What the fuck is going on here?"
"We heard you were a tough little bitch. A foul-mouth."
"Fuck off." Aura Lee drew a deep breath, her naked breasts bouncing with the effort. She could see nothing but the light in her eyes. It blinded her. She knew there was no place to go except over the side, and then swim a hundred miles, and that would be impossible. "Whoever the hell you are, fuck off!"
"You're so beautiful when you get mad..." the voice behind the light said. "Stacy treated you like an animal."
"What would you know?"
"We heard it all. We heard him make you bend over and take his miserable hard prick up your ass. We heard him hurt you. Ram you and ram you and ream . . : beat you until your mouth was bleeding, and then make you get down on your knees and suck his filthy prick and take it in your ass ... we came to rescue you, Aura Lee!! ! ! " There was a long, soft sigh which somehow carried over the surging of the sea. "And you are so beautiful, naked this way..."
"You're a lesbian," Aura Lee whispered. "You are?"
"You sound like you never met one." She heard a sigh and the flashlight wavered. "Well, you will! As soon as your friends are taken care of. Now, go below, you pretty darling and your sweet cunt, or I'll have to make you...
What the hell have I let myself in for now? Aura Lee wondered. Here I am dripping naked with a lesbian that sounds like a real mean bitch while a bunch of pirates boards the Carmen ... Then the answer came to her. They wanted her charts, the notes it had taken her three years of eye-burning searching to compile. That had to be the reason!
Well, they'd play hell getting them! They were so well hidden aboard the Carmen that nobody was going to find them without taking the boat apart. Even John Stacy had no idea of where they were ... so far, they had stayed away from the area off the Bahamas where she thought the treasure would be found, and everything was on 16-millimeter film stashed in a most unlikely place, one where nobody would ever think to look.
Aura Lee Talent had put the film inside a penis-shaped electric vibrator and casually stowed it in a locker along with her other personal things. Most of the material she had committed to memory as she compiled it, and when she wanted to check something, it was only a matter of moments to thread the film into a viewer. She knew it had driven Stacy off his rocker, trying to find the thing ... he knew she couldn't keep it all in her head...
But now firm female hands were grasping her, pushing her through a hatch and down a ladder as she heard sounds of fighting from the other boat.
In the dim light of a disordered cabin she had a glimpse of a tall, slender woman, youngish, probably no more than thirty, with flowing red hair. She was handsome rather than beautiful, with high cheekbones, a full sensuous mouth, flashing dark eyes of a greenish hue and nostrils which flared with desire and barely-leashed passion when the eyes slowly moved, inch by inch, over Aura Lee's nakedly dripping female figure. She wore a wrap-around-skirt that hid her golden thighs about six inches above the knees, and a thin shirt, the buttons open to a point well below the firm, conical breasts with the nipples hardening so quickly with prurient desire.
"I'm Vallie," she said, her voice cold. "I've watched you for weeks, and I want you. I'm going to fuck you crazy with my tongue, and if you fight it, I'll turn you over to Mister Lum and the rest of his crummy crew, and when they get through with you, you'll be begging me to do all kinds of things to make you feel better."
"Oh, God..." Aura Lee whispered. This was beyond belief! In all her sensual escapades, she had never been touched by a woman and she sensed this tall, auburn-haired beauty could be more deadly than any man. But if she was a lesbian, what was she doing with a crew of cutthroats, committing an act of piracy? She whirled toward the ladder, but the other girl was too fast. She felt herself grabbed by the hair and effortlessly thrown to the deck and a slender foot mashed down on her heaving breasts. For the first time in her life she knew real, gut-clenching fear as she looked up into the beautiful, lust-filled face. Sensuous lips grinned down at her around perfect white teeth and she said, "Why . .--. ? "
"I'll let you up. . . you crawl over to that bunk and I'll tell you." As Aura Lee crept away and up onto the bunk, the other went on. "We're on a treasure hunt. . . Mister Lum and me and a few who don't count. You advertised your maps too well, baby."
"When Harry Carp hears ... " Aura Lee began.
"Harry won't do anything but make a deal." The redhead calmly lit a cigarette. "After all, Mister Lum and his crew will be doing most of the work ... and Mister Lum is a lot better set up to do it with this boat than Stacy could ever do with that leaky tub you've been sailing around in." She dropped into a chair and waved the cigarette around the confines of the cabin, which smelled of men and sweat. "This boat is combat ready. It has machine guns, bazookas, limpet mines, and everything in the way of electronics. We sat and roared when you were getting fucked in the ass, because that Carmen has been bugged for weeks and we heard every grunt and gasp and sigh and moan ... you do like it that way, don't you?"
Aura Lee could only drop her face into her hands and try to finger away the tears of anger and frustration. In the few minutes, her initial fear had dissipated. Now she was furiously angry. But she knew she could not make a move yet.
But somehow, in the end, she would fuck them all.
John Stacy, who had beaten her and sodomized her.
Harry Carp, who had given her body to him. Nona, for her damn superior purity. This lesbian Vallie.
It was one thing to be subjugated by a man, but to take crap from another woman who wanted only her body that was worse.
The one thing she could not do at this moment, Aura Lee realized was fight. When the time came she would strike, and strike to kill and maim ... but not yet. Slowly she raised her beautiful tear-stained face and spoke.
"Maybe we could make a deal?"
"What kind of deal?" Vallie said, watching like a cat considering a mouse. "What can you offer?"
"What you people think is worth piracy," she said, with a gesture toward the sounds of fighting still coming from the other boat. "There's nothing aboard there you need except my charts and notes."
"Keep talking."
"I want mine out of it I don't care how I get it."
"How much."
"Half."
"Ten percent."
"Get fucked, you lesbian bitch!"
Vallie only laughed as she stubbed the cigarette out and said, "We know Harry only put you in for twenty and you know Harry is a damn thief." She dropped her skirt to stand naked, then moved to the bunk and her hands came down like claws on Aura Lee's cool wet flesh. Aura Lee allowed herself to be pressed back on the smelly mattress, let Vallie glue her moistly parted lips to her own, allowed her mouth to open to admit Vallie's salaciously searching tongue. Despite herself, she felt immediate desire rising as the lesbian's skilled fingers rolled her hot nipples to burning hardness, and she moaned against the sucking lips even as Vallie pressed between her legs, splaying them wide, and slid over her body, mounting her as a man might, so their pubic mounds were pressed tight together, their hair-lined cunt lips opening. She could actually feel the extended shaft of Vallie's abnormally large clitoris rubbing against hers as the redhead began a smooth rocking motion above her, their bellies sliding together, and Vallie sucked on her tongue like it was a soft, wet cock. Against her will, for she had never yielded to anything like this before, Aura Lee opened legs wide and then locked them around Vallie's lewdly-surging buttocks ramming her pelvis hard up against the tantalizing bush of Vallie's heatedly pulsing clitoris.
The redhead's hands left her warmly tingling breasts and locked around her trembling body, and Aura Lee realized their firm-fleshed breasts were pressed tightly together, flattening, nipples rubbing erotically against nipples. A fire swept through her loins and she reached down, over the soft pliant swell of the lesbian's hips to cup the churning mounds of her buttocks and pull them tighter to her.
This woman in her urgently-clasping arms was the enemy.
But she was so much better than that brutal son of a bitch John Stacy or Harry Carp had been.
Aura Lee sucked frantically at the long, wet, probing tongue that was plunging between her eager lips, groaning around it as saliva filled her mouth. She bit and tasted blood and felt fingernails rake her nakedly straining flesh in passion.
"Oooooooohhhhh ... Nooooooo...! ! ! " she moaned.
"Oh, now you're crying for it," the other whispered, pulling her mouth away, quickly sliding lower on the bunk to capture the taut-nippled tip of one of Aura Lee's breasts in her moistly heated lips. She sucked in deep into her devouring mouth and nibbled with sharp white teeth while the tip of her skilled tongue teased the rubbery peak. The response was immediate, as her nipples hardened, becoming longer, and Aura Lee continued to moan with her belly churning eagerly, fucking up toward the teasing length of Vallie's hardened clitoris. Her wide-splayed thighs trembled, the muscles cording, and her sensually aroused body jerked in a frenzy of passion. Abruptly, Vallie pulled her mouth away from the full firm mound of Aura Lee's breast and moved lower. Her tongue was like wet fire on the fevered flesh of the excited naked girl. The redhead raised her beautiful face for a moment and said, "Now I'm going to eat your cunt, darling. You'll see how it's supposed to be done."
"Nooooo ... please..." Aura Lee managed to say.
Vallie's auburn hair sprayed over her belly and down between her straining legs. The wet, flicking pink tip of her tongue slid along the slender line of hair which edged the tight furrow of Aura Lee's wetly grinding cunt. For a moment, the brunette was immobile.
And then she felt her tender, most sensitive flesh being delicately parted, and the hot, probing spear of Vallie's tongue sliding up and down, laving her burning flesh, running the entire length of her incredibly tingling pussy opening until finally it twirled around the aroused bud of her clitoris, and the soft lesbianic lips enclosed the organ that was so much like a tiny penis and sucked hard while the searching tongue continued to tantalize her, drive her to a trembling peak of forbidden ecstasy.
Aura Lee abruptly lost all strength to fight the unnatural love making of the ravenous redhead. Her hopelessly aroused body jerked and rolled and twitched as the tantalizing tongue swirled like velvet lightning across her hotly throbbing cuntal lips. Now she felt the slender female fingers spreading her ass-cheeks wide, sliding under them to draw her undulating pussy up higher. And then ... the long wet tongue darted deep up her twitching cuntal canal, swirling like a snake, boring hotly and wetly into her passion-seared vagina. Her surrender came in an instant.
She clamped her trembling soft thighs tightly around Vallie's burrowing face and fucked up to her hot mouth as her cuntal muscles drew on the invading tongue. The excited brunette was barely able to gasp out her next words.
"Eat me ... oooooohhhh, eat meeeee ... put your finger in my ass-hole!"
She heard Vallie's moan of victory even as the redhead's tongue was fucking deep up into the quivering depths of her cunt. She reached down and with her own hands spread the thrashing cheeks of her ass wide, and gasped with pleasure as first one, then two, and finally three, fingers slid deep into the sweating depths of her rectum. She began to ride the redhead's fingers as she heaved her wetly gushing pussy up to the all-consuming mouth, and her hands tangled in the long, dark red hair which was spraying across her naked loins.
And, somewhere in the distance, she heard that cold-cunted Nona yelling at somebody not to fight.
* * *
They had Nona too. John Stacy, helplessly bound, saw his young, innocent too innocent wife held by rough swarthy men as he regained consciousness. His vision was blurred as the blood pumped back to his blacked-out brain, and he strained without hope against the cutting nylon cord which bound his wrists to his ankles tightly up behind his back. He tried to focus his eyes on them, tried to speak, but was too weak to say anything. The figures swam and dissolved and gradually became clearer. They were holding Nona, two of them in strong, professional grips, thumbs and fingers digging into nerve centers in her back and neck.
Her eyes were showing more pain than he knew she should be feeling. The holds were numbing and incapacitating, but, for himself, they would not have been painful. He knew Nona was not one to cry without reason, yet her wide eyes were streaming tears as she looked at him.
And there was something strange in the look, something that didn't belong in this situation. He sensed the pain she felt was coming from inside her beautiful young body, not from the grasping fingers that were now beginning to roam over her sensitive flesh while the men who held her grinned and chuckled.
Then it came to him she must have heard, maybe even seen, the lewd spectacle he had engaged in with that sexy slut Aura Lee.
And where the hell was Aura Lee? The whoring little bitch! She had provoked and tantalized him when he should have been on the alert for trouble. And now she, somehow, had hidden herself.
He knew she couldn't hide forever out on the rising sea, but, for now, she was out of it while he and Nona were wrapped up like kittens in a sack, waiting to be thrown into a river. He silently cursed her and managed to pick out the man he thought must be the leader.
This was a lean, dark-tanned sandy-haired man with a hawkish profile. Stripped to the waist, he showed taut shoulder and belly muscles. His arms were not overly large, not heavy muscled, but John Stacy had seen this type before. Those long arm muscles would have the strength and resiliency of spring steel. His hips were snake-lean. He wore bell-bottom navy dungarees cinched tight so the bulge of his genitals was unmistakable. He was barefoot apparently his only garment was the sea-faded dungarees. At his waist he wore a fighting knife, and over his left shoulder was slung an automatic pistol maybe a 9mm Walther in a Berns-Martin holster, the fastest draw you could buy anywhere. His fingers were long and slender, suggesting he might have the ability to play a piano or violin expertly. He tossed his head, making the long, pliant hair spray water, and coolly regarded his captives, smiling lewdly as he saw Nona's proud young breasts bared from the efforts of her struggle.
"I am called Mister Lum," he said in a voice which might have been British but sounded more to Stacy like those he had heard in Australia ... and, if this guy was an Aussie, it meant he would be tough and mean. "The full name is Davey Lumbarton, if that means anything."
"I'll remember that when I order a tombstone for you."
"What the hell do you want?" Stacy demanded. "You want to steal the Carmen? All right, you've got her stolen, but she's a miserable tub. She doesn't belong to me ... let me take my wife and the other girl aboard in the life raft. . . we'll settle the account when I find you."
Mister Lum laughed mockingly as he said, "You're right, she is a miserable tub. Harry Carp always buys cheap and sells dear. As far as I'm concerned, I'd just as soon open the sea-cocks and scuttle her now."
"You know Harry Carp?"
"Of course. I know Harry Carp. And he knows me. I take great joy in fucking Harry Carp's mind." He puffed the slender cigar and thoughtfully regarded the growing ash at the tip.
"Who wouldn't? Stacy, I have nothing against you or your pretty bride ... we hoped to take you without trouble, but you were difficult. In fact, you killed a good man with your fist one punch caught him in the throat and broke it. Well, no offense taken. We might just get on well if you do what I ask."
"Go piss up a rope."
"That's not a reasonable attitude," Mister Lum said mildly. "But I didn't expect one at first. Now, Harry Carp is a pure prick, which you know. You and I are working class, and might do well together. I know your record. I will give you what you Yanks call a piece of the action ... if you cooperate. As good or better a piece as Harry promised you."
"I still don't know what the hell you want."
"I want those charts and notes Aura Lee collected." he dropped the cigar stub on the deck and ground it to ashes with his bare, calloused foot, seeming not to feel the heat. "Now, let's get to it. I've ten times the boat you have. Quite heavily armed. Anything you can do I can do much better. I do want those charts."
"I don't have the charts," John Stacy said truthfully. "Aura Lee gives me compass headings, and we turn on the electronics and go ... and that's all."
"Oh, we've been tracking you, and we pick up your soundings, and you've been wandering," Mister Lum said. "Laying a false trail. You haven't enough crew to do anything about recovering treasure if you did find any, but we know Harry Carp is sending more men."
"Then go talk to" Harry."
"We don't have time, Stacy," Mister Lum said, his face now cold. "So we have to take you and your wife and get those charts and see if there's anything to them. From what Aura Lee was spreading around, there could be."
"Talk to Aura Lee," Stacy shot back, his blood rising as he saw strange dark hands straying over his wife's golden breasts as she was held down on a bunk. He could see her cringe at the contact at touches he had been unable to make her accept and was filled with rage. "She's aboard somewhere ... go find her ... I don't give a damn what you do with her!"
"Rather a callous attitude from a man who, only an hour ago, was fucking her ass-hole and pushing his balls into her cunt and making her like it."
"You son of a bitch!" Stacy raged. Straining against his bonds on the cabin deck of the motorsailer, he managed to catch Nona's eyes. She was pressed back against the bulkhead, her young, conical breasts completely naked now, her hands tied so she was defenseless as one of the men kneaded the soft, throbbing mound and sucked the distended nipple. He could see her belly heaving and her pelvis jerking, the soft, golden cunt hairs showing at the rim of her shorts, undulating in a way it had never heaved when he had made love to her. By God! She was even wet her pussy was flowing with the juices of anticipation as the two strange men stroked and caressed and kissed her. He saw her lips part to suck on the tongue of the second man as his dark fingers slid wantonly up and down the smooth inner flesh of her thighs!
No, this couldn't be happening. NOT WITH NONA! And yet, in front of his unbelieving eyes, it was.
They were mauling her like an animal, and she was yielding to them, even parting her sleek young thighs wider to allow the seeking fingers greater access to her warm secret flesh that no one but himself had ever touched before. He bellowed, "NONA! NONA!"
She wrenched her mouth away from the man who was kissing her, bruising her soft lips, and her husband saw the long red tongue slide from between them, glistening with saliva. She dazedly looked toward him, coughed softly, and said in a low voice:
"I saw you ... doing it to her. I heard it all ... and if I'd had a gun I'd have killed myself!"
Docilely, she opened her mouth to let the delving hot tongue spear between her lips again and deep into her throat, sliding wetly over her own tongue, twining with it and sucking. She was filled with revulsion at the image of what she must look like, unable to escape, tied like a white slave and bent to their will.
If only John had been more alert, more intent on his business ... he might have been topside with a rifle to defend her from this terrible sacrilege.
She realized he was sorry now, but it was too late. He was trussed up like a pig at a county fair. And they would use her to make them capitulate yet she, herself, knew he could not give them what they wanted.
Only Aura Lee Talent could do that ... and where was she?
So they would use her body ... humiliate and degrade her ... maybe she wasn't an innocent victim, she probably should have been more yielding and eager with her young husband ... but that was all academic now.
Now all she could feel was the hot tongue spearing into her mouth, the eager fingers pulling her shorts down over her buttocks, down her long legs, and the hardness of a man's warmly pulsating penis slipping back and forth between her thighs.
CHAPTER FOUR
"For God's sake, leave her alone!" John pleaded as he saw his young, beautiful wife being mauled like a street whore. "If you want the maps, find Aura Lee she has them stashed somewhere aboard, but neither of us knows where!"
At this the sardonic slender man only laughed before saying, "Stacy, you're asking us to believe Harry Carp would outfit you with this boat and turn you loose to sail the seven seas with his cunt without you knowing where you were going? I know Harry Carp. He'd never trust a woman that much ... particularly one like Aura Lee. She's just the kind who'd take his boat and money and then hook up with someone like me and go away with the whole thing."
"So find her," Stacy muttered helplessly. He ceased to struggle against his bonds, realizing it only made them tighter, the way the knots had been tied. His only hope of coming out of this was to free himself in some way. "You sons of bitches take your hands off my wife and search this damn tub and find Aura Lee ... get it out of her! I won't fight you." He gritted his teeth and said, "No matter what you do to me, or to Nona, you're wasting your time. And damn it, she's only a kid ... she's not used to this sort of thing ... you'll kill her if you keep at her like that!"
Mister Lum, who was known by no other name because, to his eternal mortification, his Quaker missionary parents had given him the names Friend Edgar, only grinned lewdly as he looked to the squirming figure of the tousled blonde, who was moaning and tossing in what might be agony but looked more like suddenly-discovered ecstasy to his experienced eyes. The bugging devices he had managed to plant aboard the motorsailer had worked well enough to know how much of a cold fish she was with her new husband damn, he didn't blame Stacy, a bull of a man for banging Aura Lee when he had the chance.
Now two of his men had Stacy's wife stripped naked, and their hands were sliding eagerly over her voluptuous young body, pinching and stroking and pressing the soft, full curves of her breasts and her hips and the smooth mound of her belly and even caressing the tight, hair-fringed furrow of her tight little cunt. He could see she was flowing heavily already, the juices running from her pussy in gleaming streaks.
She was ready to fuck, and the sounds she was making around the lewdly-delving spear of the mulatto's tongue said she felt much more desire than fear now. He knew something about her that her husband had never discovered, and he had first seen her close less than an hour ago.
This beautiful young cunt wanted to be subjugated, hurt. Not severely hurt, but enough to bring out the wildness that was in her and every woman, give her an excuse to turn on and really enjoy her body.
Enjoy her body and men. A lot of men!
Well, he would arrange it.
"Manuel! LeRoi!" he called out sharply, his Aussie accent gone now, his words cutting like knives, bringing the lust-driven men to an immediate halt in their slow ravishment of the young girl. He continued to speak, now in a pidgin tongue which to John Stacy sounded somewhat like the Cajun French of the Louisiana bayous, but he could only pick up an occasional word, barely enough to get the drift of it, but the gestures which accompanied the harsh command made the meaning clear.
The men were to tie Nona across the bunk but leave her genitals easy to reach. If Stacy didn't cooperate, they would all fuck her into a mass of quivering jelly. And while they were about it, there had to be some liquor aboard, and it was long past time for splicing the main brace, so find some. There must be good Demerara rum, the near-black 151 proof stuff. And then they could search every inch of the stinking, rolling motorsailer and produce Aura Lee Talent.
John Stacy saw, gratefully, that Nona understood only a few of the words and gestures. He could do nothing yet to help her through what she was going to have to endure, but if it came one thing at a time, and she didn't have to anticipate every indignity, it might be easier for her.
And ten cases of the potent rum were aboard. If they would drink enough of it, he might have a chance to free himself and fight them. He felt his strength returning. He could not speak to Nona, only plead with his eyes for her to endure what was going to happen to her.
She deliberately looked away from him and wantonly wriggled her naked young body at her captors.
Nona trembled in excitement and fear as the two men stretched her face down over the bunk, pinioning her wrists and ankles. She cried silently, wondering if she should blame herself for this predicament. If she had been the woman her husband wanted he wouldn't have-wouldn't have fucked! Aura Lee in such a loathsome way, putting his penis into her anus and even his balls into her vagina! And if that had not happened, he might have been topside and somehow prevented all this, although she didn't see how it might really have been possible. There were too many of them. She thought of how she must look, naked and manhandled by these half-civilized brutes, subject to anything they might think of to do with her, and the vision brought an involuntary twinge of anticipatory pleasure deep in her loins even as she tried to struggle free of their lust-hot hands.
Lengths of quarter-inch nylon line bound her wrists and ankles. Straining, she found the knots only became tighter when she fought them. She had been given enough rope so she could get to her knees on the bunk, and onto her elbows. But to strive for more freedom of movement only brought pain and the numbness of her blood circulation being cut off.
And the tall, lean man called Mister Lum was playing with her helplessly-restrained body now, his fingers moving over her quaking flesh, testing it, tweaking the nipples of her full firm breasts as they swayed heavily beneath her heaving torso, setting her on fire with his mere touch.
She wept to think that if she had to be degraded this way, it was a stranger, not her husband, who would do it to her!
"By God! I never saw such a beautiful ass!" Mister Lum said, as the others left her and he moved close to finger her helpless body. He grinned lewdly over at John Stacy and said, "I'm going to do you a big favor. I know how cold this one is. I'm going to fuck her so crazy she'll beg for cock anyway she can get it in the future ... and then, if you don't give trouble, I'll let you have her back. She'll be the wildest fuck you can imagine!"
John Stacy's face went scarlet with rage as he watched Mister Lum peel his tight-fitting dungarees down over his lean hips. His long thick cock sprang out and he kicked the pants away and moved, entirely naked, to the head of the bunk, his fingers peeling the thick foreskin over the bulbous head of the massive penis. He knew this Mister Lum had been in some rough places, probably Singapore and Hong Kong and Manila and Panama, where women were treated as meat, subjected to all kinds of abominations by seamen from all over the world.
And Stacy knew they came to like it after a time.
Could that happen with his nearly-virginal wife?
Nona cringed as she strained against her bonds and saw nothing but the immense length of Mister Lum's pulsating penis and the heavy, sperm-bloated sac of his testicles swinging below it. She'd thought John's organ was big had felt it almost split her straining body when he entered her tight virginal cunt the first time-but this was much more! Or at least it looked that way, possibly because Mister Lum was so much thinner that his long hard penis appeared out of proportion.
"Would you like to taste it, little lady?"
"Please ... nooooo..." Nona moaned, turning her beautiful young face away from the obscene instrument that glistened with pre-seminal fluid. She had heard that some girls actually took the things into their mouths, but ... it was filthy, unthinkable!
Her huge eyes flooded with tears, and she looked at him with all the begging she could muster, now forgetting the obscene kneeling posture they had bound her into, only wanting to get that terrible shaft of male flesh away from her lips. She thought she could endure it if her helpless body was raped. John would understand that she had no choice. But to have John see the massive deep-red mushroom-shaped head of this thing going into her lips ... she would rather die! Even as she thought this, she realized they had left her no way to kill herself. The eagerly pulsing cock moved closer to her mouth, and now Mister Lum's hand was firmly grasping the tousled blonde mass of her hair, twisting and hurting, tilting her tear-stained face up to his loins. She moaned, "Please, Noooo ... I've never hurt you, whoever you are! Don't make me do something so filthy!"
"Little girl, there are a lot less germs on a nice clean cock than in any mouth you've ever kissed," Mister Lum said calmly, almost kindly, as he looked down at his helpless prey. "Now, if I teach you, you can do it for Stacy, and he'll like that. Why do you think he was fucking Aura Lee? With a beautiful wife like you, he'd never look at her if you were anything like a wife should be. Now, you'll like it..."
"Aaaaauuuggghhh!" Nona moaned, trying to twist her face away from the thick rigid staff. "Nooooo..."
But Mister Lum held her head in a grip she couldn't escape. Tauntingly, he moved his hard-muscled pelvis in front of her, and Nona realized she could not close her eyes she had to keep looking at his massive erection.
She felt it rub against her cheeks, and, surprisingly, the blood-engorged head was velvet-soft against the tear-streaked cheeks of her young face. The lean man pressed forward and she could feel his heartbeat surge through the length of it and the staff itself was iron-hard! And so hot!
The wet tip moved over her cheeks, even touched her tear-blinded eyes, and then down under her throat and probed the delicate sculpture of her ears. Helpless and degraded as she was, tied so there was no escape, and knowing her husband of only a couple of weeks
whatever his faults was being forced to watch her humiliation, Nona felt the masochistic fire begin to flare deep in her loins. It was something she didn't want but couldn't help.
She was aware only of the strong hand pulling her head by her long, silken hair, and the burning length of that thick throbbing penis tantalizing her face.
Her nostrils flared as she gasped for breath, and all she smelled was the man-scent of him. Rich and heady, a musk which fired her body with desire.
As though hypnotized, she saw the lust-swollen head of his penis moving to her lips.
"No, no, no, no, no, noooooo ... " she pleaded in a whisper.
And then the bulbous head was brushing over her tightly closed lips and the heavy sweet scent of it filled her flaring nostrils. She moaned as, involuntarily, her tongue crept out of her saliva-filled mouth and licked away the one drop of clear whitish fluid standing like a tiny seed pearl on the head of his cock. It was salty and pungent.
Against her will, she licked again, plunging the tip of her tongue into the slit from which it had come. Suddenly, the madness that had threatened to engulf her sensibilities overwhelmed her.
Ovalling her lips over her small white teeth, she encircled the throbbing glans, eagerly drawing it toward her as the lean man moved a fraction of an inch, grinning lewdly as he realized her surrender. He eased his tight, painful grip on her long hair enough so her head could move.
"Oooohhhhhhh!! ! ! " the captivated girl moaned as her wetly rounded lips slid lower on the thick staff until the entire head of Mister Lum's penis was in her mouth and she could run the tip of her tongue around the ridge of it and lick away the excitement which accumulated under his loose foreskin.
Nona wished her hands were free. She wanted to fondle his maleness, pump it, feel the hot weight of his balls just as with her lips and tongue she could feel his heartbeat running the incredible length of his cock. She knew her husband was watching all this, but she could no longer care. It was his fault they were in this position ... why shouldn't she enjoy herself in a way he had never been man enough to teach her?
Urgently she sucked, drawing Mister Lum's cock deeper and deeper into her hot hungry mouth.
The long hard length of his penis slid along her swirling tongue and deep into her throat, and Nona sucked voraciously, her cheeks hollowing and expanding with each bobbing motion of her head, her lips contorting as if she had been born and trained for this one task alone. She knew what would happen in time. He would explode the hot, sweet semen from his heavy balls into her gulping mouth and maybe it would choke her.
Well, in what she knew was a moment of madness, this was what she wanted!
She would at least get back at John for what he had done with Aura Lee!
"I knew she'd be a beautiful cocksucker!" Mister Lum said triumphantly, grinning at John Stacy, who was too sick at the thought of what he had caused to watch his wife doing this ... blowing another man so eagerly while she was tied like a slave. "She loves it! Watch this!"
Without warning he pulled away from the warm wet mouth that was devouring his penis.
"Oooohhhhhh!! ! Nooooo!! ! " Nona moaned, her lips puckering, her tongue flicking out, her entire body straining toward the male loins so tantalizingly close. Her dark eyes blinked as she gasped, "My mouth ... my mouth ... fill my mouth!"
As if he was doing her a favor, Mister Lum slowly guided the saliva-glistening head of his cock between the now-yearning lips and moved over the bunk so Nona could freely move her head to engulf him entirely.
Even he was astounded by the ravenous hunger of her lips. He saw them peeling back on each upstroke, showing the soft inner flesh of her mouth, and felt her wildly-swirling tongue sliding up and down the thick mass of his cock, heard her gulp for air and then drive her beautiful face down to the base of his rampant staff again, until her rounded lips were buried in his wiry pubic hair.
"Ooooooh, what a beautiful cocksucker!" he groaned, and began to fuck wildly into her mouth. "Suck me, baby ... suck!! "
"Ummmmmm ... ahhhhhhhh..." she gasped around the thick, iron-hard staff buried to the hilt in her wetly burning lips. Nona knew what was about to happen. Once she had thought it the most obscene, vile thing imaginable. But now she wanted nothing but for this ... this pirate who had made a slave of her, to pump his hot, sweet cum into her mouth, to fill her belly with it, and to hell with what John thought. If John had been a man, he would have taught her to do this the first night! For a moment she took her straining lips away from the huge cock-head and looked with blurred vision up at the lewdly grinning man. She hated him for what he had made her into ... and she needed him. "Cum ... cum ... oh, cummmmmm..."
Her soft lips oval ling widely, she dropped her beautiful face over his loins again, sucking furiously, using her tongue in ways she had never before imagined possible.
And then she felt it happening. He was going to cum in her yearning mouth!
Her eyes narrowed to slits, Nona saw his sperm-filled balls tighten up to his groin, and then his fleshy shaft was ballooning inside her cheeks, the head of his massively pulsating cock becoming immense, ballooning until she thought she would choke as she strained to suck it deep into her throat. His heartbeat, as felt through his penis, speeded up until she thought he might die from the excitement.
And then, through the thick tube on the underside of his throbbing penis, she felt the first heated jets of sperm boil from his loins.
It gushed and squirted into her avidly-sucking mouth, filling her cheeks, hot and salty and so pungent and rich all maleness and she eagerly tried to swallow it and keep sucking as each succeeding gush spurted between her lips.
Her throat burned with the alien taste of it. She could feel it all the way to her belly and, her lips tight around his wildly jerking cock, she moaned and wished that someone would fill her cunt now ... it would be so wonderful to have a long hard penis in her love-starved pussy too while one fucked her tortured mouth. But there was no one...
She sucked and swallowed and, still unable to free her hands, slavishly licked at the slowly-softening penis until Mister Lum pulled back from her mouth, grinning.
A thin string of viscous white cum trailed from her tongue to the end of his wetly glistening cock.
"Oooohhhhhhhhh ... " Nona moaned, bending forward as far as she could, her tongue outstretched.
With a grin, Mister Lum brought his genitals close enough for Nona to eagerly lick every taste of his sperm from them. He reached out with his slender fingers and almost kindly tousled her hair.
"I knew you'd like sucking cocks," he said in lewd triumph. "That's how you really get to know a man. like you've never known your husband. Would you like to suck his prick?"
"Oh, God!" Nona mumbled. She could not bear to look at John, but she was still so sensually aroused that she could not help answer the obscene question either. "Yes ... oh, YES!"
"If he tells us what we want to know, we might let you get to him. Not all the way in your mouth, but you can use your tongue and lips on the head of his cock, and after what you learned with me, if you play with him that way long enough, it should make him cum," Mister Lum said. As though he had forgotten important business, the lean man shouted, "Manuel LeRoi! You find that Aura Lee yet?"
Feet slapped on the decking and the two, who had been watching through a porthole, appeared, their faces stretched with lewd grins. Mister Lum was plain murder, but he always let a deckhand have a piece of the action.
"Noa, Mista Lum, damn if we kin find her," LeRoi said, his dark face half-apologetic, half-blooded with anticipation of what he might do to the beautiful young blonde girl. "We looked every place, and she not in any. She maybe took a swim."
"That fucking cunt? Where would she swim to, you dumb son of a bitch?"
"Mista Lum, no place she could-likely swim to escept to our boat."
"That fucking Vallie!" Mister Lum shouted. "The lesbian bitch has done it to us! Aura Lee took a dive and Vallie found her, and by now she's got Aura Lee tongue-fucked out of her mind! Cunt, cunt, cunt! Why do I keep getting tangled up with CUNT!! ! ! "
"You seemed to be enjoyin' it a few minutes ago," LeRoi said slyly, looking at, the now ashamedly weeping form of Nona, who was softly sobbing even as her tongue licked the last drops of Mister Lum's cum from her lips. "You want we should go look on our boat for this Aura Lee?"
"Wait one," Mister Lum said, again in control of himself. He looked at John Stacy without mercy and said, "You see what your bride is? A beautiful cocksucker! Now that I've educated her so she may be some use to you in the future, it would seem only reasonable that you would help me find the charts."
"You're a dead man," John Stacy said. He spaced the words far apart.
"Not very sporting," said Mister Lum. He looked at the two men who stood eagerly waiting his next order. He knew they wanted the young blonde wife, and he knew she was ready for them, ready for anything they could devise.
Damn, but she was hot! If Stacy had balls, he'd have found out how hot she was! Stacy had balls for fighting, but not for women, Mister Lum reflected.
A woman could tip him right over on his ass! Just like that hot little bitch of a wife and tart crazy cunt Aura Lee had both done!
Mister Lum thought for a moment. It was possible Stacy didn't have the damn charts, and didn't know where Aura Lee had stashed them. He knew of Aura Lee. She would go whichever way the wind blew. He knew Harry Carp. Harry Carp was one rugged bastard, but Harry had more important business elsewhere at the moment. And Harry was not unreasonable. If he, Friend Edgar Lum barton, ripped off this whole cheap-ass operation and managed to find the damn treasure and there sure as hell was some waiting down there for the first guy with a hydraulic dredge Harry would be satisfied with a split of the profits.
So, from the practical angle, get the two cunts working against each other and both of them working for him, whether they knew it or not.
Aura Lee had split, and like the mulatto said, the only place she could have gone was to the big boat. So she was with Vallie, for better or worse.
Well, Vallie had a lot going for her. Queer as shit, but she could handle women, which was the only reason he had her aboard.
He had never been able to understand Vallie.
She was the wildest, most imaginative fucking he had ever found. She turned onto a cock in her cunt or her anus or her mouth, turned on to whips, to dogs ... everything!
And she wasn't faking it.
No way she faked. He knew women well enough. And he knew Vallie would spit on the best cock in the world to walk off with some shop girl who probably hadn't changed her panties for a week.
He made up his mind. He would go to the other boat and find out just what was going on. Meanwhile, Manuel and LeRoi would watch things here. He turned to the still-straining John Stacy and spoke calmly, knowing he was going to have to teach the infuriated son of a bitch who was boss.
"I can keep these animals away from your wife. But you have to give me what I want," Lum said.
"You bastard! I can I give it to you!"
"Fuck her," Mister Lum said to the two eager dark men. "But save her ass-hole for me. I'm going to find Aura Lee, and you can have her anyway.
"Kin I make her suck?" Manuel asked. "She loves to suck. Just put it where she can reach it."
The dark-skinned men began to laugh as they shed their clothes, and then LeRoi called out, "Could use a drink, Mista Lum!"
"You want a drink, go look for one. There must be some aboard this bucket."
Sick with remorse at her own lewdness, knowing her husband lay helpless only a few feet away, Nona watched the big dark-skinned man peel back the thick foreskin of his lust-hardened penis.
Unable to free herself, the naked young wife obediently opened her mouth. As soon as the bulbous head passed her quivering lips, she sucked.
And in less than five seconds, she forgot its color, forgot everything except the masochistic pleasure of her degraded position.
"Gawd, she sure do like the taste of cock," the one called LeRoi said as he watched Manuel's thick penis sliding wetly in and out of Nona's mouth. Manuel was teasing her, pulling it back so only the tip touched her wetly slavering lips. Nona groaned in frustration and strained forward to reach the mushroom-shaped head and as the dark man moved toward her, her mouth ovaled urgently to lock around the ridge of the glans like an elastic band. "Don' cum yet make her work for it! I'll go find us somethin' to drink. Way she's doin' you, I dunno whether to fuck her or let her suck me too!"
"Brotha, this white gal get through emptyin' my cock, her belly gonna be so full look like she swallow watermelon no place for you to dump yo load! Bes' you fuck her ... but get that rum, man!"
With a chuckle of anticipation, LeRoi went in search of the rum. John Stacy felt a hatred he never thought possible building in him ... a hatred for these men, and now for Nona, who was worse than any whore he had ever seen as she eagerly sucked on the long, dark cock deeply buried in her mouth that had been virginal until such a short time ago.
He vowed he would kill them all, somehow. He would get himself free and kill them all with his bare hands, put his fingers around their throats and slowly, painfully strangle them. But there was no way he could do it yet. He had to endure this and wait his chance...
"Man, this is one floatin' rum bucket!"
LeRoi was back, carrying a half-dozen quarts of nearly black Jamaican rum. He put all but one on the empty bunk, and from that one he pried the cork and drank deeply before passing it to his friend. Manuel, without taking his rigidly pistoning cock from the girl's sucking mouth, gulped the fiery liquid down like it was lemonade while Nona's head bobbed hungrily over his loins. He said, "Hey, pretty woman, you want a little taste?"
Her lips urgently sluicing up and down the length of his rampant staff, Nona shook her head, feeling the hot pulsing thickness of him roll on her tongue. She continued to suck, wanting him to cum, fill her mouth and scald her throat with his semen, bloat her clenching belly. Just the thought of how depraved she must appear to the men excited her, and she felt herself actually beginning to cum, her liquid passion seeping from the flowering lips of her wetly throbbing cunt. From the corner of her eyes she could see LeRoi grinning lewdly, and the tortured, rage-contorted face of the young husband she was so wantonly betraying. She wished she could die ... felt she deserved to die ... yet she couldn't help herself. She wanted a penis in her pussy and one in her mouth at the same time. Abruptly, she lifted her voracious mouth from the hot thick spear of dark flesh and mumbled her plea in an almost drugged voice.
"Fuck me!" she begged. The massive length of LeRoi's penis swayed inches from her big, dark eyes. "Stick yourself in me! NOW!! ! ! "
"Gawd, girl, you sure beg for cock!" LeRoi said, hardly believing what he heard. "You so pretty, I do even better!"
He moved to crawl onto the bunk behind the naked young wife, jerking her hips high, pressing her knees apart cruelly with his muscular thighs. The slender, blonde-fringed lips of her cunt flexed and beckoned urgently. Slowly he took his rigid manhood in hand and rubbed the bulbous tip up and down the soft, wetly heated furrow of her flesh, hearing her moan ecstatically around the penis that was now once again sliding deep into her throat until Manuel's heavy, hairy balls were brushing her lust-contorted face. She wanted it he had never known a woman to want to be fucked so much, and the women of the tropics were hot as any you could find but this beautiful blonde girl was something he had never imagined even in his wildest, lewdest dreams.
LeRoi was not by nature a cruel man, although he had killed so far as he could remember, twenty-seven men, and castrated at least another dozen, but that was business. And there were times when nothing improved a woman so much as being beaten to a pulp.
But this one didn't deserve a beating. She needed a good, wild fuck. And there was nothing greater than fucking a woman into soft, pliable putty, making her beg and scream for more and more and more until she just passed out from pure pleasure and exhaustion.
Now Nona was squirming and moaning and rolling her smooth fleshy ass-cheeks around, rocking back even as Manuel's cock plunged deep into her urgently-sucking mouth. "Damn", he called out, "but her tiny little ass-hole sure look nice!" That's what he really wanted to sink his throbbing cock into, but Mista Lum had told him he wanted it saved, and if you fucked with Mista Lum, you were good as dead!
Well, there was still a hell of a lot more cock-begging flesh to take care of! LeRoi pressed forward until the lust-gorged head of his penis slipped between the tender lips of the tight blonde pussy. The heated flesh seemed to be sucking his long hard thickness deep into its depths, and he heard Nona sigh with pleasure at just this little bit of cock. How would it be when he finally put all the whole thing in her! Man, she would scream!
But she'd have to wait, because he had a real treat in store for her.
He picked up the bottle and drank deeply, rolling the burning rum around on his tongue. Then he drew back and with his big dark hands pulled her trembling ass-cheeks apart, and his thumbs spread the pulsing lips of her lust-swollen cunt open. His eyes feasted on the coral-hued inner flesh until he could no longer stand the temptation.
With a moan of anticipation, he plunged his face down between her quaking thighs, his long, red tongue wetly sliding up and down the hair-lined pink furrow, tasting her, licking her succulent pussy juice away. He heard her moan and felt her taut buttocks grind wantonly back against his dark face. She trembled uncontrollably, her entire nakedly kneeling body jerking against her bounds, her smooth white belly spasming, the jiggling mounds of her proud young breasts swaying as the nipples became even harder and longer. With his elbows, LeRoi pressed her straining thighs even farther apart and fucked his tongue deep into her heatedly twitching cuntal passage, working the tip like a snake works its tongue.
Damn! Nobody ate her pussy before! he realized suddenly. And this sure is eatin' pussy!
Somewhere close by he could hear John Stacy screaming obscenities and threats at him. LeRoi pulled his wet face away from the deliciously pulsing cunt for a moment and grinned.
"Man, I do you big favor. This one sweet wife you got. Me an' Manuel tumin' her into a woman fo yuh!"
He took a mouthful of the potent rum. It burned even his experienced tongue. Then, his cheeks bloated, he bent to the girl's wetly gaping vagina and slowly spread her pussy-lips again.
His thick-lipped mouth closed over their sweetness and, with a well-learned skill, he squirted the rum into the deepest depths of her cunt.
"Aaaaauuuggghhhh!! ! " Nona cried out, her head jerking away from the cock she had been so eagerly sucking. Liquid fire was spreading through her belly! She had never felt anything like this in her life! It burned, and the tongue which swirled it around her tender cuntal flesh was driving her mad! The tongue was fucking in and out of her like a snake, arousing every nerve-end, and she knew now she was hopelessly lost.
Then the tongue slipped from her, and an instant later she felt the thick rigid penis of the man called LeRoi rip into the flexing lips of her fiery pussy, sending great waves of tender pink flesh ahead of it as it rammed up into her rum-filled cunt with one smooth stroke. His sperm-laden balls slapped against her widespread ass-cheeks and against her distended clitoris.
"Oooohhhhhhh! My God!" she cried.
She could feel the hot rum sluicing from her widely-distended cunt as the big man gripped her churning hips tight in his hard seaman's hands and began to fuck deeply up into her. With each stroke, the bulbous head of his rampant cock smacked further into the mouth of her womb. Oh God! It was horrible ... it was heavenly. Nothing had ever felt so insanely pleasurable before. And as she gasped in lewd delight, Manuel's hands caught the young blonde wife's head and pulled it toward his loins again, and plunged his thick straining penis deep into her willing throat.
It felt as if her hotly throbbing cunt was on fire ... and she wanted it to go on and on until they both spewed their sperm into the different ends of her defenseless body. Nona sucked with her lips and cheeks and slavishly ran her tongue around the rigidly pulsing cock in her mouth, trying not to lose an instant of the wild sensation she was feeling as her cunt was so hotly filled. They buffeted her naked form back and forth between them. As she rocked forward, the thick penis between her lips slid so deeply into the hot cavern of her mouth and throat that she almost choked. And as the strong hands gripping her wantonly grinding buttocks pulled her back, she felt the other rod of hard male flesh plunge mercilessly into her grateful cunt.
She had no idea of how long the two sailors used her before, at the same time, she felt both cocks swelling, ballooning in her mouth and pussy, and she knew they were going to cum, to finally fill and reward her. Urgently she drew on the thick pole of flesh between her lips, and experimentally clamped her internal muscles down on the one boring relentlessly into her vagina from behind as she gyrated her buttocks in completely abandonment and humped back, wanting to have every inch of the rampant maleness inside her.
The two wildly jerking cocks began to ejaculate simultaneously.
Hot spuming cum gushed into her voraciously sucking mouth, and she gulped it down eagerly, feeling it coat her throat and building into a great shimmering pool of bliss in her rippling belly. And then, as LeRoi wildly jackhammered into her wide-stretched pussy, another flood of sperm spewed into her expanded cuntal passage hot, but still cooling to her brutalized flesh after the burning rum. Nona knelt in eager subservience between the two swarthy men, her lips still tightly locked around the deflating cock in her mouth, her tight little pussy convulsing in orgasm as she drained every bit of sperm from LeRoi. Her mind was a blur as her nakedly kneeling body quaked with the wild, mindlessly beautiful climax their cumming had triggered in her. Dimly she could hear John's enraged voice, but couldn't make out the words.
She knew he must hate her, hate her for responding to these two strange sailors when she'd never responded to him. She hated herself for being the most wanton slut imaginable. The only consoling thought was that if he hadn't been busy sodomizing Aura Lee, none of this might have ever happened.
"Don' believe we got to keep this li'l lady tied," LeRoi said. "She seem right happy, long as we still got cock and the balls to use cock." He looked over at the wildly struggling husband and laughed.
"How about that, jole blon?"
Nona looked at the two. She told herself they were not educated men that they would have used any woman as they had used her. The savage lust which had earlier gripped her was fading now; and she admitted to herself that she had been as bad, or worse, than Manuel and LeRoi. She could not have fought them, but she had enjoyed what they did to her, enjoyed humiliating John because of what he had done with Aura Lee. And the pleasure had been undeniably fantastic! Her perspective returned. She began to think rationally again, and make plans.
"I won't make trouble," she said. She smiled with lips which still glistened with semen, and tasted it in her mouth. "I can't go very far anyway. And I can fuck better with my hands and legs free."
"You no-good cocksucking whore!" John screamed. His face was black with rage and he struggled futilely against his bonds. "So goddamn pure with me, but the minute you get a chance to suck mulatto cock..."
Even as he spoke, the two were freeing her. Nona slid from the bunk, feeling the rum and cum ooze down the inside of her wearily trembling thighs.
She let John rave on like a madman while she rubbed circulation back into her limbs. She saw one rum bottle was already empty, and that Manuel and LeRoi were showing signs of both the fiery liquid and their use of her body. She tried to open a second bottle as John continued his tirade. LeRoi pulled the cork with his teeth and handed her the flask. She drank, gagging at the taste of the stuff, and then passed it to the two dark men.
Each tipped it straight up and by the time it was handed back to her, Nona saw it was already half empty. They were a bit unsteady on their feet as the motorsailer rose and fell on a sea which was beginning to get choppy. Naked, she carried the bottle to the far end of the big cabin, where there was a water tap. She found a glass and mixed a weak drink and sipped it as LeRoi came up to drink from the neck of the bottle again.
She reached down and fondled his long flaccid penis. Within seconds it began getting hard again!
"You cock-sucking whore!" John Stacy shouted, then spat in her direction.
"I don't like what my husband's calling me," she said.
"No way to speak to a lady."
With a swift motion, one sharp flick of the wrist, Nona smashed the bottle and with a scream flung herself at John Stacy. Although they had been drinking, both LeRoi and Manuel blocked her, grabbing her nakedly struggling body while she yelled curses at John which she had never in her life thought she would utter.
Even as they grasped her, she flung the jagged neck of the bottle at the helplessly-bound figure of her husband. The sharp glass slid across the deck and lodged under his body and she saw a thin trickle of blood begin to spread.
With her dark eyes, she tried to send a message.
And then she surrendered to the strength of the two sailors.
"He fucked Aura Lee in the ass," she gasped. "Put his prick in her ass and even his balls in her cunt! I HATE HIM!! ! "
"Hey, jole blon, cool it, huh?" LeRoi said. "We wasn't hired to referee family fights."
"We haven't been married a month ... and he does something like that!" Nona made herself say. "I should be enough woman for him! But NO!" Slowly they let her feet touch the deck again and she stood unsupported, but still restrained by their strong hands. They thought they had a madwoman to deal with. She tossed her pale mane of hair and said, "What's this 'jole blon' you call me?"
"Oh," she said. Her face brightened. It was now time to play her wild card. She forced herself to reach out and touch their now-growing cocks, rubbing them and pumping and squeezing the hot, hardening flesh, looking down to see the thick foreskins rolling back and forth over the burgeoning heads. They were becoming iron-hard under the touch of her delicate, slim fingers. She looked into their eyes and saw the lust rising, and she said seductively, "I'm glad somebody knows I'm a woman."
"For a white gal, you one hell of a woman," Manuel said.
'Then let's go fuck some more," Nona said, her voice husky. Her blonde hair swirled as she glanced at the bleeding form of her husband. "But not with that watching ... let's go to the master cabin, where there's a big bed. I want you to show me every way there is to fuck! Three of us together!"
"I got a gopher snake give you one hell of a trip jole blon," LeRoi said with a gleaming grin.
"But he outa town. Hell, les go! That white boy there goin' nowhere! Manny, you tote the rum."
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Slowly, John Stacy worked the sharp-edged neck of the bottle around until he could hold it between his heels and saw at the cords which bound his wrists.
He had seen Nona's eyes, but had not been able to read all they tried to tell him.
He was sure she hadn't intended to kill him with the shattered bottle, that she had given it to him for a weapon.
And she would sacrifice herself while he found a way to use it. Maybe she wasn't the bitch he thought, but she hadn't been play-acting with the two mulattos or with Mister Lum. No sir, that was pure slut ... and goddammit, he'd never been able to get her to respond that way to him.
CHAPTER FIVE
Aura Lee Talent lay back, her long sleek thighs spread around the face of Vallie while the redhead's spearing tongue surged deep into her ecstatically flexing pussy and she matched her own body motions to those of the sea.
"Oh, goddamn!" she groaned. "I'm cumming again!"
Her hands grabbed at the delving head and pulled Vallie tight up to her wetly burning pussy and she luxuriated in the tantalizing touch of the other woman's velvet-like tongue. The flood of cum gushed from her cunt and she felt it being licked away. She let the convulsive waves of sensual arousal pass and then pried the beautiful redhead away from her wide-splayed loins.
"No more ... no more..." she whispered. "I can't take it."
"No man ever did anything like that for you."
"No."
Vallie slid up and pressed her cum-smeared mouth down on Aura Lee's, and her tongue moved between the brunette's parted lips. She sucked Aura Lee's tongue until the dark-haired beauty was writhing again and crying out softly in passion. And then she broke the contact and looked down at her as she spoke.
"Tell me the truth ... just between us ... what do you want most right now? Really, most, dear."
It took some time for the sex-hardened Aura Lee to respond. She had to face her own suddenly-realized desires. She had never had sex with a woman before, although she had done everything she could imagine with men.
"I want to taste you!" she cried out.
She tried to slide down on the bunk, get her face between the slender, tanned thighs of the voluptuous redhead, but hands with strength which surprised her held her back inches from the pink-fleshed cunt that smelled so sweet, and she could see it moistly glistening with delicious fluids. Vallie was pulling her up again, nuzzling and kissing her even as she tried again to get between the scissoring thighs of the redhead.
"That will be nice ... if you're nice," Vallie said, her tongue probing the delicate sculpting of Aura Lee's ear. "But we have to do it my way. Mister Lum wants those charts and notes. If you want me, give them to him ... he'll see you get your share of whatever we find. He'll treat you a helluva lot better than Harry Carp."
Slowly, tantalizing, she kissed Aura Lee fully on her sensuous lips, her tongue probing, raising passion. She stroked the younger girl's body slowly. "And you will have me, and I will have you, and we'll have all we need to go off and live, just the two of us. I know men have hurt you ... they hurt me, but I still dig the bastards once in awhile. And I use them like they use me.
But to have a girl like you..."
"I don't want to be a lesbian!" Aura Lee moaned.
"You don't?" Vallie moved on the bunk, opening her long beautiful legs wide in invitation. The scent of her warmly perfumed cunt filled the air. "Taste me!"
Aura Lee tried to fight her unnatural desire, but her mental struggle lasted only seconds. With a low groan of hunger, she yielded. Panting, she dropped between the widespread thighs of the redhead, her tongue seeking the fleshy furrow of the cuntal slit. It burrowed into the other girl's wetly heated vaginal lips, found the delicious female fluids inside them, licking avidly, and then slid up to the hardened button of Vallie's erect little clitoris. She felt velvet thighs close around her face, and the heaving of the redhead's belly as she tentatively licked and found how to draw the cuntal lips into her mouth and suck even more juice from them ... and eager hands were moving over her head, tangling fingers in her hair. The tip of her tongue found the tight vaginal opening and slid far up it and she tasted and sucked furiously, her nose buried in the warm furrow of wet flesh. With her ardent hands she kneaded the soft white globes of Vallie's thrashing buttocks, and because Vallie's thighs were pressed so tight around her ears she could hardly hear the auburn-haired beauty's words, although she was screaming.
"I said a TASTE! But eat me, oooooohhh, eat, eat, eat, meeee ... Oh, damn, keep licking, you beautiful darling ... and FUCK MISTER
LUM! FUCK HARRY CARP! FUCK EVERYBODY! EATMEEE!"
Vallie's pewter-glistening cum was spilling from her wildly spasming cunt even as John Stacy laboriously sawed at his bonds on the other boat with the neck of the broken bottle.
In the next cabin, he could hear his young bride cry out in pleasure as the two mulatto sailors fucked her.
He would kill them all in time, these men who had turned his wife into such a wanton whore, John Stacy promised himself as he worked on the ropes. He might kill her too, but he knew he had to do it all just right or the authorities would be swarming on him like sharks. There was no mistaking the mind-reeling fact that his virginal Nona had, whether against her will or not, enjoyed the lewd subjugation they forced on her.
Yet he was man enough to realize that it might be only hysterical reaction to having seen him obscenely screwing Aura Lee in the ass ... so he could not entirely blame Nona. And at least she had made it possible for him to escape.
The cords binding his wrists yielded to the sharp glass, and it was only moments before he freed his ankles and stood, rubbing the circulation into his limbs. He tried to shut his ears against the obscene sounds of uninhibited passion coming from the big cabin. Moving silently, he slipped aft to the galley and armed himself with a knife, then padded to the door of the master cabin.
It was ajar about two inches, and he was able to see in without being seen. The action and situation stopped his advance instantly.
Squirming wildly on the bed, his blonde wife was arching her back and crying out still another sexual completion while LeRoi furiously pumped his long thick cock into her wetly clasping cunt. Her long, smooth legs were wrapped tightly around his back in unmistakable desire and her fingernails were gouging blood trails of passion in his lean back as he labored over her. The cords of her neck and wide-splayed thighs stood out like steel cables as she furiously fucked up, sliding her lubricious cunt-mouth along the wetly-shining cock that plunged deep into her hot flesh, and in that instant John Stacy saw LeRoi jerk and his entire body shake as he shot his hot churning sperm up into the quaking belly of the impaled young blonde. Thick streams of their mingled cum squirted from the grasping lips of his wife's pussy as the nakedly entwined figures collapsed, spent, on the bed. Her head rolled on the pillow, pale hair tangled, and when her eyes opened, they were glazed, unseeing.
"Fuck me some more," Nona mumbled.
"I just fucked out now, but Manny here he take care of you," LeRoi mumbled as he pulled away from her, his softening penis slipping from her clutching pussy with a wet, sluicing sound, leaving a string of cum on the sheets. "Lookit that dong, he got all ready jus' fo you, honey jole blon!"
Nona's all-too-apparent desire for more cock was one of the factors which stopped John Stacy from bursting into the cabin and wielding his knife, plunging it into their stinking bodies. He had to find out if she really wanted to be fucked out of her mind by these animals, and he had experience enough to know for sure once he saw another cock plunge into her voluptuous young body, the body whose pleasures had been denied him so many times. Before, she had been bound like a slave, and there was no way she could have resisted with any hope of success. Just the sheer helplessness of her position could have driven her temporarily insane.
Well, he would force himself to watch and know for sure.
That was one factor. The other was that Manuel was standing over the bed with a machine pistol, not pointing it at anything in particular, but treating it like a toy. John Stacy knew the weapon was fully loaded with 9mm bullets, and he could see it was set on full automatic, with the safety off. Three ounces of pressure on the trigger would let loose a barrage of lead which would surely kill them all.
With unbelieving eyes, he saw his young wife, her long legs wide apart in lewd invitation, the golden-haired furrow of her pussy dripping with semen, roll on her side and whorishly, without hesitation, reach out to fondle the overlong, thick penis that jutted sharply upward from Manuel's loins. He saw her delicate white fingers peel back the thick foreskin to reveal the thick, purplish head.
Slowly Nona used the rod of flesh like a handle to pull the mulatto sailor closer to the side of the bed. Her pale pink lips glistened as she guided the huge throbbing tip between them and she sucked half the thick shaft of flesh into the hot wet cavern of her mouth while her cheeks went hollow with her urgent sucking. Her blonde hair swirled as she gulped at the sailor's penis, and her hand moved to cup the curly-haired sac below while obscene slurping sounds came from her tightly-ovaled lips. Unbelieving, John stared for several minutes, until, with a furious licking of her little pink tongue, Nona looked up and pleaded, "I want it in my cunt."
With a grin, Manny handed the machine pistol to LeRoi and climbed between the blonde bride's wide-opened legs.
Deftly, Nona's hands encircled his saliva-coated cock and guided it between the inflamed lips of her pulsing pussy, rubbing it obscenely over the distended bud of her clitoris for a moment before placing it at the rim of the tight, wet hole that led up into her belly.
"Stick it in," she cried. "Please! Fuck me!"
With one savage lunge, the mulatto drove his heavy hips down to the stretched "vee" of her blonde loins, feeling her cuntal flesh yield in great rippling waves and then close around his rampant cock like a soft, hot rubber glove. Nona's long legs, pale against his darker body, scissored out and then locked furiously around his muscular back as he began to fuck her with long, fast strokes, the weight of his sperm-filled balls smacking the open crack of her trembling buttocks.
"Ooooooohhh ... my God!" the girl cried as she was furiously impaled. "Good! Goooooodddd! DEEPER, FUCK DEEPER!! ! "
LeRoi had the machine gun now. He grinned as his friend wildly fucked into the girl whose hair was so golden and skin so pale. Stuff like this hardly ever happened to men like them!
Heartsick as he was enraged, still knowing h could not go up against the machine pistol with any hope of success, John Stacy slipped away from the door.
They could wait. The bastards might fuel themselves to death.
Somewhere close by had to be Aura Lee and Mister Lum.
And some queer broad named Vallie?
And how many others? Mister Lum wouldn't have brought his full crew aboard the Carmen There had to be more.
John Stacy did not bother to pull on any clothes. They might be a hindrance. As far as he was concerned, Nona could fuck herself out of her hypocritical mind with the two mulattos. One thing he was sure of she was enjoying it as she had never enjoyed sex with him. He sought a gun, but found, without being surprised, that Mister Lum or somebody had securely padlocked the locker which held the Carmen's arsenal, which left him only with the knife and his hands. Every few minutes he felt a spell of dizziness from the blows he had taken, and his normally-strong young body was weak. John knew he would not be worth a damn in a fight at the moment.
He wondered what Mister Lum and his friends had done about the man he supposedly killed in the initial fight as they boarded the Carmen.
Probably tossed overboard to the sharks, he imagined. There were plenty of those around.
Well, he might feed the whole damn bunch of them to the sharks, given a chance. He was ready to try.
Slipping on deck, he saw the two boats were riding easy on the still-smooth sea, held close together with one-inch lines, with old rubber tires hung from the rail of the power boat to act as fenders between them. John realized he could cut the lines, and that the two men who were ravishing his all-too-willing wife were getting drunk. By the time they were fully smashed, he would, he thought, be strong enough to take them with only his fists and knife. He thought he had only a mild concussion which would make him wobbly for a few hours. But that might be futile, because Mister Lum could quickly come after them, without difficulty in the hot power boat, with a new crew. Anyplace he could sail the lumbering motorsailer in ten days, Mister Lum would be able to catch him in ten hours.
So, Mister Lum must be dealt with, and running wasn't the way to do it.
John Stacy tensed himself and with one well-timed leap managed to reach the rail of the big boat and pull himself silently aboard. He had the knife in his teeth and thought he must look like something out of an Errol Flynn movie.
He was familiar with the type of craft, but had no idea what modifications might have been made. With the same silhouette as a PT boat, it was twenty feet shorter, with a proportionately higher transom. It had originally been designed to ride on the bare tips of the propellers, a planing boat. Well, that could wait while he explored.
Dim lights showed through portholes and he bent low to see whatever could be seen. It didn't take long to grasp the situation.
Aura Lee Talent and some redheaded broad-Vallie? were in the sack.
They were eating each other, sixty-nining, head to toe, with their hot thighs clamped around each other's faces, their tongues wildly digging and licking, their sensuous mouths sucking each other's pussies. The porthole was open and he could hear their moans and groans and grunts and the liquid sounds of their passion.
The two young, beautiful women rolled and tossed on the bed, now insatiable in their lust for each other.
Vallie had never seen a girl come out as strong as Aura Lee had. The girl's tongue was like a racing lizard, slithering up and down the hot lips of her cunt and then over the nub of her clitoris, only to slide wetly away with a butterfly motion and then ram deep into her seething pussy.
Aura Lee, for once treated like more than a common piece of meat that might be thrown to a dog at any minute, luxuriated in the tender touch of the redhead's fingers and lips. It seemed the harder she jammed her inflamed cunt at the other woman's mouth, the more urgently those beautiful lips sucked it and the more delicately a pink tongue-tip slipped deep up inside her, hotly swirling. It was almost as if her insides were being drawn from her nakedly writhing young body. She felt Vallie's hands sliding, the fingers dancing along her spine, finding every nerve center and erogenous zone, making her entire body tingle with a delight she'd never known before. She had forgotten how many times she had cum wildly, and Vallie with her.
She knew this couldn't last that for a lousy thing like money lying at the bottom of the sea they would not hesitate to kill each other for the moment, though, it was beautiful, and she was sensualist enough to enjoy it.
She urgently speared her tongue into the wetly heated depths of Vallie's wide-open cunt, tasting the savory pussy juices, and she thought: How the hell do I get through to Harry Carp?
John Stacy watched in amazement as the two girls thrashed and jerked and moaned, as they reached their orgasms together and weakly fell apart.
"Good show, isn't that?"
At the instant he heard the clipped words, John Stacy felt the muzzle of a gun against his ear.
"Wish I had a picture of you now, bare-ass on the deck watching a couple of cunts eat each other, with a knife in your teeth. Be a good lad and drop the damn knife."
Stacy opened his jaws and the knife clattered on the deck. The gun moved away and he knew he had foolishly trapped himself again as Mister Lum asked, "Did you kill those two animals?"
"No."
"How you got away isn't important ... you're here," the Aussie said. "Do you mind tell me what's going on over there?"
"Everybody's drunk and fucking and sucking, my bride in particular," Stacy said bitterly.
"There seems to be a lot of that going on tonight." He chuckled. "Must be the phase of the moon. Well, John Stacy, do we go into business together?"
"What the hell you talking about?" Stacy slowly got to his feet. Mister Lum was several feet away now, the pistol held casually, but ready for instant use. The moon was low on the horizon, the air was chill and damp. He did not understand this cool, cruel man who had defiled his beautiful wife.
"This is the day or night when you finally grow up, John," Mister Lum said as he lit a cigarette, "You thought you had a prize in that pretty blonde girl, but you saw how she went for other men once she got the chance ... men who were man enough to take her. And make her beg for more. I broke her in for you, and now she's eating rather dark meat and calling for seconds." He grinned and gestured toward the porthole. "You see Aura Lee? You buggered her and thought she loved it. Well, she may have but she loves eating cunt more. You've just got your head all fucked up with women, John."
"You son of a bitch!" Stacy whispered.
"Now you begin to face reality," Mister Lum said. "You curse me, but in time you'll realize ... now, should we talk about business. I don't think we need Harry Carp."
"I don't get it."
"Harry outfitted you, and believe me, in the end he'll fuck you royally and maybe run off with your woman. Look at that sick tub he gave you. He'd let you sail around the Caribbean for a year, making all his soundings, diving on every reef you could find, and when you came up with something, he'd pull the whole thing out from under and you'd be on the beach. Now, is that or is it not Harry Carp?"
"Harry is tricky," Stacy admitted.
"Then let's go below and talk business. I'll keep the gun, of course. If we agree, fine. If we don't, I'll have to somehow get those charts. I have a lot invested." He flipped the cigarette over the side and added, "You really don't know where those charts are?"
"No. No way. Why don't you just make a deal with Aura Lee?"
"The deal is already being made," Mister Lum said. He pointed to the porthole. "Look at her pretty face buried in that red bush."
Stacy bent and peered once more through the porthole. He saw Aura Lee on her knees, her face again buried between the pale white thighs of the auburn-haired Vallie, her tongue eagerly searching in the soft folds of her cunt. Her hands were stroking Vallie's smooth loins, and he could hear the wet licking sounds and the moaning of desire from Aura Lee's ravenous mouth. Vallie laughed softly and raised her legs until her knees were pressing against the high, firm globes of her breasts, and John could see the tight puckered ring of her anus fully exposed.
Aura Lee pried the already-spread ass-cheeks apart and burrowed her face between them. The pink tip of her tongue eagerly circled Vallie's anus, wetting it, and then rammed deep up inside. As the redhead screamed in rapture, Aura Lee's lips came down on the pale white flesh and began to suck furiously while her tongue delved and sought the liquid that began to stream into them. Vallie arched her back, raising herself, and Aura Lee's nose slid up into her wet cuntal opening, nostrils flaring. Her fingers strayed over Vallie's tossing body, finding her breasts, tweaking the nipples to rigid, long hard spikes.
Vallie spread her wet ass-cheeks even wider as she slowly raised her splayed legs and, with the skill of a contortionist, locked her ankles around her own head, fully opening her genitals to the dark-haired girl's all-devouring tongue as it slithered deep up into her anal passage.
Vallie thought: I've never brought out such a hot chick as this one nobody has! And then she began screaming out her tenth orgasm in less than five minutes.
* * *
"You've got the dice," Stacy said. He was not giving up but there was a lot of truth in what Mister Lum said. Harry was running this on the cheap, and Harry was not to be trusted. For the moment there was nothing he could do except appear to go along. They had moved below, to the after-cabin, but through the vent system could still hear the two naked women loudly making lesbian love. Stacy sat on a bunk and accepted a beer and then said, "It looks like you don't have much more of a crew than I have."
"Considering you wiped out my mate, I am short, but there are a few more on the way. Now, let's see what we can work out."
"I can't get you the damn charts. I've looked myself, but Aura Lee really hid them. You'll have to beat it out of her."
"I'll leave that to Vallie she has better ways. Now, this is what I propose. We work it with the two boats. I know you've got better electronics and diving gear the best Harry could steal from the Navy. And I know you're a qualified diver. No point in sending a man down if he's not going to come up. I know scuba diving well enough, and how to recognize what we're looking for. These bloods are strong but have no brains. This tub of mine has speed, and I already have markets no point to giving the government twenty-five per cent of whatever we recover. I can get it away, and we'll even give Harry Carp a piece to keep him off our backs. I pick up the expenses."
"Now, that doesn't sound too bad," Stacy said. "Keep talking."
They talked until the sun rose over the horizon. John tried not to think of what his wife was doing, and finally he said. "It's a deal."
"Good." Mister Lum grinned and offered his hand. They shook on it. And then he said, "Let's seal it with a fuck. You take Vallie. Get her down on the bunk and shove your prick into her mouth. Don't let her suck just fuck her mouth! The only way she turns on with a man is to be treated like shit. And I want to try that Aura Lee's ass-hole."
They headed for the forward cabin and pulled the two women, now nakedly drowsing in each other's arms apart. Vallie fought at first, but after a couple of slaps across the face, her mouth turned to soft, hot butter within seconds after John's raging cock slid the length of her tongue and deep into her throat. Her lips ovaled tightly around it and as he fucked furiously into her beautiful face she quickly surrendered, and began sucking like a mad woman...
CHAPTER SIX
There is nothing like fucking two girls together to make friends, John thought. Once Vallie and Aura Lee surrendered to the inevitable, they had joined with apparent enjoyment in the action.
"You're a fantastic piece of ass," John said to Vallie. "How come the girl bit?"
"Jealous?" She chuckled. "Maybe I just dig it any way it comes." She bent to lingeringly kiss the head of his now flaccid cock, teasing the slit with her tongue. "And you sure know how to make it cum, you big bastard!"
* * *
Nona didn't like the arrangement. She didn't like it at all. She had given everything to save John, and instead of getting guns and avenging the cruel rape she had undergone, he had joined the enemy not only in the treasure search, but in bed. He hardly spoke to her, didn't seem to care what happened. LeRoi and Manuel came to consider her their personal property. At least twice a day they fucked her, or, grinning, pushed her to her knees and told her to suck their cocks.
And, God forgive her, she found herself doing it eagerly, even at times whispering lewd invitations to them, wanting their long thick cocks inside her, wanting to taste the hot pungent sperm flooding from their lust-swollen shafts.
Both the leggy redhead Vallie and Aura Lee made passes at her too, and at times she was tempted, not through any desire for a lesbian experience, but to see if such a thing would finally shock John into some indication he cared for her at all. But as yet Nona had not yielded.
On the second day, a seaplane arrived, bringing three more men, deeply-tanned males who looked Latin or maybe Greek and spoke in a language she didn't understand, although they could and did talk in English when necessary. She knew they were seamen and accomplished divers, and Mister Lum had put them quickly in their place, minutes after they had come on the scene and were looking hungrily at the women. He summoned them to the cockpit of the power boat, a big pistol on his hip. Behind him, John Stacy stood with a carbine.
"You blokes get this loud and clear," he said. "You're here for a job of work. You keep your hands and eyes off the women well, hands anyway unless we say you can fuck them. If we get what we're going after, you'll all have enough to fuck your way to Hong Kong and back."
The edict had brought sullenness but not revolt. John Stacy didn't like the idea of having them aboard, but had to admit they were competent seamen who understood the two vessels. And, he told himself, they were probably no worse than the sort Harry Carp was supposedly recruiting.
And where the hell was Harry? Twice a day he monitored the short-wave band on which Harry was supposed to communicate, and not a word had come through.
For a week the boats, always within sight of each other, ranged the shallow waters. The slower Carmen, with sophisticated gear, probed the bottom, seeking indications of metal, the sensitive recording Varian magnetometer looking for anything which might indicate a booty-laden galleon buried beneath the always-shifting sea floor; anything shaped like the hull of a ship. The power boat acted as tender and was used for diving. The waters remained peaceful and brilliantly clear, obscured only by the clouds of shark repellent spread in a wide circle around whoever was diving.
Only once was there trouble in those first days.
John had been exploring a coral reef at twenty fathoms. It had not looked especially promising, but the magnetometer had indicated metal. It was possible that in the intervening centuries, the coral had grown over a sunken ship. The closer he looked through the face mask, the more intrigued he became, not with the prospect of treasure, but because of the myriad sea creatures who had made the reef their home. He stayed down too long. His air supply ran out, which at that depth was not a serious problem. He simply filled his lungs with what remained, dropped the useless tanks and his weight belt, and slowly floated to the surface, releasing bubbles of air to ease the pressure in his lungs as the compression changed. Although he had begun his dive from the power boat, he surfaced almost astern of the Carmen, which was lying dead in the water. He paused to catch his breath and then slowly swam toward the rope ladder hanging over the port side.
Almost silently he climbed aboard, knowing Nona was there alone with one of the new crew, a Greek named Pitarys. A young, husky man who always had his eye on whichever of the i women was in sight. John did not call out but immediately padded below, barefoot. Then he heard helpless cries of protest and pleading coming from the cabin amidships and he hurried in that direction, moving like a big, curious cat. The cabin door was open and what he saw froze him in his tracks.
Nona, stark naked, was bent over a bunk just as he himself had bent Aura Lee over.
The Greek was holding her immobile, his muscular arm tight around her neck as Nona struggled futilely. His thick legs had pried her slender, tanned thighs wide apart, baring the tiny ring of her ass-hole.
Against the tender flesh, the thick head of his cock pressed relentlessly, and John Stacy could see the muscles of his back and buttocks straining as he tried to force entry. Suddenly his hand smacked across the smooth, clenched buttocks of Nona, and she cried out in sharp pain. But in that instant the tight elastic circle of her sphincter yielded and, with one lunge, Pitarys jammed his thick, iron-hard cock to its base in the tortured girl's anus, ramming into her so hard his balls smacked against the upturned cheeks of her violated ass.
"Aaaaaauuuuuugggghhhhhh!" Nona cried out. It felt like a bar of red-hot steel was slipping up into her defenseless rectum, ripping her apart, pushing waves of never-touched flesh ahead of it. She nearly fainted from the pain of this unnatural ravishment. Then it withdrew slightly and rammed into her again, splitting her tortured anus even wider and she could only cry out, "Ooooooohhhh! My God! You're killing me!"
"Soon you like," the Greek said, and began to fuck into her. "Ass like this made to fuck. Move it!"
Even had she wanted to, Nona could not have obeyed the obscene command. She was terribly impaled and her mind was dissolving in a red sheet of pain. She had never imagined anything could feel like this and even as the thought passed through her head she felt him pause and flex the huge organ, and perversely, it felt good to her. It might not be bad if only he would hold still for a minute, let her adjust to the length and hot thickness of his cock. Involuntarily, she found her anal muscles relax, and then tighten around him. If only he had not been so rough, jamming himself into her that way! Not that she would ever willingly have allowed herself to be sodomized, but if it had to happen she might have been able to accept it.
Recalling how Aura Lee Talent had so obviously enjoyed it when John did this to her, Nona told herself it had to be pleasurable once you got used to it. Unconsciously, she humped back and rotated her nakedly rounded buttocks, feeling his long surging penis grind inside her tender flesh.
She began to moan, in mingled pain and pleasure. "Oooooooohhhh!"
"You goddamn son of a bitch!"
The roaring words crashed in her ears, breaking the spell, shattering Nona's ability to accept what was happening. Twisting her head as the restraining pressure of the Greek's arm relaxed, she saw her husband, wearing only swim trunks, burst into the room, grabbing Pitarys by his long hair and jerking him backward with insane fury. At the same instant, she felt the reaming cock slip from her straining back passage with a wet, popping sound, and she stumbled, falling to the deck.
It was a short but furious fight. The lust-driven Greek was taken completely by surprise, and had no chance to defend himself. John Stacy's fists, and the knife-edges of his hard hands, turned the other's face to pulp within seconds. Nona was sure she could hear bones breaking, and suddenly the cabin was red with spurting blood from the Greek's nose and mouth. John savagely caught his hair again and jerked his head down, bending him double, and at the same time brought a hard knee up. Teeth spewed like shotgun pellets as Pitarys tried futilely to defend himself against the enraged husband. John's knee came up again, this time burying itself in the other's genitals, smashing his testicles.
With a cry of agony, Pitarys fell to his knees. John, his face black with anger, grabbed him by the hair of his head and dragged him like a sack of wheat up the companion ladder. Without hesitation, he hurled him over the rail into the warm tropic sea. The water turned red with blood as John stood, his chest heaving, and looked down at the almost unconscious man.
Within seconds, dark shapes swarmed around the boat and triangular fins sliced through the water. And then the Greek was screaming. Sharks, maddened by the scent of fresh blood, fought each other to reach the body, and the water turned to a bright red froth that churned and thrashed.
Stumbling to the deck, horrified, Nona watched the savage, slashing death of the man who had violated her rectum. She saw the now-cooling rage on John's face. Bits and pieces of bone and human flesh sank slowly through the water, to be snapped up by the ravenous fish. The entire thing had taken less than two minutes. Shuddering, the beautiful blonde girl covered her eyes, and turned away from the rail.
"Sorry you had to see that," her husband said. "Sorry about a hell of a lot of things."
She couldn't speak. It was all she could do to stumble below and try to find the bikini the sodomy-minded Greek had ripped from her. She was sick with herself, sick of sex and the way she was used. She thought if she could find a gun, she would kill John and then herself. God knew she had been good until all this began.
Now, in a matter of weeks, she had become an instant slut. She felt the still-hot throbbing in her ass and realized that if the Greek had gone about it differently, she would have let him do it to her there, probably even helped him. Why not?
John hadn't touched her in two weeks, had let her be used by LeRoi and Manny. But at least the two mulatto sailors appreciated her as a woman, maybe more than they would have another woman because of her pure pale-blonde hair and light skin. They used her body hard, were rutting beasts, but seemed to take great pleasure in making sure she enjoyed it as much as they. There was a continuous competition to see which could make her cum the most, and soonest.
Well, they had certainly taught her to fuck!
Mister Lum watched the commotion through binoculars, and then revved up the big boat's engines and brought it alongside the Carmen. He looked down at the pink ring of water.
"Scrub one Greek," he said. "What happened?"
John told him and he said, "Sure she didn't invite it? You've been pretty beastly to her."
"I got here by accident and they couldn't have heard me. He was holding her down and she was fighting, but he had the weight and the power and he jammed his prick up her ass ... damn, she screamed. Fucking Greek!"
"Nothing else to be done," Mister Lum agreed calmly. "Watch yourself, John. His friends won't like it."
"'ll be careful. Say, I left the tanks and weights below. We'd better send somebody after them."
Later they discussed, over a bottle of rum, the new problems. As a matter of insurance, both now carried guns and fighting knives. The dead Greek's friends, one known only as Frenchy and the other as Dago Bill, demanded and got a full account of what happened. Although they shrugged, it was obvious they didn't believe it. They believed the Greek had sodomized Nona ... and they believed she had wanted it. Hell, she was fucking and sucking the mulattos, and John had done nothing. So why did he kill the Greek for banging her ass? They had not quite figured out the relationships among John and Mister Lum, LeRoi and Manny, and the three women. All they knew was that everybody was getting plenty of cunt but themselves, and why Mister Lum should cut them off was strange.
The situation had suddenly become complex.
Mister Lum and John decided one or the other of them had to take part in each dive-but not together, because that would leave Dago Bill and Frenchy topside with the women. LeRoi and Manny could be trusted, but they didn't have enough brains, and with no effort at all, Dago Bill and Frenchy could take over both boats and the women. This meant that one of those two would have to go on every dive. Only a man who is bent on suicide goes down alone. And there was the strong possibility that the prospect of sharing in a vast treasure would overcome any great grief either might feel over the demise of the Greek.
Aura Lee solved part of the problem when she said, "I swim like a fish and dive like an otter. I even fuck down there."
They knew it was true. Aura Lee had done some undersea exploring. It was worth a try.
Four days later, they found the ballast heap, a mound of rocks like cobblestones carried in sailing ships to steady them when they were without a weighty cargo. There was no mistaking it the rocks were not of a type to be found in these waters, and, although years of surging tides had scattered them, they still roughly formed the outlines of a ship. And, Aura Lee announced, her charts and notes said this was a likely place.
One of the things which frustrated both Stacy and Mister Lum was the fact they had been unable to find the damn charts. They had done everything but take the Carmen apart with axes. Obviously, Aura Lee was a girl with an ace in the hole and she had hidden the hole well.
But now they finally had something tangible to look at on the bottom of the sea. This was easier talked about than accomplished, for the centuries had heavily encrusted the area with coral. In shifts they dove, with pry bars and slowly attacked the crusted marine growth, but it was slow work. Mister Lum was in favor of using explosives, but was firmly vetoed by Stacy.
"That ballast heap is on the edge of a ledge that goes at least a hundred fathoms down. Whatever's there will take a long dive." This logic prevailed.
Trouble broke out again two days later, stemming from a trivial incident. Mister Lum speared an octopus and, when nobody wished to share, cooked and ate the creature. He promptly became almost deathly ill and took to a bunk on the Carmen where he could at least be away from the incessant rumble of the air compressors on his own boat as they worked to keep the aqualung tanks filled. Under sedation, he finally slept, with Nona aboard to keep an eye on him. The others remained on the power boat, going about the day's work. John and Frenchy were to dive, with Aura Lee also down to watch for sharks. They had barely disappeared under the surface when Nona checked on Mister Lum and discovered him apparently choking. In panic, she hailed the other boat, which was less than a hundred feet away.
Dago Bill, wearing only shorts, immediately dove over the side and quickly swam the short distance. He hurried below and took one look, then heaved the red-faced form of Mister Lum from the bunk, carried him topside and, belly-down, thumped him hard over the rail.
A thick, green stream of vomit poured from his mouth into the sea as Dago Bill continued to bounce him. But his normal color returned and his breathing eased.
"Goddamn fool would eat a fucking octopus!" Dago Bill said as he carried the weakly-groaning man below to his bunk again. "He'll be okay, now that's outa him."
"Thank God," Nona muttered.
Bill got a can of beer from the cooler and pulled the tab and drank deeply. His eyes swept over the long-limbed blonde, and Nona suddenly realized she was wearing nothing but scanty-bikini briefs and a paper-thin shirt, open at the neck, through which the ripe contours of her thrusting breasts could be seen. She knew it was really worse than no shirt at all, because living in this situation had become very informal, and often she and the other women appeared with nothing at all above the waist. The scanty concealment would be more arousing to a man than complete nakedness.
"You look like you could use a drink," Dago Bill said, his eyes darkly pinning her.
"I maybe..." she said, wishing she could vanish. But she made no protest as he mixed a strong rum and Coke, in fact, she drank it greedily, almost choking on the taste, and when he handed her a second, she drank that too. She tried not to return his hungry gaze, but her eyes were drawn to him nonetheless. For lack of anything else to say, she said, "I'm glad you knew what to do."
"Oh, I was expectin' it knew what it was soon as you gave us a shout," Dago Bill said. "Mister Lum gets that way. He can't just puke like anybody else ... have to tip him upside down to get it out of him." He eyed her calculatingly, seeming to strip her bare, but the rum had affected Nona's reflexes and judgment and she barely noticed. She also forgot that, for reasons of his own, Mister Lum had barred Frenchy and Dago Bill and the Greek from going near the women, and the Greek was dead. Pulling her toward him, into his lap and holding her tight with a big hand massaging her breasts, playing with her taut little nipples, he said, "Did the Greek really fuck you in the ass?"
Shocked by the bluntness of the question, she could only nod. She wanted to pull away, but seemed to be without strength. Somehow, being held in his muscular arms felt good, and God knew she'd never had anyone to pour out the terrible story to. She let her pliant young body relax and began to talk, say the things she'd wanted to say to her husband but had not been given the chance. She didn't move to stop his hands as they cupped her breasts, and without protest allowed him to strip away her thin blouse. Then his hand was sliding over the hot roundness of her buttocks, where the scanty bikini barely concealed the cleft of her ass. Beneath her, she could feel his cock long and hard and thick through his shorts. She moaned and squirmed and then his fingers were slowly sliding into the crack of her ass-cheeks, rubbing and spreading them.
"Oooooohhhh ... Noooooo..." Nona moaned softly.
"You poor kid," Dago Bill said, grinning. "I'll bet it hurt like hell."
"It hurt terribly ... the way he just jammed himself in."
"Not like this?" His outstretched middle finger rubbed in a circle around her tightly puckering anus. She tried to close against it but relentlessly it stretched the delicate flesh and suddenly was up inside her up to the first knuckle, rotating slowly. She felt her anus gradually accepting it. She gasped and squirmed and felt the digit slip deeper up into the hot tightness of her channel. Unconsciously she moved, letting her clamped thighs relax and spread slightly. The young blonde wife did not resist as he turned her face toward him and kissed her wetly parted lips, sliding his tongue between them. At the intrusion, she began to suck it as she had sucked cocks, and her breathing became uneven, aroused. A wave of lewd desire swept through her lush young body, and she was conscious that he said, "This feels good, doesn't it?"
"Ummmmmmm..." Nona mumbled. She ground herself down on the impaling finger as it began to fuck in and out of her tight anal opening. She grunted as a second finger moved up deep beside it, and the two began to twirl, stretching her. She wanted to stop this obscenity, but couldn't move, except to squirm. "Ooooooohhhhh!! ! "
"He bent you over a bunk and held you down, and just jammed his prick into you?"
"Yes..." Shamed at the memory, and at what had happened already with Dago Bill, she could hardly whisper the word.
"Come with me," he said, his voice hypnotic.
Nona knew what was going to happen to her, but she was powerless to protest. Docilely, with his fingers still deep in her rectum, she allowed herself to be guided to the big after-cabin. She felt his free hand undoing the ties of her bikini panties. Tears began to come and she whispered, "Please don't do it to me ... let me suck you, or ... "
"You'll like it," Dago Bill said. "Kneel up on the bed with your shoulders on the mattress. Knees wide apart and keep your beautiful little ass pointed straight up."
"Oooooohhhhhh..." Nona moaned. But prodded by his fingers in her anus, she complied, positioning herself in a way she had never thought possible. She closed her eyes, humiliated, awaiting the terrible pain and realized that when the Greek did it to her, it had begun to feel good just before John pulled him out of her and killed him. She felt the bed sag as Dago Bill climbed behind her, felt his hairy legs spreading her soft, tanned thighs even wider, and his fingers stretching her anus. And then, horrified, she heard herself whisper, "Yessss ... put it in!"
With a soft, wet sound his fingers slipped from her, and seconds later she felt the hotly throbbing tip of his cock at her already-distended anus and his hands were spreading her trembling ass-cheeks wide. She grunted as the bulbous head pressed against her tender flesh and then his fingers were kneading her hips, pulling her back to him.
"Aaaaaauuuuuggghhh!! " Nona gasped in pain as her sphincter ring yielded and his massive cock-head popped inside her. She rotated her nakedly gleaming buttocks trying to dislodge his pulsating thickness, but the movement only served to aid his deeper entry. "My God, it's so big!"
"You haven't felt anything yet, baby! Swing your tail around." When she didn't move, he slapped her hard across her quivering buttocks with the flat of his hand. Nona cried out and jerked up and his long thick cock sank several inches deeper into her straining rectal opening.
Then he flexed his lust-hardened shaft and waited, listening to her soft helpless whimpers of pain, and after a minute knew she had relaxed and was ready for more. Slowly he began to fuck in and out of her, each stroke pulling pale pink flesh with it, then pushing it back in. Now she was moving her buttocks willingly with him, arching her back, thrusting a little to match his strokes. "You're built for ass-fucking!"
"Uuuugghhh!" Nona grunted. It felt like a tree was growing in her rectum, but the pain was being replaced, as he had promised, with pleasure. Suddenly she wanted all of it, NOW, no matter how it might hurt! Obscenely she waved her nakedly up-thrust buttocks and reached back to pull the cheeks as far apart as possible, until her flesh was stretched drum-tight. "Fuck in! Fuck all the way in my ass!"
Grasping her around the soft curve of her belly, Dago Bill rammed forward with all his strength. His thickened cock plunged deep up into the spongy heated rectum, sending waves of flesh ahead of it, until his balls slapped against her taut-spread ass cheeks and the lust-swollen lips of her tight young cunt.
"Eeeeeeeeyyyyyyaaaaahhhh!! ! " Nona cried out. The pain shocked her to immobility for a moment, and then, determined to overcome it, she began to fuck back insanely, driving him deeper and deeper up into her shamelessly aroused body. She rocked from side to side and rotated her hips in a salacious spectacle of pure wantonness. "Fuck, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck meeee!! "
Eagerly he began to fuck in and out of her, the formidable hard mass of his penis pistoning into her softly yielding flesh. With each reaming stroke, Nona grunted in pain-pleasure. She gasped in ecstasy as she felt his heavy, sperm-loaded balls scraping against the swollen, distended lips of her pussy, making solid contact with the elongated button of her clitoris. If only the Greek had done it like this! she thought as her internal muscles began to milk him furiously.
And, it seemed in only minutes, she was climaxing. She fucked back so furiously that Dago Bill could hardly keep his long rod of flesh in her thrashing anus. He dropped his weight on the writhing young wife and held her down, thrusting deeper and deeper into her straining young body, spreading her legs so they hung on either side of the bunk.
"Oooooooohhhhh ... now ... now ... I'm cummmmmiiinnngggg!"
Nona's savage response triggered his own. He felt his cum-filled balls burning with need, and then the great gushing of sperm down the length of his thick impaling cock, and jets of it were spraying up into the tightly clasping depths of her rectal passage. Her magnificent ass-cheeks were trembling as if she were getting a strong electrical shock.
They lay locked together, their bodies convulsing, as his hot churning cum filled her anal channel and began to seep around the thick base of his staff and down onto the rumpled sheets.
"Who said sodomy is a pain in the ass?" he chuckled.
"Ummmm ... I won't be able to sit down for a week," Nona flexed her ass-cheeks, holding his twitching penis far up inside her anus, milking him until he was too soft to feel anymore.
"Just what the hell is going on here?" Aura Lee's voice suddenly cut in on them as Dago Bill was lifting himself from Nona's exhausted body, his cock sliding wetly from her anus with a lewd plopping sound. "Damn foolish question, I guess." She shot a hot-eyed look of hatred at Dago Bill as he reached for his shorts and stepped into them. "You fucked her ass! Fellow, you are damn lucky it was me who came over to see how Mister Lum is doing instead of John Stacy. Or you'd be with the Greek now. I think you better ship out, sailor!"
Dago Bill was not inclined to argue. This Aura Lee belonged to Stacy's part of the operation and the bitch could really cause trouble if she felt like it. But something told him she would be cool, not push things. He knew she'd been turning on with the lesbian Vallie, and had eyes for this Nona. But she had not been able to get to her. Well, maybe now he'd given her the chance, and it would all work out.
It turned out he was intuitive ... that was what immediately had come to the devious mind of Aura Lee Talent. He climbed the companionway ladder and without a word dove over the side and swam to the other boat.
Aura Lee crossed to where the naked young wife lay miserably on the bunk, weeping with remorse. Surely John would hear of this, and any chance they had to put things back together would be gone. If only Aura Lee would keep quiet...
'That bastard!" Aura Lee said, reaching out to stroke Nona's trembling flesh. "Did he hurt you badly?"
"Nooo ... I'm sort of sore." She raised her tear-stained face, humiliated that she had been caught in such an obscene situation, and she recognized in Aura Lee's eyes something she had never noticed before ... desire! "I-I let him do it. I wanted him to do it."
"John will kill him like he killed the Greek if he hears."
"He won't hear from me ... only if you let it slip."
"You don't need more trouble, Nona," Aura Lee's hands caressed her, then gently closed on her full young breasts, squeezing and kneading them. Her nipples rose and lengthened, hardening, and Nona groaned softly, undulating in lewd pleasure on the bed, her slender thighs parting. She thought, Aura Lee really doesn't want to ... but she's been very close to Vallie!
"We got off on the wrong foot, I guess," Aura Lee said, "but I really like you and the things you've had to go through ... now I want to be your friend."
Her parted lips closed over one of Nona's lushly ripened breasts and her tongue twirled around the nipple as she began to suck.
"Ooooh ... Please ... NO!" Nona moaned, but felt the urgent desire rising again, this time for something gentle.
"John will never know," Aura Lee Talent whispered.
Her flickering tongue made its way down the smooth satiny flesh of the young bride's body. Nona closed her eyes, trying to fight off the vision of what she had descended to. And then incredibly soft lips were kissing the insides of her thighs, tantalizing the sensitive flesh.
Nona opened her eyes and between the quivering twin peaks of her breasts she saw the dark-haired girl kneeling between her legs. She felt the feather-touch of hair over her loins as the beautiful face moved between her legs, pink tongue searching. And then it was slithering up and down the fevered lips of her wetly pulsating cunt, burrowing into the nest of blonde hair, seeking and finding her erect little clitoris.
"Ooooooooohhh ... Aaaaaaahhhh!" Mona cried out softly as the lewdly probing wet spear discovered her cuntal passage and slid quickly up it while gentle hands cupped the ass-cheeks Dago Bill had just spread so wide and which she had offered wantonly. Well, Nona told herself, this is no more unnatural. With that thought she yielded, beginning to roll and undulate lewdly on the bed, spreading her thighs wide to allow Aura Lee's tight-pressed face full access to her warmly flowing cunt. She began to fuck upward urgently as the tongue sloshed and tickled her vaginal lips with a movement like the wings of a butterfly, and the blonde wife thought of the times LeRoi and Manny had done this to her. "You're better," she sighed in pleasure. "So much better than a man..."
From the cabin door, where he had silently managed to stagger from his sickbed, Mister Lum watched, both amused and aroused.
Now, he thought, I've really got a handle on Stacy. Nona turning on to ass-fucking, and now with girls ... she'll bust her ass to keep him from knowing.
Because she knows he'll break her pretty neck.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"No shit, you'll never believe this," Dago Bill said in a low voice to Frenchy. He could hardly believe it himself, and had to tell somebody. The Frenchman could keep his mouth shut. He went on to tell what had happened.
"All the way in her ass?"
"She actually begged for it."
The Frenchman groaned. "I should get some of that."
"Be damn careful. Most of the time he doesn't seem to give a shit, but you know what happened to the Greek..."
"I'll watch it."
Through the open porthole of the cabin below, Vallie heard enough of the conversation to gather what had happened. But she said or did nothing until Aura Lee swam back aboard an hour later. She quickly drew Aura Lee aside, and instantly saw guilt written all over the brunette's face. She told Aura Lee what she had overheard, adding, "You were over there well?"
"He did it to her and Nona was asking for it."
"And you YOU did it to her too!" Vallie accused coldly, suddenly reading the evasive expression correctly. Savagely she slapped Aura Lee across the face. "Now I'm not lover enough for you?"
"Ooooh! Don't hit me!" Aura Lee cried, dropping to her knees and abjectly wrapping her arms around the firm, slender flesh of the redhead's thighs. "She was READY! We'll share her ... you'll like her much more than me!"
"Tramp!" Vallie spat, then sighed. "Well, let it ride keep quiet!"
Submissively, Aura Lee bowed her head. Her hands went to the elastic rim of Vallie's shorts. Slowly she drew them downward over the gently curving ass-cheeks and down the long firm thighs. A second later she buried her face in the soft auburn fringe of Vallie's cunt, her tongue sliding into the warm folds of succulent pussy flesh.
* * *
Mister Lum had a strong constitution, and the sight of Nona being sodomized, and then voraciously eaten by Aura Lee, had stimulated his return to health. After the brunette returned to the power boat, he walked past the drowsing Nona, sprawled nakedly on the bed, and found a bottle of rum, from which he drank deeply three times. Then, seeking aspirin to ease his throbbing head, he searched the boat for some of the pain-killer.
In Aura Lee's gear locker, he found the penis-shaped vibrator, and just seeing it brought lewd ideas to his mind. When he had taught Nona to suck, she had been good. By now she must be an expert. He went and lay down beside her, prodding her to awareness.
"Climb over me we'll see how you like to sixty-nine," he ordered. "And I've got a whole new treat for you."
"Oh, God, no more!" Nona pleaded. But one long look at his hawkish face and she capitulated. She straddled him and reached for his rising penis, stroking it, drawing the foreskin back. Shamed at her own lewd hunger, she opened her lips wide and began to lick his hardening flesh before sucking the swelling head into her wetly heated mouth.
She felt his hands pulling her down to him, his thumbs spreading the still-damp lips of her pussy, his breath hot on the coral-hued inner flesh. Unable to help herself, she sucked urgently on his spear of thick manhood, her head rising and falling smoothly, her tongue laving the length of it. At the same time, the tip of his tongue fluttered over the aroused bud of her clitoris, and she could not repress a gasp of pleasure. She began to lightly massage his balls with her fingers.
And then she felt something she could not understand. Something hard was easing deep into her pussy! But it was more rigid than any she had ever known ... she was sucking his penis, so what...? She raised her head momentarily and looked down between the nakedly swaying mounds of her breasts and saw he had a thing that looked and felt just like a penis, and he was sliding it in and out of her wetly flexing pussy.
"What. . . ? " she mumbled around the head of his cock.
"Vibrator, baby. Wait until you get this up your ass!"
Wondering abjectly how many ways she could be debased, Nona yielded and licked the hot, bulbous head of his cock, waiting. This time her tightly puckered anus did not resist the intrusion and, feeling his tongue working in her pussy, she moaned and writhed in a wild delight at the dual sensation. The thing was sliding up, up, up into her belly while slavishly she drove her sucking mouth up and down his rigid shaft of pulsing flesh ... and suddenly his wonderfully devouring mouth was pulled from the flowing slit of her pussy.
"What the hell ... battery must be dead," he muttered, and slid it from her tightly clasping anal opening. Nona did not move, but lay with his warmly throbbing cock buried to the hilt in her mouth, waiting.
Annoyed, because he knew how the vibrator turns a woman on, Mister Lum unscrewed the base of the device and tried to shake the battery out. Instead, a common film canister dropped into his hands.
He opened it and pulled out the strip of 16 mm negatives, and one glance was enough to tell him he'd found Aura Lee's secret.
"Baby, get the hell off me," he said, excited, pushing her up.
"Nooooo..." the now-aroused Nona cried out as she felt the hot maleness of him escaping her avid mouth. She whirled around and demanded, "Why are you stopping now?"
"No time to talk ... try your fingers," he said coldly, knowing he might well be holding a fortune. He shook the vibrator at her. "Keep your mouth shut, pretty blonde, or John hears how you begged to be buggered and turned on for Aura Lee."
"I won't say anything," Nona whispered, and began to cry. Her body ached for cock and more cock, in every orifice, in every way. She thought bitterly it was so unjust for these people to make her this way, and then leave her hung up.
Mister Lum ignored her sobs as he wrapped the film can in a waterproof bag, slipped it under his shorts and drove into the warm tropical waters. Suddenly he didn't feel sick at all. Things were working out just fine.
* * *
Vallie and Aura Lee lay close together on a narrow bunk, the cabin illuminated only by the moon through the porthole. For once they were not interested in each other's bodies.
"We have to knock these bastards off one by one," Vallie said. "For what they've done to you, me, Nona. You're sure there's a ship down there. A bullion ship? Positive?"
"There has to be," Aura Lee murmured. "I know the ballast stones. I found some old coins I think but they're all covered with coral and crusted together. I left them."
"We can figure a way to take out the men ... maybe all except Manny and LeRoi. They're not too bright, and they like white meat."
"Mister Lum is pretty sharp and Harry Carp is pure murder," Aura Lee said. "No telling when Harry will show."
"We worry about Harry later. Baby, I think we have a good deal going." She began to kiss and nuzzle the dark-haired girl.
* * *
The next morning, Aura Lee killed Dago Bill in a way she had spent half the night devising.
Bill and John and she dove on the ballast heap on the high side, at a depth of about fifteen fathoms. The tropic sun was burning hot, and she announced she saw no point to the hindrance of a bikini underwater. Stark naked, she slipped the aqualung harness on and then her weight belt and flippers. She rubbed the firm young globes of her breasts, turning to the sun.
"A guy should wear a jock, or he might meet a fish that-likes big worms," Dago Bill said, laughing. He peeled down his trunks and stood exposed only in a jockstrap. Shrugging, John Stacy did the same, and then all three climbed down the ladder and eased into the sea. The two men went first, and Aura Lee lingered on the ladder, swinging her taut little ass-cheeks, giving them a long, enticing look at the dark-fringed furrow of her pussy. Winking lewdly, she dropped into the water, and the three took what tools they planned to use, and emptied vials of shark repellent into the water. All were expert swimmers. John did not like the current. It wasn't strong enough to hamper their dive, but it was dissipating the repellent too swiftly.
Aura Lee performed a perfect surface dive, the smooth globes of her naked buttocks flashing golden in the sun. Each had enough air for an hour. With pry bars, John and Dago Bill would work awhile, armed with a gas-powered spear gun, Aura Lee would stand guard against sharks. Trailing bubbles, the trio went deep.
As Aura Lee suspected, John was in better shape. He kept prying and prodding without letup, while the huskier Bill had to rest, lying motionless on the bottom, every few minutes. Aura Lee, the spear gun in hand, swam over to him after a half hour passed. Through her face mask, her eyes mocked him. She saw him getting mad, using more air than needed. Teasingly, she reached through the warm water and pulled his jockstrap away from his genitals, then grabbed his long thick penis and began to pump it. She pulled her body down close to his until the tips of her conical breasts were flattened against the muscles of his chest. Her fingers played with his balls and rolled his foreskin up and down and she could tell he was about to go crazy.
Then, pressing him on his back, she slowly mounted him and tried to guide his rapidly growing penis up into her pussy, but he was not fully erect.
Grinding her pelvis down on him, guiding, she worked to get him inside her, but the half-aroused head would barely pass the lips of her tightly clasping cunt.
It was going exactly as she had planned.
Drawing deeply on the mouthpiece of her aqualung, she pulled it away from her face and slowly, mockingly, mouthed one word so that even though he could not hear, he would understand.
"Softy!"
Then, taking another deep breath, she maneuvered in the warm water until, her dark tresses were trailing like a mermaid's, she drifted down to his loins. She pulled his thickening cock quickly into her mouth, deeply and sucked. From the corner of her eye she could see the unbelieving expression on Dago Bill's face. It was plain nothing like this had ever happened to him before.
For minutes she alternated with either the mouthpiece of the aqualung or his quickly-hardening cock between her lips. The weirdness of the situation was obviously getting to him.
When his wildly throbbing penis was like a rod of steel, she took her mouth away, gulped more air from the lung, and pulled his loins up to her. Parting her lips, she closed them over the sac, feeling the fullness and warmth of them. Once, twice, three times she ran her tongue around them, sucking, until she knew she must breathe again in seconds.
Then she bit down savagely, with all the strength in her jaws!
Her sharp little teeth ripped through the outer skin of his scrotum and then through cords and tendons. In underwater slow-motion, she twisted her head, hanging on like a bulldog, teeth slashing like the jaws of a Doberman pinscher even as his body attempted to jackknife in agony.
And in an instant it was over! She spat one egg-shaped testicle from her mouth, saw the other hanging by only a thin Cord. With a quick scissoring of her legs, Aura Lee kicked away from the spreading pool of fresh blood, moving like a porpoise with the aid of her flippers. Through the lung, she gulped air.
A hundred feet away. John Stacy, letting a pry bar drop from his fingers, was starting toward her. She swirled, grabbed the spear gun and pointed urgently toward the surface. Already she could see long, ominous white-bellied shapes moving in on the blood like underwater missiles. She outswam him to the glittering sun-heated surface and went for the boat like a torpedo. Shedding the scuba gear as she reached the rope ladder, she scrambled up it. He was close behind her, as triangular fins swarmed toward them. Beneath them they heard the loud thud of a shark slamming into the side of the boat! Both were gasping as Manny and LeRoi quickly pulled them over the rail.
"What the hell happened?" John panted.
Breasts heaving, hair streaming over her face, Aura Lee found it easy to say, "Dago Bill pooped out! He went to sit and I guess he sat on a coral spike that cut a big artery in his thigh. He just spurted blood. I tried to stop it with my fingers, but no way. I had to get out!"
"Oh, Jesus!" Nona moaned, sick to her stomach as she saw the surface suddenly explode in thrashing black shapes three sharks were fighting over a leg! Well, however the people came out, on this expedition the sharks were having a feast. First the Greek and now Dago Bill. Her thoughts were reflected in the callous comment uttered by Mister Lum an instant later.
"Sharks 2, Home team Zero."
For a short time, Aura Lee Talent was afraid John Stacy might accuse her of murder, and then realized there was no way he could. He had been far enough distant that the water would have dimmed and distorted his vision. She had no knife or any weapon except the spear gun, and that was unfired. To someone that far away, it might well have looked as she bent over Dago Bill's loins, that she was indeed trying to stop a flow of blood instead of castrating him with her mouth, the way the Australian sheepherders did it. She relaxed.
Frenchy stood aside, quiet, wary. He didn't like it. When the sharks had gone, it was he who volunteered to dive and recover the equipment. He didn't know what to make of it when he found the spear gun unfired they couldn't have used it, retrieved the spear and reloaded. Maybe the dark-haired chick was telling the truth. But he sure as hell doubted it.
John Stacy was not satisfied either, but he was not sure why. It could have happened as Aura Lee said, but he knew Dago Bill as an experienced scuba diver. Not a man to sit his ass down on a coral spike.
* * *
'This thing is turning to shit," John Stacy said. "I should be able to think of something."
"Damn, I'm about ready to call Harry Carp," Mister Lum said, refilling their water glasses with straight rum.
"Nobody-likes a smart ass."
"Hell, I'm out of my depth," Mister Lum admitted. "Harry wouldn't take it hard. I haven't hurt you, and I've lost three men. Harry's not a bad chap."
"Write him a love letter."
"No shit, to him this is business, like it is to me, mate. And business he doesn't much care about, or he'd be aboard!" Mister Lum sighed. "Last time I saw Harry Carp he hit me with a bottle."
"Not very nice."
"Worse than that. It was my bottle. It was full. It broke."
"Maybe we should get rid of the cunt and come back. Cunt aboard ship are bad news."
"Drink to that."
They drank with a determination, and they got very drunk.
* * *
As the night wore on, Frenchy withdrew to what he considered a good battle station and began honing a knife which had served him well for years.
The three women, seeing the men getting drunker, took the lifeboat over to the Carmen.
They had suddenly become friends although they were not sure they liked each other.
LeRoi and Manny disappeared as best they could, smelling trouble, and LeRoi said, "I think we outa sweet fuckin' an' suckin', an' they's trouble comin'. "
Frenchy decided he would be better off on a boat, even a slow boat, with three women than on this pistol with two hard guys who were getting smashed, and a couple of mulattos who might decide to just call it a bad job, cut everybody's throat and go into the boat business.
* * *
"You did a good job, honey," Vallie said. "Just like you planned it? No knife?"
"With my own little teeth. Cracked his nuts."
"You mean you...? " Nona said, beginning to realize.
In explicit detail, they told her, and she wanted to be sick. Then they argued that a man who would do something like sodomizing her deserved no better fate, and while Nona could not agree, she could see the reason behind their thinking. Hadn't she seen men, including her own husband, doing equally vile things to them?
The only real hole in this line of thought was that Nona had to admit to herself that, once the men started with her, she loved it! If only Jolin had been man enough to overcome her almost-juvenile objections and teach her himself
what a marriage they might have had! As it was, Nona doubted he cared for her at all any longer. True, he had killed the Greek for sodomizing her, but she suspected that was more outraged male vanity than concern for her.
Unaccountably, her initial revulsion toward the ravishing redhead and the immoral Aura Lee had dissipated. She did not cringe when they touched her near-naked body or put their arms around her and even caressed her breasts.
"Baby, let's all go to bed," Vallie whispered, her tongue circling Nona's ear while her fingers squeezed her nipples to hardness. "We don't need those drunken sailors."
"The three of us," Aura Lee Talent murmured, sliding her fingers deftly up between Nona's trembling thighs to find the wetly-swelling cunt-lips.
Nona couldn't reply. But she made no resistance as they led her to the big bed in the master cabin. The two of them lay down with her between them, in a dim light. They kissed and fondled her to fresh arousal. She found herself caressing Aura Lee's dark head while her own breasts were being kissed and sucked and squeezed, and her shapely white thighs were opening wide to give Vallie's eagerly-licking tongue quick and unhindered access to the wetness of her eagerly throbbing cunt.
From time to time the three bodies languidly changed positions, and Nona found her tongue delving eagerly into the sweet-scented pussy of Aura Lee, licking up the beautiful brunette's flowing juices, while Vallie's warm sensuous mouth was glued tightly to her own pulsing pussy and Aura Lee's face was lost in the pale, hot flesh of Vallie's thighs.
None of them heard the Frenchman come hand-over-hand up the anchor rope.
For a long time he crouched like a cat outside a mouse hole, watching and listening. It was bizarre, but he believed that damn Aura Lee could have bitten Dago Bill's balls off and-likely had. Well, that was over and done with. And these broads were all queer as Hogan's goat. Damn, the way they were licking each other, all three at one time. Tongues sliding in and out of each other's pussies, lips sucking, hands pinching and grabbing and sliding.
Well, he'd wait until they were a little tired, and then take his pick. The blonde, Nona, was the snooty one, and she sure did have a nice, tight-looking ass-hole. He'd fuck her there, and make the other give him tongue jobs while he did it lick his balls and everything. From the pocket of his water-soaked jeans, he drew the knife and flicked the blade open...
Frenchy was so engrossed in the lewd sight of the three entwined women that he never heard John Stacy climb over the stern of the motorsailer. Stacy made no immediate move, although he spotted the hulking voyeur. He was at the state of drunkenness where he had suddenly become sober and saw things with great clarity, and his mind worked at top speed. Through a different porthole, he watched the same action. It was unbelievable to him that his young, puritanical wife could be involved in something like this! The other vile, obscene things she had done she had at least been partly pressured into.
Now, she was the aggressor!
He could either kill her or enjoy her.
Maybe enjoy her and then kill her. Who could blame him?
Meanwhile, there was the Frenchman, with his knife. John didn't feel like fighting a man with a knife at the moment. He realized how much rum he had poured down and knew his reflexes would be off. He forced himself to wait his chance.
It was not long in coming. The Frenchman made it possible.
When the Frenchman guessed the women were satisfied with their sexual excesses he slipped, silently barefoot, into the cabin that was rich with the smell of female cum. They half-screamed in surprise and fear when his deeply-tanned form, clad only in dungarees, appeared.
"I will join the party," he said, grinning. "And if I am not invited..." he gestured with the gleaming knife ". . . I may use this! But I do not think I will have to. It would be so easy to tell John Stacy how his wife is now a lesbian. And to tell Mister Lum how Dago Bill really died. The.Dago was a valuable man. Well. . . ? "
Vallie made the decision, after long silence as she said, "It could be hell, mostly for Nona. What's one more cock? Which one of us do you want?"
"All three!" He stripped his pants off and his rigid penis sprung free, long and throbbing, standing nearly upright from his hard-muscled belly. He pointed to Vallie and Aura Lee. "You two start me on a trip around the world and you, blonde bitch, bring your pussy over where I can lick it a little and play with your ass-hole!"
The three beautiful women exchanged glances and finally moved to obey. As the Frenchman lay on his back, the knife held in his right hand, they bent and began to lick his naked body.
He stretched, opening his hairy legs wide so they could mouth his genitals. With his left hand he pulled the humiliated Nona to him, made her lie on her side and part her velvet-like thighs. He cushioned his head on the warm flesh, turned his face so his mouth was against her wetly throbbing pussy. As his tongue speared eagerly into her sweet cuntal depths, he boldly pushed his fingers between her splayed ass-cheeks and wormed one, two and then three into her unresisting anal opening.
All the while, the knife was held ready. He knew if they didn't obey, he would enjoy using it. And they knew it also. After several minutes, as moist lips and slithering tongues made his entire body glisten and Vallie had taken his cock deep into her mouth and was deftly if not eagerly sucking, he pushed them all away.
"Enough of that. . . you, blondie, up on your hands and knees and get your ass wide open! Aura Lee, you just lick my cock and get it nice and wet so it doesn't tear your girl friend's ass-hole apart when I stick it up her tail. And you, Red, you put it in for me!"
Groaning, sick with disgust at the sight they might present to anyone who might see them-thank God no one could Nona, completely subjugated by both men and women in the past few days, docilely assumed the subservient position she knew so well by now. She looked back without showing emotion as Frenchy mounted her from behind, the wetly glistening cudgel of his penis swaying in fleshy menace. Aura Lee was licking it and his cum-filled balls, and Vallie was holding its pulsating hardness in her fingers. This didn't seem to bother them.
Nona didn't resist. She even tried to help, spreading her knees wide, lowering herself until her face was on the mattress and her defenseless buttocks stretched so that her tight little anus presented a perfect target. The quicker he got into her, the quicker he'd get out, she thought in quiet desperation. She could see the other girls licking and sucking, and then she felt the hot, rubbery tip pushing at her defensively puckering anus. She grunted and jerked back to receive it as Vallie held it in place and the Frenchman lunged forward, driving his hot implacable cock far up into her rectum.
It was long and wet and hard, and the young blonde bride hardly felt any pain as he plunged to his full length in one skilted stroke. She grunted softly and swayed her ass lewdly, fucking back at him, feeling the sudden rise of pleasure in her loins.
And then the four figures on the bed froze as John Stacy burst into the cabin, roaring like an enraged bull.
CHAPTER EIGHT
In Nona's lust-blurred mind it was almost the scene she had gone through when John caught the Greek doing the same thing to her, only this time much more horrible because there were others and it was even more brutal. John's shout of rage had been enough to startle Frenchy into dropping the knife.
And then John was on him, jerking him out of her body. But instead of battering him with his fists, he hit him only once not hard enough to knock him out, but to immobilize him.
"Son of a bitch fuck my wife in the ass and use a knife!" he bellowed. Seemingly without effort, he heaved Frenchy up through the hatch, a distance of a good eight feet. He grabbed the knife and went after him, his heavy muscles cording with insane rage as the semi-conscious Frenchy tried to pick himself up from the tossing deck of the Carmen. With murder in his eyes, Stacy looked at him, and Frenchy knew there was no chance of mercy. He could see the stunned faces of the women peering from the hatchway as Stacy, his chest heaving, reached down and with one big hand seized the
Frenchman's still erect penis and squeezed with all his strength. He said, his voice lower now, 'if I'm not man enough to do this trick, you might live ... I doubt it."
like a circus strong man, he began to lift directly upwards, unmindful of the other man's terrible scream of pain. Frenchy, attempting to ease the agony, actually helped, raising groggily on tiptoes as he tried to pull away from the racking agony centered in his genitals. As he came up, John Stacy threw all his muscle into the effort.
"Aaaaaaauuuu uuuggggghhhhheeeeeeee!! ! ! " Frenchy cried out, his scream terrifying in its agony.
Every muscle in his hard young body straining, with his one clenched fist Stacy lifted the other until he dangled over the rail, a hundred and seventy pounds held by a sac of crushed testicles and a now limp penis.
In his other hand, Stacy held the knife with which Frenchy had terrorized the women. Now he made one slashing movement. Blood spurted and there was a spattering of fecal matter in the instant before the screaming, writhing body hit the water. Panting, he threw the severed penis and still-attached testicles to the deck.
"Fucker," he said. His eyes found the horrified face of his lovely blonde wife and he said, "We'll talk later."
"Good thinking," a voice said. From the bridge, Mister Lum looked down, a machine pistol held across his arms. Less than an hour before, he had appeared to be dead drunk, but if so, he'd recovered just as he had from eating octopus. "I don't like to interfere in family affairs, but I think we'd better have a talk, John. You still look hot. Start swimming to my boat."
"Sharks!" Aura Lee shouted, as dorsal fins began to swarm around the shrilly screaming Frenchman.
"We'll take the dinghy," Mister Lum conceded, then grimaced as the man in the water shrieked once more before his head was bitten off with one loud snapping of a shark's mouth.
* * *
"You are a hard man," Mister Lum said as they raised glasses. "You might at least have cut his throat first."
"Fuck him ... fuck it all."
The shock of what he had done was just now hitting Stacy. He was not sorry that he had killed Frenchy ... he was only surprised that he had so much strength. He thought how easy it would be to reach across the wardroom table and with a single blow smash Mister Lum's throat, kill him in an instant. But he didn't want to do that, even though Mister Lum had violated his then-innocent wife. In time, they would settle that matter, but not through a sneak attack. Mister Lum seemed to understand this also. He brushed back his sandy hair and spoke.
"Guess who's coming to have late supper with us?"
"Fidel Castro?"
"Harry Carp. True. He was yelping for you on the radio and I replied. He knows the situation. He'll negotiate."
"He'd negotiate to ship snow to Siberia."
"Well, we should get some sort of story together."
On the Carmen the three young women were also trying to get a story together, something to appease the wrath of John Stacy. Each was convinced that, had Mister Lum not been there, Stacy would have taken the knife to them next. They went into detail on their varied encounters with the men, not sparing themselves. When Nona mentioned the vibrator Mister Lum had pushed up her ass and then discovered it didn't work, Aura Lee went white and cursed. She ran to her gear locker and after several minutes of searching, discovered it was gone. She knew immediately that Mister Lum had the film, had the only card that could keep her in this deadly game.
"What is it, baby?" Vallie asked.
"Nothing important," Aura Lee replied. "Just something I lost."
She was thinking fast. She had no one to turn to but John Stacy if anyone could get the films back, he would be the one. And he was savage enough to do the job.
* * *
A large amphibian plane roared low over the two anchored boats, and Stacy signaled with a light from the power craft. Minutes later, the still-slender but hard-mouthed figure of Harry Carp came aboard. From the bridge, Mister Lum trained a machine gun on the other men in the plane. It had been agreed Harry would come alone. Moments later the amphib wallowed in the lazy troughs, gathered speed, began to lift, and was gone. Harry Carp took the stub of a cigar from his mouth and flipped it into the ocean.
"You always were a murderous bastard, Mister Lum," he said. "What's the body count?"
"Four. Your friend killed three and a chick knocked off the other."
They talked for an hour over glasses of dark rum, and finally Harry Carp said, "It comes to this. You've found some rocks and they look good. Meanwhile, that pussycat Aura Lee is holding up the whole show, keeping the charts back. Let's go get 'em."
"How?" the other two said in unison.
"Fuck it out of them." He stared hard as Mister Lum and went on. "You say they're queer for each other which one's weakest?"
"Nona," Mister Lum said without hesitating. "Vallie broke Aura Lee in, and then Aura Lee turned Nona on ... maybe they're still fighting over her."
"Let's go." Harry Carp showed no emotion as he said to John, "Your beautiful blonde bride is going to get the heavy action. Aura Lee may break to save her. It looks like she's gone a long way down the road these past few days."
John Stacy remembered how Nona had so eagerly taken to sucking, and even getting a cock deep in her tight little ass, and now she was making it with girls. Well, she had to pay for that trip.
"Let's go fuck her," he said. "All of us at once."
Again the small boat crossed the water to the Carmen. For all their talk, the women had accomplished little, and they had been drinking. Aura Lee was momentarily terrified at the appearance of the cold-eyed Harry Carp and even more so when he put the question of the missing charts to them.
Aura Lee was glad she hadn't told the others that Mister Lum now had the film, but she was filled with fear as she and Vallie were quickly manacled to the mast which rose through the deck of the big cabin of the motorsailer while Nona cowered on one of the wide bunks which could be turned into beds. Harry Carp smiled without humor as he spoke to Aura Lee.
"We're through fucking with you, girl. We want the charts. Now. Or your pretty blonde girl friend gets it gaud! And when we can't use her anymore, it's your turn!"
"Oooooh, my God!" Nona said, pleading helplessly to her implacable husband as he dropped his dungarees and stood with his huge penis throbbing and ready for female flesh. She looked with terrified eyes to Vallie and Aura Lee and saw no hope there. "Why me ... oh. why meeeeeee!! ! "
"Because you're here, Nona." Harry Carp said, stripping naked as Mister Lum. grinning, did the same.
"Make it quick," John Stacy said, seeing his revenge upon his wanton and unfaithful wife within reach, forgetting that it was he who put her in this degrading position. He considered the rich curves of her hips and buttocks, the resilient mounds of her full, wide-set breasts, the abject terror in her eyes. Her tiny belly shook with fear and tears streamed from her eyes as he continued, "I want her ass-hole. You two fight over whatever's left!"
"Oh, John!" Nona gasped.
"You know the position well enough by now," he said with fury. "Get it up there!"
Subserviently, she rose to knees and elbows, splaying herself wide, offering the plane of her tight anus for his impalement. Such a thing was terrible enough in itself, but was he going to do it to her with the others watching? Maybe using her at the same time? She couldn't believe it! She bent and waited, hoping he'd at least try to prepare her.
John didn't. He moved behind her on his knees and savagely rammed a thumb into her tightly-puckered anus.
"Aaaaaauuuuuggghhhh!" she cried out, squirming at the pain.
"You didn't yell like that when the fucking Frenchy screwed your tail," her husband said as he plunged his thumb in and out urgently, pulling tender pink flesh with it. "Open up wide, kid, here it comes, all the way up to your fucking throat!"
Before Nona realized what was happening, the lust-bloated head of his cock rammed himself for a totally-impaling thrust, and then with all the fury and strength of his young, hard-muscled body, jammed into her tender flesh. It felt like she was getting split by a great piston.
"Aaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh!! ! " she shrieked in agony as the weight of his body crushed her to the bunk and her legs flailed. She felt the full length of him ripping into her, filling her back passage with unendurable heat it was far worse than what the Greek had done! "Eeeeeuuuuugggghhhhh!"
"Shut up and fuck, you slut!"
Remorselessly he began to slam in and out of her futilely straining rectum even as his hands jerked her upward so she was again on her knees, her thrashing ass-cheeks pointed at the overhead. With each smashing lunge, she cried out in pure pain. For a minute she actually fainted, slumping forward, and then her attacker held her trembling hips up until she recovered. It was a short time, but enough for her body to adjust to the brutal ravage men t and now John was only flexing the length of his long thick penis in her, and she was responding to that, beginning to relax.
It was actually feeling good, now that the initial torture was past! She rocked slightly, feeling his hotly throbbing cock probe her rectum and softly sighed, "Oooooooohhhh ... ooooooohhhhhh!! ! ! "
"Yeah, you like it up your ass," he said. "Well, there's a lot more waiting for you. Nona baby!"
Again he began to fuck into her, but not so brutally now, as if he wanted to arouse her. And Nona was aroused. In minutes she was screwing back, raising her nakedly churning buttocks, trying to feel him deeper up inside her rectum.
She worked a hand back under her clenching belly to find her clitoris and massage it furiously while her quivering ass-cheeks swung in wide circles and then she was cumming!
"Oooooohhhh! Screw me! Fuck me!" she moaned as the hot fire inside her burst loose and the pale-white cum began to spurt from the clenching lips of her pussy. Lost in her mindless passion, she could only cry out, "Keep it in me, up me, fucking meeeee!"
"Roll over, Nona, you've just started!"
His big hands were tipping her, turning her, so she found herself lying atop him her back against his chest with his rampant cock still buried to the hilt in her rectum while her legs splayed wide on either side of his heaving body.
"Okay, somebody fuck her," John called out.
In an instant, Mister Lum had crawled between their open legs, his thick menacing cock ready. Nona felt it pushing against the now-slippery lips of her cunt. I can I take them both at once! But Mister Lum was forcing entry. She wept in pain and shame with the sudden intrusion of another penis that plunged up into her belly even as her uncaring husband's pounded without mercy up deep into her wide-stretched anus.
"You're killing meeeee!" She tried to struggle but both men held her tightly sandwiched between them. She could feel the two angry penises rubbing together through the thin membrane which separated her cuntal and rectal passages, and she groaned in pain and humiliation. "How can you do this to a woman...? "
"Easy, pretty blonde," Mister Lum said as he fucked up into her shaking body. "First you find a woman, and then..."
The two men stopped moving for a minute, and her tortured flesh began to accept their rigidly throbbing penises. Now that they were both deep inside her, it didn't feel so bad. She flexed her muscles and her body undulated.
"Wrap your legs around my back, Nona," Lum commanded.
Mindlessly, she obeyed, and they began to fuck in and out of her in rhythm.
It suddenly felt good! She wanted these wonderfully hard cocks in her!
With wet, sluicing sounds, they plunged in and out of her now-eager flesh, buffeting her between them, their naked bodies slapping moistly together. Groaning in mounting ecstasy, she clamped her long, slender legs tight around the man above her while she felt her husband's cock spear deep up into her wide-stretched rectum from below.
"Cumming ... I'm cummmiinnng!! ! " Nona cried out, her dark eyes rolling in her head as she clawed in passion at both men and her body jerked wildly as the hot. sweet fluids were released from deep inside it. "Keep fucking! I can keep cumming!"
She was conscious then of Harry Carp moving to the end of the bed, to her head, turning her face toward his naked loins, where his long heavy cock stood out throbbingly erect. He knelt over her face and rubbed the tip over her lust-contorted lips, and she could taste the saltiness of his pre-seminal fluid on her tongue.
She ovalled her lips and kissed the burgeoning head and then sucked it into her mouth voraciously.
"You Goddamn animals!" Vallie screamed. "Pick on a man!"
Nona tried with all her strength to respond to each lunging stroke of the three penises. Her voluptuous young body rocked in complete wantonness and she held Harry Carp's balls in her fingers and rolled them sensuously. God! She was cumming again! It felt like she was going to explode and wondered if any other woman had ever been fucked by three men at once so beautifully! She no longer cared what she looked like ... all she wanted to be was what she was at this moment being taken anally, vaginally, and orally. And somewhere, Vallie was still yelling. She let Harry Carp's warm hard cock escape her wetly rounded lips for a moment.
"Shut up, damn it, they're fucking meeeee!! ! ! "
Urgently she guided the mushroom-shaped head again into her devouring mouth, her tongue swirling, probing the little slit at the end, drawing him so deep into her throat that she nearly choked, but unable to restrain herself with the two wonderfully rigid cocks ramming deep into her vitals below. Suddenly those penises were swelling to an almost intolerable size. Then they jerked simultaneously and began spewing their hot, pent-up semen into her yearning belly, and she could feel the great flood rushing from the flexing lips of her cunt and her tightly-clenched anus. This drove her to suck even more furiously on Harry Carp's swelling phallus, and her soft wet mouth made the head grow until it alone almost filled her straining mouth. Abruptly her own release was triggered, and she bucked and moaned, and in passion bit down on the thick ejaculating cock.
Nona heard Harry yell in sudden pain, and-in her mindless passion she continued to hold his cum-emptying balls tightly, furiously milking his throbbing staff with her other hand, as the sweet thick cum flooded into her throat and belly. She tightened the muscles of her genitals, trying to hold the still-spurting staffs of her husband and Mister Lum in her pussy and anus while she drank every drop of Harry Carp's delicious semen. She held them all to her until their maleness was soft and empty and her own young, vibrant body had stopped quaking out its orgasm.
Wide-eyed, Nona finally regained her senses. She saw Vallie and Aura Lee, chained to the mast, both staring at her, unbelieving. She gulped, her throat still hot with cum and managed to speak.
"What a fuck!"
'They didn't break," John Stacy said, looking wearily at Harry Carp as Harry drew away from Nona, a thick string of cooling cum linking his penis with her lust-swollen lips. "They didn't give a shit what we did with her."
"No point to fucking that pair they could take on a herd of wart hogs," Mister Lum observed.
"In the days of wooden ships and iron men, the cat o' nine tails worked well," Harry Carp said. "Would there be anything in that line aboard?"
"It happens a masochistic chick I knew in Panama gave me one," Mister Lum said. "Taught me to use it on her until her pretty ass was cherry-red."
"How many strokes?"
"It would depend on how they're laid on," Mister Lum said, considering the two naked and manacled girls. "Now, we could tie Aura Lee wide open on the bowsprit and lay a few on her pussy. Then dash sea water on it. Burns like bloody hell. Trouble there is it tears up a cunt."
"The world is full of cunt," said John Stacy, joining the game. "Mister Lum, if you will bring the cat, I will bring the bucket of water. It's night, but we have plenty of lights."
"They won't do it ... they wouldn't dare to do it!" Aura Lee whispered to Vallie.
"How many sharks did you see at the dinner table?"
Mister Lum went to fetch the cat o' nine tails, while John Stacy rigged a line to a canvas bucket.
By the time arrangements were complete, Harry Carp had made one change. Rather than spread her young body on the bowsprit, Aura Lee would be spread-eagled on the rigging of the mainmast. There, she would suffer only upward strokes of the lash.
"The boat is rocking. Mister Lum, and no matter how skilled, you could miss by an inch and that would really tear her pretty cunt right out from between her legs, and there's been enough fatal loss of blood."
Screaming, the dark-haired girl was dragged naked to the rigging and bound in place, her legs pulled far apart, a light playing on the round globes of her tightly-clenched buttocks as she tried desperately to protect the tender flesh of her pussy.
"Twenty strokes, Mister Lum," Harry Carp intoned.
Lum laid the first one, lightly, across the taut-muscled ass-cheeks. The girl screamed and writhed and tears ran.
"An upstroke on the cunt, Mister Lum," Harry said.
The many-thonged lash whistled up between the wide-splayed thighs, and barely touched the quivering lips of her cunt. Mister Lum knew how to use the cat she would feel nothing more than a mild bee-sting. Had he wanted to, he could have flayed her flesh to the bone.
In near-hysterics, Aura Lee screamed for mercy and broke. One thing remained in her mind she could not speak for Mister Lum to hear. Sobbing, she begged John Stacy and Harry Carp to come to her. She was gasping, her ass-cheeks and pussy on fire, as she whispered the words to them.
"Mister Lum," she whispered. "He found them today in a dildo he put up Nona ... films. Don't know what he did with them ... so help me God, it's true!"
"So we have to get the cat away from him," Stacy said. "Aura Lee, can you take one more crack across your ass? I can grab it when his arm is stretched out. Otherwise, it's murder."
"If I have to," she whispered. She swallowed.
"But on my behind ... God, but just having that thing touch your cunt is brutal!"
"We'll have him match the stripes from the first stroke," Harry Carp said with a chuckle. "Call you tiger-ass."
"If he lays on a good one, I'm going to cum!" she gasped and strained, actually extending her smooth round buttocks in anticipation as the lips of her pussy opened wide.
"Lay a good one right across her ass," Harry Carp ordered Mister Lum. "Don't tear her cunt open."
"My pleasure."
The cat o'nine tails whistled, the lashes wrapping themselves around the quaking globes of Aura Lee's buttocks. She screamed, and her naked body jerked convulsively as she reached orgasm.
But before they hit the deck, John Stacy had the wet tips in hand and was jerking the butt of the whip from Mister Lum's hand and cracking him across the head with it, sending him to the deek, where Harry Carp pinned the stunned man until Stacy could find the manacles which had held Aura Lee and lock his wrists around his back.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Aura Lee moaned, her body grinding against the rigging as hot cum gushed down her splayed thighs.
For lack of a better place. Mister Lum was thrown, in irons, into the chain locker of the power boat. A stubborn man, he refused to admit he had stolen the films.
In the morning, he was put to the torture, one only Harry Carp would have devised. He was tied to the bowsprit of the Carmen and the motorsailer slowly moved out to sea, its prow dipping into the swells as Mister Lum, securely held in a rope harness, dangled inches from the surface, and sometimes got dunked. A quarter of bloody beef which Mister Lum had provisioned his boat with had been transferred and now dangled from the same bowsprit, only inches away from his straining body. The motorsailer was going with a gentle wind, but both the big diesels were turning over, ready to spew out their full power with a shove on the throttles.
Sharks came to the blood, surging up from the clear water, snapping at the beef, and then at Lum. One slashed at a dangling leg, ripping it open, and fresh blood flowed. They were in a frenzy at the scent of it, and one after another came for him, turning belly up and leaping out of the water in blood frenzy as they reached the surface.
In agony, his flesh ripped, the life-blood draining from his body, Lum cried out his surrender.
Grinning, LeRoi and Manny hauled on the lines and pulled him to the deck. They had fish line ready for tourniquets. Although he had lost blood, he was still conscious. They gave him a stiff drink of Demerara rum and stitched his torn flesh together with nylon cord and a sailing needle and bandaged it.
"You had to be hard-nosed," Harry Carp said. "Too bad."
"Up yours, old buddy," Mister Lum whispered from his bunk. "The bloody film that I haven't looked at is in the wheelhouse of my tub taped behind the picture of a blonde." He managed a smile. "I do think there may be something under all those old stones down there. Let me know what you find ... and you can borrow my boat. I won't be using it for a few days."
And then he drifted into sleep.
* * *
LeRoi and Manny were only to happy to stay alive four days later. One of the unpredictable tropical storms had swept over the Bahama banks and, if John Stacy hadn't insisted on putting out buoys, they never would have found the place again.
The two boats had managed to stay within sight of one another, although the Carmen was having to sail reefed, with only a bit of jib and jigger, the main and for'sls rightly lashed and the sea anchor trailing astern. It had been an early storm, and not too severe, unless you wanted to do anything foolish like cook food or make coffee. And Mister Lum was more or less up and about, but not too strong.
Two more days, and the seas were calm. The vessels, the hot power boat being commanded by Harry Carp with LeRoi and Vallie crewing, the others aboard the Carmen, returned and found the buoys.
The hydraulic dredge was rigged. It would suck sand away from the ballast heap, leaving only coral and, hopefully, treasure.
LeRoi and Manny volunteered to help with the diving and dredging. Mister Lum, almost recovered, would watch the weather from topside. The three women, with nothing much to do except prepare meals, found a comfortable routine through the week. During the day they had each other, and at night the men.
Nobody was pressing. Not yet.
But there were tensions. The women were seeking the men.
Aura Lee yielded to hers, and lured the dark-skinned LeRoi and Manny away in the lifeboat to catch fish. As the small boat rolled through the easy swells, she studied their young, brown bodies and thought about both of them fucking her at once. She had to know what Nona had felt, having two men in her at once, driving their lust inspired cocks into her, making her cum and cum and cum...
When they were well out of sight of the two larger boats, she made them stop the motor. Then, on the softly surging sea, she told them what she wanted.
"No way, gal," LeRoi said. "No way it gonna do you any good if you go at it quick. Manny and I just pop so soon you all hung up. We cum one time, we go all day, but this trip different."
"I have to have it the way I told you," she said.
"Take a long time. You drain us both, we get up again with you suckin' an' then we fuck you the way you ask."
"Get naked!" she said.
They stripped their faded shorts off and lay back. With hunger, she reached for their restlessly stirring cocks, stroking them. LeRoi was on her right, Manny on the left. She brought the throbbing heads of their penises together and licked each at once, then parted them enough to enclose the hot glans of each separately with her mouth. She moaned in urgency, feeling the fires building within her. She wanted them to cum in her yearning mouth, but more than that she wanted them in that special way...
Within minutes, she realized that LeRoi had told the truth ... they were too aroused now to do her any good. Even as his hot eager cum began to spurt from the head of his cock, the thick shaft she pumped and rubbed urgently against her cheeks with her other hand was wildly throbbing, ready to explode. Wantonly she sucked LeRoi, and barely had time to pull her mouth away from him and tightly oval her lips over the thickness of Manny before he too was jerking and spraying his hot sperm into her throat. She gulped wildly, her cheeks hollowing as she swallowed, and when the hot white jets ended, she lingeringly kissed and licked each of the slowly-shrinking staff, it had been to quick.
"Told you we couldn' last," LeRoi said with a satisfied grin. "Now. in a li'l while, you can suck us both up hard, an' we'll do it for you!"
Her mouth still rich with their cum. Aura Lee mumbled her surrender. She did not hesitate a half hour later when LeRoi pulled her head down to his crotch and guided his long flaccid penis into her mouth. She sucked and tongued it.
When it was rigid between her lips, Aura Lee moved to capture Manuel's in her mouth, stroking LeRoi's slowly, keeping him deliciously hard. When Manuel was aroused, iron-hot and hard as an oak tree, she broke away from them and lay on her left side in the bottom of the heaving boat, gasping, "Now!"
She cried out in mixed pain and pleasure as the two men, one behind and the other pressed tight to her quaking belly.
"Oooohhhh ... ooowwwwwww ... FUCK!" she cried out.
She had never felt two cocks reaming up into her anal passage and her pussy at once, and with all her young body she began to fuck with both the men who held her sandwiched between them.
It was all pleasure, except that they held her so tight she felt she was going to die of suffocation, and then she was screaming out her climax the wildest she'd ever experienced.
* * *
Looking up at Mister Lum, torn and bandaged on the bridge of the power boat, Vallie leered and said, "Smart ass!"
She laughed when Mister Lum raised his middle finger at her.
John Stacy and Harry Carp struggled into their scuba outfits time after time and dove on the wreck. They found bits of coral-crusted iron, an anchor, coins welded by centuries in the sea exciting, but not promises that rich treasure in bullion and plate lay below. Only the dredging would decide that.
LeRoi and Manny did most of the dredge work, and after nearly a week said they had finally cleared the way to the remnants of ship's timbers and pieces of a keel. Excitement spread.
By this time Mister Lum was able to move about, even in severe pain, and was able to join the others at the rail of the boat when the two dark men splashed to the surface and climbed the boarding ladder.
"They somethin' there, boss," LeRoi said. "Been there a long time. Me an' Manny pooped out, an' you prool'y want to bring it up yourselves. Need the winch and half-inch chain."
"You take the dive, John," Harry Carp said.
John slipped his scuba gear on, and was surprised to find Nona putting on her rig and saying, "After all I've been through, I want to see the end ... and you don't go down alone."
"Suit yourself," he said, looking away from her pleading eyes. "We wrap this job and whatever comes from it is yours. I can always find a new boat."
"And a new woman," she said bitterly. "Let's go down!"
They slipped into the softly-rolling sea and followed the buoy line to the wreck. LeRoi and Manny had marked the important places.
At first John could not believe what he found and then he would have laughed if he wasn't looking at so much tragedy. Through his face mask, he could see the shock on Nona's face, and, to give her something to do, motioned her to swim the winch cable to the point he designated. She did, and he hooked it securely to a coral-crusted heavy chain. Then he signalled her to go up to the surface. Minutes later they were aboard the big power boat.
"Take it up slow," he sadly said to Manny, who was at the winch, and to Harry Carp, "Two thousand each a long time ago."
Harry Carp and Mister Lum stood close by as the winch whined and the cable slowly came up, dragging the ancient coral-caked chains to the surface.
Aura Lee and Vallie cried out in shock. Nona, who had seen earlier, merely turned away. What had happened was a long time in the past.
The long chain was connected to many shorter chains, and from these dangled partial skeletons. Some only a leg bone, others with the spine still clinging, and one with a skull.
"A slave ship, Harry," John said. "Human cargo that didn't make it. Looks like we picked the wrong spot."
"Drop it," Harry Carp said. "Let the bones rest, and let's have a drink to Davey Jones' Locker."
The shock of seeing dead men raised from their watery grave was enough to break the barriers to the point where Mister Lum and Harry Carp were considering a joint venture based on Aura Lee's charts.
John Stacy found himself alone, and then his still-beautiful wife came to sit by his side.
"I'm a real fuckup," he mumbled, well into the rum.
"This was a fuckedup trip," she said. "I'm a whore a real whore now. You know that. Suck and fuck. I love it now. Do anything for a man. So, split."
"Don' wanna split."
"That's your problem," Nona said. "You take your chances with me. When I tasted cock, I tasted freedom."
"Whatever's right."
Harry Carp stumbled over to them and dropped a thick sheaf of papers on the small table and said, "Yours ... wedding present ... we took a shot at the moon and missed ... don't cry and thank me ... that's another tax loss, and I need one."
"What the hell..." John Stacy unfolded the documents and with blurred eyes read the legal language and then said, "Harry is giving us the Carmen! We can either work for him or try it on our own!"
"You, not me," Nona said sadly. "You don't want me. I don't blame you. Let's just split-say goodbye, and not hate."
He looked at her in wonder, and then said, "You get your ass over the side and start swimming kid. I fucked up, but I know what I have and I want it. Give you two minutes head start!"
Urged up the ladder by the hard smacking of his hands on her shaking buttocks, Nona dove over the side and swam, moving through the warm water like an eel. When she reached the slowly-rocking motorsailer, she scrambled aboard and into the master cabin, shedding her clothes as she went.
John Stacy let her stew for a few minutes, then casually swam over to his boat. He conserved his strength as he swam, knowing he had a real wild swinging bitch to tame. Oh, he had no doubt about his ability to tame her and keep her tame, but he decided to take his time about it. Spread it out over five or ten years. It'd be a helluva lot more fun that way!
