He stammers an apology.

"I'm so sorry, Ma'am." You can see the blood rushing to the poor boy's cheeks as he quickly pulls his hands back to his lap like a child caught with his hand in a cookie jar. "I shouldn't have touched you like ..." You smile at the stammering young man. This is working out even better than you could have hoped.

"That's right, John. Do you know what your mistake was?" It is clear that John is going to need a little direction, but that's just fine with you. You crawl towards where he is sitting on his backside like a tiger stalking its prey. "You, young man," You purr softly, "don't get to touch me without permission." Most men wouldn't put up with that kind of treatment from a woman, but there are some matrons in your home village who could intimidate even the village thugs, and that is who you always admired when you were still a girl. You poke John softly in the chest making your point as clearly as you can.

"I'm sorry Ma'am." John repeats seemingly at loss for words, but you are distracted by the size of the bulge in his shorts.

"You should be sorry, young man." As you chide the young Englishman, you pull at the buttons of his shirt just like your husband used to undress you. Taking a page from his book, you decide to turn his confusion to your advantage. "You've been staring at me all day long, and now I'm afraid you are going to have to be punished." You consider making John bend over your lap like the captain made you when he felt like spanking your ass but decide that you want something quite different.

Your hands slipping under his shirt and run along his broad shoulders. He was always a good-looking man, but months of pulling lines and scrubbing decks on the Ducky has made his toned body hard and lean.

"Lay on your back, John." You push him gently backwards until his head is pressed against your shirt on the warm rocks. "Good. It's time for you to pay the price for your lude behavior." You can't believe you have the nerve to do this, but the temptation is too great to pass up. "Are you ready to accept your punishment?"

"Yes, Ma'am." John is clearly confused, and he only gets more so when you reach under her skirt and pull off your nickers. The last clear look you get at [n}'s face is a look of disbelief as you lower your pussy onto his face. Your husband liked you to stay neatly trimmed with just a neat tuft of dark hair so you know you are nice and tidy down there. Other than the fact that you've been sweating all morning long, you should be pretty clean for him to eat out.

"This is what you get for your lustful thoughts, John." You laugh as you rock forward until your sex brushes against his soft lips. The dreams and erotic thought that have plagued you ever since landing on this desert island now come out all at once. "You're going to serve me like a pleasure **** pleasing his queen." Like that hunter servicing Rati his goddess. "Do you understand?" I make my tone as stern as possible, just like that ancient goddess might have. "I want you to suck and lick this pussy of mine until I cum in your face."

John may have been trying to say something, but you are no longer in the mood for conversation. "You don't get to do or say anything until you've atoned for your naughty behavior. Now be a good boy and get to work!"

Obviously, there is no way you could really dominate a young man who outweighs you two to one if he didn't want you to, but all the same the feeling is fantastic! His talented tongue strokes and teases you and it is soon apparent that he has at least some experience with this kind of thing.

That may be, but as vanilla as John strikes you, you doubt he's ever been held down, not unless some hot housewife in his suburban neighborhood took him under her wing and taught him how to please a woman. The mental image of an even younger and unsure teenaged John being seduced and broken in by a sex-hungry housewife makes you grind your pelvis even harder into his face.

"That's right you naughty naughty boy." It is getting harder and harder to speak and you're not even sure the young man can even hear you with your thighs clamped as they are to his ears, but the words are more for your benefit than his anyways. "Lick that pussy! Lick it good!"