Molly gets wet

In the bowels of the ship, with the constant sounds of machinery, the young girl's screams were unheard. Darius, the old steward, sat on a bunk and watched as the younger men stripped the young girl of her clothing. Her garments were carelessly tossed about the cabin until she stood, stark naked in the center of the room. The three powerful, naked stokers surrounded her.

The contrasts were striking. Molly's pale white skin against the men's jet black bodies, her small frame against their huge, muscular bodies, her shaking terror against their pent-up lust.

"Girl! You ever have a man before?" Darius spoke up.

Quivering with fear, Molly sobbed. "I'm a good girl. I not a trollop.... Please.... Please..."

"You boys make sure she's ready before you take her! You don't want to kill her." Darius spoke calmly.

One of the men smiled, almost warmly. "I love eating virgin pussy!"

In one powerful motion, he lifted Molly, flipped her over, upside down, and buried his face between her now-spread legs.

"AAAAAA" Molly gasped, the man's huge, hot cock pressed against her face. he was licking and slurping her slit. His tongue parted her lips, wiggling right into her most sacred place. After a few minutes a new feeling arose in her belly.

"Yeah!" The man eating Molly's virgin pussy lifted his face with a smile. "She's nice and wet. She's almost ready fellas!" He went straight back to lapping the girl's pussy.

Suddenly, a wave swept over Molly's body. A hot flash first, followed by a rolling quiver of pleasure, that was then followed by an over-powering release. Molly gasped and panted, her body rock and shook, she could feel a hot gush explode from her pussy.

"George, you're the smallest," Darius was again giving orders, "you take her first. And be gentle!"