"Pleasure Island" is the deceptively mild title for this notorious novel of sex in all its normal and abnormal manifestations. The raw, powerful, vividly descriptive sex scenes in this unusual story have given it a wide circulation abroad. It is now presented in its complete and unexpurgated entirety by Continental Classics for the first time in this country.
Oddly enough, the writer of this unusual tale is an American author living in Paris who wishes to remain anonymous. This remarkably detailed story of forbidden sex is in all its forms arouses one's immediate interest and merits consideration from a number of angles. First of all, it is a good story. From the very first page, there is something about the unsophisticated, frank manner of the hero, Peter which makes us identify with him to such an extent that we too seem to experience every wild, erotic episode as it occurs. The events disclosed may prove shocking and even repugnant to some, but our interest never falters as this gaudy sexorama unveils. As a matter of fact, the spell of compelling fascination which Peter's revelations seem to weave over the reader are deserving of further analysis.
It should be borne in mind that this is the story of an unsophisticated young man who is literally just embarking on the perilous seas of amour. Those who care to read between the lines can actually feel the intense satisfaction of youth's innermost sex desires quenched fully. One soon realizes that every scene of lust has actually been lived through by the writer. The twisted sex desire, the instances of sadism and perversion are presented with the ring of truth. There is much autobiography here, with all the actual reactions of a lusty young man having every kind of sex.
As Peter steps up the gangplank of the luxury yacht to embark on a "working vacation" cruise and meets the beautiful, voluptuous owner, Nora, we sense that it will be a most unusual voyage indeed. When the lush Nora gives Peter his first shipboard order, we know that we are indeed sailing upon "queer seas."
"I want you to lick the seams of my stockings. When you come up to my thigh, I want you to lick around the rim, with half of your tongue touching the stocking and I will allow the other half to touch my skin ..."
Peter obeys the bizarre command with mixed reactions as conveyed in his own words.
"And as I rimmed around the inner thigh, I used all my will power to keep from burying my face and tongue in her lovely pussy, which was secreting a faint animal odor. It was personally the most cherished, exciting scent that had ever came into my life. Just as I was starting down from the seam, she produced a noiseless fart which pervaded my nostrils ..."
As the yacht gets under way to an unknown destination, even stranger characters and situations evolve in rapid succession. Peter begins to have a series of sex adventures which run the gamut from homosexuality to the wildest orgies imaginable.
Peter feels that he has now experienced everything, but only until the yacht reaches its destination, the fabulous island of Frigolia. The ensuing sex escapades between the people on the yacht and the native Frigolians culminate in a fantastic orgy without parallel in modern erotic literature.
Up to this point Peter has developed intimacies on board the yacht with a gallery of women, ranging from the nymphomanical Mag to the virginal Hilda.
Peter describes his first encounter with Mag in his usual blunt manner: "She observed my bulging pants and spoke boldly, 'I think you're having a bit of trouble. Lift my skirt and sink that bursting prick of yours right in my pussy.'"
I looked around to see if anyone was coming.
"'C'mon now,' she whispered. 'We don't have all day!'"
Peter builds the picture of his maturing innermost love life with similarly vivid scenes. When we read the end of this curious cruise, we understand how and why Peter has finally attained true manhood.
As a study of the psycho-sexual impact of perversion upon masculine emotional development, "Pleasure Island" now rightfully takes its place as a little known gem. Now published for the first time in this country in its complete and unexpurgated form, it supplies welcome psychological date in extending our knowledge of the male and female libido.
In accordance with the fundamental tenets of Freud, the brutal frankness of "Pleasure Island" produces an emotional catharsis, which can only lead to greater understanding of self on the part of the reader.
Al Lee, M.A.
New York City,
August 1967
Chapter One ...
I must tell every detail to someone. It is not that I wish to clear my conscience which perhaps has been battered into submission forever, but I must explain how the last three years have changed me.
Three long years of a veritable odyssey into the unknown, a world between two worlds, a world in which no code curtailed our natural life. Ah, how can I gaze upon this innocuous photo before me!
It is a harmless, simple picture of myself taken shortly after I had finished my university studies. If you look at it close enough, you will no doubts notice that the young lad, as I then was, looks extremely youthful and even timid. It would be impossible to believe that this tender fellow ever left his mother's side or, for that matter, ever could. But glance much closer. Don't you detect something in the corner of his eyes, a longing perhaps, a wish to taste the excitement of life? Go down to the thin, pale lips. Wouldn't you say that he wishes to rub his tongue ever so lightly over them as though he was thirsty for some exotic brew? Oh, it may all be too subjective. I thought I knew this boy once, but now I am not so sure of it.
If I wheel around in my chair and look at the image I project in the mirror, I will never be able to believe that the boy existed. What will I see? Puffed, haggard eyes, a drooping mouth with a cigarette dangling from the ironic corner emitting smoke as turbulent and wild as my tousled hair. No, I don't have to turn to look. I know what will be there. It is tightly ridged in my facial muscles; the fixed, set face of experience.
Please don't get the impression that I am merely playing the part of an abused soul. On the contrary, I am well aware of what has happened. At no time did I abandon my lucidity or my sense of humor. If I had, I could never relate my metamorphosis to you and perhaps would remain a crushed individual, tormented and haunted for the rest of my "unnatural" days.
It all began soon after receiving my diploma in fine arts (I had wished to be a painter), when I was browsing through the Sunday newspaper vaguely searching for the unusual in the way of a job. It would be best to admit here and now that any job would be unusual for me since I had never worked and had always been protected by my parents. My eyes shifted from one ad to another and suddenly I spotted something to my liking. The ad at the foot of the
page, rather discreetly placed, read as follows:
Pleasure Cruise, seeking cabin boy 18-22,
personable, good-looking, strong, capable,
adventurous. Apply with references to Mrs.
Rugt. Pier 14. Telephone WE. 010 37.
Once again I scanned the ad and then put the paper down. Hadn't I always wanted to taste the sea air and feel the movement of a sturdy bark headed toward foreign lands? I was just under 22 and no different than anyone else. Wanderlust beckoned and the conjuring up of exotic images of sea life provoked me into picking up the receiver of the telephone. I procured an appointment for the following day. That night the dinner shared with my parents was more delicious than ever. Particularly with the realization that I was over 21 and nothing could stand in my way.
The next morning I headed for Pier 14. I put on some blue denims and white polo shirt and even wore my only pair of canvas and crepe shoes. I found myself sea-worthy without too much exaggeration. I was equipped only with my youth, good will and lust for adventure and hoped these would be suitable enough qualities for a conscientious cabin boy.
A man in a dark chauffeur's uniform conducted me to Mrs. Rugt's temporary office at the pier. I shook the lady's hand quite self-consciously and sat down at the desk opposite my interviewer. When the initial shock of the encounter passed away, I was able to look more intently at the woman who I would try to convince should employ me. As I recall, I had planned on what I would say and demonstrate that I was personable and capable by simulating an air of amiability contrasting with streaks of levelheadedness and work-like notions.
When I saw Mrs. Rugt, my plans shriveled up like burnt paper. This woman was miraculously lovely and stupifyingly mysterious. She had a full head of reddish-brown hair that was gorgeous. Her eyes were emerald-green and deep. So deep and profound, that I seemed to be plunging toward the very tiny points in their middle. Her features were so finely modeled that they seemed to have been carved out of wax. When her face was placid and set, she appeared so icy cold that they very room we were in seemed to suffer from too much draft. When she smiled, the fine lines around her lovely eyes crinkled and her superb mouth, which I even dared call voluptuous (to myself of course), opened like an ivory cave surrounded by rose petals.
If I had not been so stubborn and incapable of expressing myself, I would have then recognized that I was in front of one of the loveliest creatures I could ever hope to see anywhere at any time. Mrs. Rugt was a statuesque, white-skinned goddess and if I had not realized it then, I certainly did later on.
When she raised herself from her desk chair, it would be better to say glided from her place for she was as graceful as a panther, her supple body vibrated with the curvaceous force of a completely feminine woman. Everything was muscular, round and long about that woman. When I think of that blond I have seen so often in films. The one who is billed as a bombshell or the devil knows what. If she were to measure up with Mrs. Rugt...? My sardonic smile indicates she would never stand up to this enticing woman who plans a pleasure cruise.
Why deny it? I reddened, shifted from one buttock to another, floundered like a gasping fish out of water. Futile thoughts ran through my head, or for all that, no thoughts at all, just complete blanks. Vaguely, I sensed that I wanted this woman more than anything else. She was before me, flesh and blood and it was incredible that I should meet such a creature.
I tried to recuperate from this unprecedented bewilderment. I cleared my throat and attempted to speak normally. All basic thoughts and desires had to be abandoned for the practical order of the day and that was - the job.
First of all she asked my age with a slight smile. Then she asked how much experience I had. And I sheepishly lowered my head and murmured "None." She reassured me with what appeared to be a smile that experience could always be "acquired."
When she spoke, her intonations were suggestive and her voice had a deep-honey quality. Each word that was launched glided to me on the scent of a subtle perfume that seemed to come from her more sensual pores.
Mrs. Rugt must have been about 35. To tell the truth, I don't believe she had an age. It was evident that she wasn't 18 however. No girl of eighteen or twenty could have such mature development. Her vitality was closer to thirty years of age. Her wisdom and experience gave her 45 years and her beauty so finely preserved under constant care would allow her to pass for twenty-eight or thirty. Madame Rugt was bursting with health and I might add in the right places.
"Perhaps before anything else, you would like to see our yacht?" she suggested.
I followed her up the ramp leading to the white gleaming cruiser. Her wonderful rear end shifted from side to side like the delightful roll of a ship in somber weather. When she stepped down from the ramp, I was able to glimpse, ever so casually of course, at the browned thigh which seemed so firm and carved out of marble.
"First I would like to show you the navigation bridge." (Her wish was my command.)
We climbed to the navigation bridge and once again the rounded curves of the bottom of her luscious, forgive me, ass, left my body dry and steaming. I wanted to grab those strong swaying hips and bury my face in that superb buttock region, dress and all. Exactly what held me back? Ask any lad of like age, he'll tell you. Timidity and fear of the consequences, the two cripplers of youngsters who crave sexual relief. Alas, the saying is too true, youth is unfortunately wasted on the young. I know this too well.
We entered the navigation bridge and Mrs. Rugt stretched her hand on one of the pins of the navigation wheel.
"This is the helm," she said as she squeezed the king-pin and my penis bounced up and gave a throb. No doubt it was standing upright from the time we boarded the luxury craft.
We walked into a room decorated with maps and Mrs. Rugt informed me about this special room.
"This is the navigation room. This is where the course is plotted." And her long fingers pointed to several maps on the wall. I did not know what country we were in, but the fingernails were scarlet and those long fingers were supple and sensual.
"I hope you don't find this room too warm," she said. "The cabin below, particularly the sleeping cabins, can become extremely warm during certain cruising periods."
She sensed the heat rising in my body. She was not only gorgeous, but intelligent and capable of telling how people felt. Of course, she must have known what men felt like in her presence. She could play with them like a cat with a mouse. And there really was something quite cat-like in this woman with her exquisitely formed green eyes and her panther-like grace.
Spare me from thinking so much about her. I fell in love right there. I would do anything for that woman. It was more important than ever before that I have the position of cabin boy on that yacht. I would even plead for it if I had to. Being near this woman was my foremost cherished desire.
"You know," she began, "I'm a bit afraid that you're really lacking a certain experience. You might get seasick and forget your duties. I must be brutally frank for the work requires skill and above all, devotion to everyone aboard."
She told me all this while applying her lipstick to that adorably sensual slash of a mouth.
I came to my fore and in all likelihood miserably jabbered out my defense.
"Oh, I'm used to hard work. I've done it all my life." I lied. "You can feel my muscles - hard as a rock. As for getting seasick, it just couldn't happen to me for I wouldn't let it. It's all in the mind, you know."
I kept plugging away pleading for the job.
"As for my devotion to other people, you won't find anyone any more faithful than I, especially for people I like."
Then my throat clogged up and I must have turned purple with the thought of what I was going to say.
"Already, I feel that I could like you very much."
She put down her cosmetics and began to laugh. Her laughter was like the flow of rich wine.
"Yes you like me very much, but what could you do for me? Do you think that you could be devoted to me entirely and even humble yourself before me?" Then she teased me. "I don't think you would really. I have the impression that you have been too pampered and that you never could give yourself to anyone."
I immediately refuted her assumption which had some basis however.
"I know I can be devoted and certainly with someone I like and respect."
"And you feel that you like and even respect me."
"Oh yes," I fidgeted, entranced by her penetrating look.
"Come with me and we shall see what you are made of."
We went toward the forecastle of the ship and then descended into the hull. Below deck, the opulent woman opened a cabin door and bade me enter. I walked into a spacious stateroom ornamented with various items I had never seen except in pirate films. The stateroom had a peculiar atmosphere. It was the type of a cabin one might see in the days of the authentic buccaneers. There were ropes and nets and swords and dozens of other objects that were new to me. I would not have been surprised to see a swashbuckling brigand with his head scarfed and a patch over his eye appear from the partitioned back room.
"Do you like it?" my hostess asked.
I told her that I did very much and she offered me a cigarette. Although I had never smoked until then, I took the cigarette in order to show my maturity.
"This cabin is mine and my husband's."
On hearing this news I saddened and my eyes tried to pick a spot on the floor.
"He is not here now. He is preparing for the pleasure cruise and is busy with last minute arrangements. You would like him too, he is very charming."
She must have read my thoughts, for she was ever so slightly teasing me.
"Oh don't be jealous, he is very understanding and has a marvelous mind. You'll see," she tried to reassure me. But I tried to imagine myself in his shoes. What a lucky man to be with her day in and day out. If I were he, I would be insanely jealous.
She changed her tone and slowed the rhythm of her voice which now projected a serious note.
"Now I should like to see how 'devoted' you can be."
She sat down next to me on the sturdy bunk-type bed. Her long fingers ran through my hair sending chills all over my trembling skin.
"I like your hair, it's so fleecy and golden. You have such a clean look about you. Your skin is fresh and young and your eyes hold a constant reflection of innocence. You know this is quite appealing to a woman like myself."
I tried to snatch a few bashful glances at this tigress who was belittling me and at the same time was fondling me with her magic touch.
"Do you like my legs?" she indicated a pair of superbly-formed legs that swung out from under her lifted skirt.
"Very much," I said trying to use my normal voice, which rose leathery and choked.
"Could you please me as I wished? Would my very wish be your command?" Her deep pools of green hypnotized me as well as her exciting presence.
I nodded, trying to capture a feverish kiss. But she backed away falling back on the bunk with her finely shaped legs almost waving in the air.
"I want you to lick the seams of my stockings. And when you come up to the thigh, I want you to lick around the rim with half of your tongue touching the stocking and I will allow the other half to touch my skin. If you become overly excited I'm afraid I will have to ask you to leave the ship. Of course, if you feel that this sort of devotion is not in your capacity then I'll just have to look for someone else."
There it was for me to decide in a split second or two. Those legs covered with a dark shade of silk-nylon hose leading to two luscious thighs made my temples throb with desire.
She was still wearing her high-heeled glossy shoes which gave her ankles a slender curve and lengthened her shapely calves. Madame Rugt had the finest pair of legs I had ever seen. If there was one thing I'm an expert at, it's women's legs. I was born to look at them longingly. Whether from the tops of buses gazing down into automobiles or from the foot of ladders staring up their skirts, I never allowed myself to relax from this interesting sport.
Reason is completely outmoded when it comes to passion. I did not have to think twice. Although if I had guessed what was in store for me, I might have reconsidered several times over my hasty decision.
I lowered my head and my long hot tongue tipped the seam of her stocking at the ankle. I licked over the curve of her calf until I came to the bend at the knee, where I planted a loving kiss. I heard her exclaim her satisfaction as she patted me on the head. As my tongue ventured up her firm thighs I felt my dick pushing at the zipper of my pants. Although I was trying to conceal how I felt, my breathing was vigorous and my face burning with heat. But I didn't dare disobey her and I only allowed my hands to wander up the other leg.
When I reached the top hem of her stocking, she freed her leg permitting me to lap very inch around the heftiest part of her limb. Half my tongue was on the silk hose and the luckier half was on her creamy skin which seemed as fresh and cool as newly churned butter. I sensed a multitude of odors. And as I rimmed around the inner thigh, I used all my force to keep from burying my face and tongue in her dark pussy which was secreting a faint animal odor which was personally the most cherished and exciting scent that had ever come into my life.
Just as I was starting down from the seam she produced a noiseless fart which pervaded my nostrils. To this day I don't know whether she was testing my prudishness or was simply suffering from a minor discomfort.
The other leg was equally as delicious. This time I felt her shudder slightly and if I'm not mistaken, her back was braced and she lunged slightly in the air. When I descended to the ankle, she kicked off one of her elegant shoes displaying some beautifully painted toe nails.
"Now my little darling, open your mouth and suck on my toes up to the balls of my feet. And be careful not to get saliva on my precious stockings."
I can't say whether I thoroughly liked the idea of doing what I did. I can just recall that at the time I really did not find it distasteful. In fact, she was the one who asked me to change to the other foot when I wanted to continue my oral sensuality which was merely limited to the process of toe licking.
She pushed me away by placing her free foot on my shoulder. Although I could have gone on still, I felt that it would be best for me not to disobey her.
"I believe with practice you might be capable of pleasing me. However, you have a great deal to learn. Now you can kiss both feet goodbye before I put my shoes back on."
Courteously I obeyed the person whom I hoped would be my future employer.
"Now let us go back to the office where we will talk a little more."
She straightened her skirt and went to the mirror at the back of the cabin to smooth her glistening reddish-brown hair. In the meantime, I ran my fingers, using them as a comb, through my unruly hair and then fixed my tie in order to make myself presentable once again.
Once off the immaculate yacht and in the office, Mrs. Rugt became another woman. She told me that my salary would be only forty dollars a month and that I would receive my uniform on board. Naturally, food and lodging would be gratuitous. She stressed that it would be of the utmost importance that I cooperate with whatever be called for 'in the line of duty.' Innocently I accepted the conditions set forth.
"We sail Friday. That means I'll see you tomorrow which is the day before sailing and introduce you to the others. Incidentally, you better bring your baggage tomorrow for these will be no use returning home since the boat will be underway early Friday morning."
She smiled graciously as she got up from her desk and extended her strong feminine hand. I returned the handshake uncomfortably always thinking of what had transpired less than fifteen minutes ago.
As I walked to the door, she called to me.
"Remember, I want someone devoted and please keep that in mind."
I told her that I had an idea of what that meant and promised her that I would do my best.
The last words I heard were, "I'm so glad."
They came from a woman who was supremely beautiful and I lingered at the door gazing at that incredible enchantress before realizing that I was making a fool of myself. I closed the door and with a head loaded with thoughts parted for home.
Chapter Two ...
That night I dreamt of my fair lady Rugt. She was wearing a stunning orange gown and in the very stateroom where my oral instrument contacted her soft flesh, we held another session of attempted love. This time she would be all mine. In my frivolous dream Mrs. Rugt was willing to submit to my boyish advances. I clung to her two breasts as though they were succulent fruits, the like of which I had never tasted. Nervously I unzipped her dress and she displayed a marvelous bronzed back leading to a most delicious and tender nape. I expressed my love by planting wet kisses up and down her back and then I wandered across her splendid shoulders and then nibbled at her ears. All the while my roving hands played with her teats caressing her fine curves rhythmically and tickling her stiffened nipples. I felt her shake and shudder and a prolonged 'ahhhh' proved that she was immensely pleased. With one fell swoop she uncovered her voluptuous, round ass. Resting on her knees and still wearing her dark seductive hose and glossy high-heeled shoes, she spread her supple legs apart, arched her strong back and offered her impeccable buttocks to me.
To see those rounded halves beckon me toward a mysterious crevice and hidden nest with the hint of bursting pleasure made me so hot that I practically ripped my pants away. Feverishly I crept toward the swaying ass, but in my haste I stumbled over my dragging trousers. I recovered my footing and with a prick as stiff as a board I advanced on the patient Mrs. Rugt. My swollen cock directed me to the awaiting moist hole. And just as my tantalizing partner reached behind to guide my pleasure stick into her private region, I ejaculated my sperm on her creamy ass. I was so mortified that my face reddened far deeper than the orange frock which prematurely stopped its inundation. In my disgrace I was forced to call upon my wit and make up for my incredible blunder and lack of restraint. My face knifed into the long slit that separated the pear shaped cheeks. My tongue ran up and down seeking the delicious nectar and my nostrils inhaled the wonderful fragrance of Mrs. Rugt's fanny.
If you had walked into my room early that morning you would have seen my face buried in the pillow and my covers kicked to the floor. You would have also noticed that my pajamas had slipped to my ankles and that the clean white sheet was blotched by a sticky substance. When I awoke I felt foolish and mixed emotion pervaded me. I was not quite happy and my pride hurt as I hastened to the bathroom to wash up.
I cannot say what exactly provoked me to pack immediately after I had performed my toilet. Perhaps it was simply that I wanted a change and felt that the sea voyage would give me a new outlook on things. But I really knew down deep that I was bound to that woman and I had to have her. My failure to possess her in my dream condemned me as a second-rate lover and I had to prove myself to myself. And that is why I stole away as quietly and secretly as the proverbial Arab.
I arrived at the pier early and bleary eyed. The ocean mist enshrouded the craft and gave it an eerie ghost-like appearance. I hesitated about waiting at the foot of gangplank and with a little courage decided to step on to the yacht. I loaded one bag on to my shoulder and lugged the other one up with my best arm. I probably resembled an apprentice sailor who was off for his first cruise. Well, that's what it was and I was as green as the sea-weed that surrounded the boat.
There was a curious silence that pervaded the brisk air. I decided to explore the ship. Around the decks I went, tripping over a cord here and there and almost falling down an open shaft. When I felt had seen everything above deck I ventured below.
The corridors were small and interspersed with mahogany doors which led to the cabins. I simply pushed forward trying to find my bearings. I had no idea whether I was aft or amidships. (For all my innocence I did have a vague knowledge of sea terms after all.)
As I was passing from one corridor to another, I heard what seemed to be a torturous moan and it made me stop dead in my tracks. I stopped to listen once again to make sure of what I had just heard and this time it came through with more clarity. It was an indescribable groan. It sounded like a child or an animal writhing in pain. My better instincts told me to leave the ship at once, but my curiosity, which is always getting the best of me, lured me to the spot of the tormented cries. I flattened my ear against one door and then another in order to detect the exact room and the origin of the unusual commotion. I lingered at one door where I heard some mumbling following by a stifled groan.
I had to look. I wanted to know whether someone was having a nightmare or was in pain. Perhaps I would be able to help. Quietly and with the greatest precaution I lowered the door handle and slightly pushed the door open.
What I saw worked so strongly on my reflex action that the door closed swiftly and silently just as it had opened. I tip-toes to the stairway and climbed up on the wind deck for some air.
Well this is what I saw. Not that it troubled me so much at the time, but I understood more about it later on. Just one good look peek was enough to see two soft limbs spread apart while a long feather, at least that is what I imagined it to be, was used to tickle the inner thighs of a young lady whose head was lost in a mass of rich blond hair. I had a glimpse of the person who was manipulating the feather and from the unmistakable reddish-brown mane, it was none other than the illustrious seductive Mrs. Rugt.
As anyone else would have, I found what I had seen quite odd. However, I did not dwell on it too long and merely assumed that the great lady was just playing a practical joke on her young daughter or niece or whoever it might be.
My thoughts on this subject were drawn away for the moment when I saw a well-dressed graying man walk up the entrance plank. Obviously this was Mr. Rugt. I was able to tell from his aristocratic bearing.
He climbed on board and calmly looked around while taking off his gloves. He spotted me and with majestic grace walked over to where I was.
"You are I take it, the new cabin boy," his tone was dry and concise.
"Yes ... sir," I thought the 'sir' was appropriate and common usage aboard ship.
"You will probably be told of your duties later on today either by my wife or myself. I think she has informed you of the three cardinal rules - obedience, devotion and good work." He surveyed me carefully to make sure that I realized these few major words of importance.
"I think it would only be fair to warn you that my wife has her caprices, perhaps a little different from other women, but nevertheless they must be adhered to."
He walked away from me while he was talking as though he were slightly ashamed of something.
"I married Nora principally for her extreme beauty. Some men cherish intelligence, goodness, capability, fidelity or what have you. But for me, a woman must have beauty, sheer animal beauty. Needless to say that this would preclude a temperament, rather fiery and at times unmanageable. I am an intelligent man Mr ... Mr ... I don't think I quite got your name."
"Mr. Gordon," I introduced myself.
"I am an intelligent man, Mr. Gordon," he continued. "And the real mark of an intelligent man is to know what he wants and once he gets it to take it for better or worse and not complain."
"You may not understand now, but one day you will see what I mean. That is if you stay with us long enough."
He nudged me and his voice became more intimate.
"Cater to my wife's whims. I love her and she means everything to me even though I must suffer for it many times."
His sad narrow eyes showed him to be a man of deep sensitivity and brooding. This man had married a bewitching tigress and for her love was ready to sacrifice his life. Should such a man be blessed or cursed? I really did not know.
"By the way, Mr. Gordon, you haven't seen my wife this morning, have you?"
Mentally I am rather agile and at times, I have remarkable tact. I lied:
"No, Mr. Rugt, I haven't been aboard very long."
"You seem likeable enough, Mr. Gordon, but you will have to prove yourself an exceptional lad for this sort of voyage. I am going down to my cabin now. It is nice having you aboard, my boy." We shook hands and I watched him descend the ladder as gracefully as he had come aboard.
He seemed alright to me, though there was a strange expression in his eyes that I didn't quite capture. I was to find out about it much later on. For the moment, I expanded my lungs and drank in the healthy sea air.
I walked up to the bow of the yacht and was surprised to see a young girl in a white, almost transparent tunic and flowing blond hair. She was as rigid and fixed as the prow of a boat.
Suddenly her head jerked up as she heard me coming up from behind. She spun around and with a pair of strange blue eyes staring into space declared:
"My name is Hilda."
The first impression that I had was that the girl with the fair complexion was walking in her sleep or was in a trance. But she reassured me by altering her grand blue eyes and pinning them on me with great severity.
"You will have to behave here and show respect for Nora ... I mean Mrs. Rugt. And if you don't, I will hate you and never play with you."
What a strange girl! She must have been 17 years old at the most. Gifted with a fresh Nordic beauty, the young lass was as light in her walk as a ballet dancer. In fact, I thought of her as a ballerina. She had a figure which was made for the dancer. Her back was well arched, pushing her moderate breasts straight ahead and her shapely rump was taut and virginal. Her legs, although not as long as those of Mrs. Rugt, were amazingly well-balanced and rounded.
Indeed I was lucky to be with two such wonderful females. One was handsome and mature, the other gayly fresh and young. Where Nora was a tigress, a temptress of the first order, Hilda was a dreamer, a sentimental urchin.
"Would you like to run around the boat with me?" Hilda lured me with a coaxing smile.
I was a little too-grown-up to play with a child, but I felt that I would not risk any great harm and condescended to entertain the slip of a girl.
"Take this mooring rope and chase me with it. I will run and you will chase me trying to spank me all the time with this heavy cord. You'll see it's fun."
I hardly thought it would be, but why not give it a try and humor the poor girl. Anyway, Hilda was so lovely, I really couldn't turn her down. I picked up the hefty rope and gave her a gentle pat on her rear end.
"Oh you'll have to hit harder than that if you want to catch me. Come and try catch me."
Well she was asking for it. She skipped off squealing with pleasure as I lashed out, nipping her with the thick rope. She teased and screamed.
"You can't catch me, sissy, you can't catch me."
I never did like being called a 'sissy' and especially not by a brash young girl. I swopped her a good one you know where and she screeched with joy. While we continued our merry chase, my pants got hooked onto a railing and stopped me from advancing on my teasing new friend. She stood there howling with laughter and had to cover her mouth in order to keep her from completely bursting out. When I freed myself, I chased her this time in earnest. Whop, I caught her right across her waist. Another slap slipped off her back. A third snapped dryly on her buttocks.
She stopped and grabbed onto the railing to recapture her breath. Her mocking laughter provoked me into doubling my slashes until I produced a cry of agony that mingled with her hysterical joy.
A voice boomed out from a few feet away. It was Mrs. Rugt.
"What are you two doing?"
She turned to Hilda and let fly a slap that would have stung the most hardened cheek.
"I have told you never to come on deck without my permission."
Hilda was apparently humiliated and began to cry. She seemed more of a girl of 12 than the young woman she was supposed to be.
She received another solid blow and sauntered off like a beaten puppy-dog.
Nora Rugt coolly turned to me and with a voice as soft and calm as the one I heard after our tryst in the lower deck stateroom said:
"Hilda serves as your counterpart. She is our cabin girl so to speak."
They couldn't have done better. Hilda was a delicious morsel of femininity. Although she had her own peculiar eccentricities of which in time I would comprehend, she had silently won a place in my heart.
"Hilda has been taught to obey me and you have seen what happens to her when she is naughty."
Mrs. Rugt's eyes blazed and she tried to see whether I understood the nuance. Her look was serious for a moment and then it changed to a mellowing loveliness.
"Tonight I will explain everything to you in the company of Paul, my husband and Hilda. We must have harmony if we are to have a successful journey and there are many matters that should be clarified, rather through actions than words however."
I agreed whole-heartedly. I seemed to wish to please her more than anything else. My true personality never got a chance to express itself. Normally I would have asked many vital questions, but this imposing, victorious woman kept me at bay. A vague notion entered my head. Would I wind up as pitifully servile as her husband? I could not let myself believe this was possible and determined to stick up for my rights as an individual.
I was preparing an attack of words when her long sensual fingers touched my hair and set tingling sensations all over me.
"I like you Peter and I don't want anything to spoil my affection for you."
She enticed me as no other women could. I felt this in my loins. Her perfume penetrated my good senses and left them limp.
"You will see that everything will work out splendidly. We have four other people who will be sharing 'our comfort'. Mrs. Wagner who will meet us this afternoon and her newly acquired husband, Melvin Roach. There will also be Stevedore Jack Dill to manage the craft and I'm afraid his maudlin wife, whom I detest, will accompany him. I would not stand her for a minute if it weren't for Jack Dill. He is competent in so many ways."
She lit a cigarette which she took out of her short waistcoat pocket. After a deep puff which showed a measure of her superb sensuality, she dilated her nostrils in thought and invited me to descend to my cabin.
"You want to wash up, no doubt. I'll lead you to your cabin where you'll have at least an hour to familiarize yourself with the arrangements we have set up for you."
Once again she took the initiative and spun her enchanting form in the direction of the door leading below. Her subtle movement drew me to her like a bee to honey. If I had known how to analyze myself better, I would have known that I was already following her out of slavery.
Chapter Three ...
After a wholesome lunch, Nora Rugt eyed Hilda with disdain and told her husband about out hectic capers around the upper decks. Mr. Rugt paid no real attention to the trivial matter but agreed with his wife that it was disgraceful.
A heavy knock at the door brought Mr. Rugt to his feet as he carefully laid down his napkin in gentlemanly fashion. The door opened upon a giant of a man who had to lower his head in order to enter the dining cabin. Obviously this was Stevedore Jack Dill. If anyone were to resemble a stevedore with all the masculine power that the name engenders it certainly would be this man. Dill was well over 6 feet with hands like giant hairy spiders. His cast-iron jaw set off his jutting facial structure. He had a chock of black hair and his blue eyes deeply embedded in large sockets evoked a gaze profound and forceful. Jack Dill was a good-looking man. A boyish gait added to the charm of this Herculean specimen. His thick lips opened permitting his resonant voice to inform us:
"The ship's set for sailing. I checked fore and aft Ma'am and not a thing's amiss. The motors are being warmed up and all our stores should be aboard by four this afternoon."
"Thank you Jack," Mrs. Rugt smiled gently at the muscular intruder. "Please wait on deck and I'll join you in a few minutes. I have something to discuss here."
The door shut behind the sturdy back and we all turned to finish up our lukewarm coffee. I could not help noticing Hilda whimpering and wondered why this little Gretel should be so upset. Mrs. Rugt tapped Hilda's fingers with a spoon and warned.
"Enough out of you. Go to your room at once and wait for me."
Hilda got up from the table and with her lowered, troubled, head slithered to the door, turned and curtsied and faded from sight.
"I want you to come to Hilda's cabin this evening where we can have a little get together. You will be able to understand the words 'obedience' and 'devotion' much better."
I told Mrs. Rugt I would be there and excused myself from the table.
Up on deck, I helped lower stores down the main hatch. It seemed as though we were taking on food supplies that would last for months. My heart quickened beats as my imagination stirred. Exotic lands with their savage grace and beauty were painted in the great cine-scope of my mind.
While working at this menial task, I noticed a young woman speaking to Mr. Rugt. The young lady was dressed in gaudy colors. Her blouse was a heavy purple and her skirt which fastened itself to every one of her healthy curves was a brilliant yellow. The colors did not stop there, for her extremely high-heeled shoes were a polished green and her silk stockings were blackish-grey. These vivid colors were complemented by some thick facial make-up and brown, gleaming hair.
I could not help thinking that I had seen the woman or her like somewhere before. Then I remembered. Main Street glittered with women of this sort particularly on Saturday nights. Yes, she was one of the paid butterflies of the more vile districts of the city.
I gathered that this flamboyant female was the wife of our handsome sailor, Jack Dill. She was almost the complete opposite of Nora Rugt. There was superb vulgarity in Mrs. Dill which contrasted with the catlike refinement of Nora. I will have to admit that Mrs. Dill had all the physical qualities of Mrs. Rugt but lacked the discretion of displaying them in a more subtle manner.
As I asked for more slack on the heaving line, a few words of my fellow passengers conversation caught on the wind and came to my curious alert ear.
"Paul, allow me to make love to you as your wife has never done. I know this to be true. She will have all her passion for Jack or for our s�ances together. The only time she will submit to you is when she has her eyes on Jack. I don't want you to suffer for I know what it is like to play second fiddle. Look at me Paul. We're the dupes. Don't you understand?"
Paul was draped over the railing reflecting bitterly on what the garrulous woman had to say.
"You don't understand, Meg, my love for her is crippling me. I can only get back one and that is by possessing her most cherished object which is Hilda. Nora does not love Jack. She is in love with what Jack can do to her beloved Hilda. Tonight she will watch the lamb be brought to the slaughter. She loves Hilda in her own way. One which is complex, intriguing and tormented. I know what you're going to say. I've married a witch. And I can only say that I married one of the most fascinating woman any man could ever find. You will see. She is incredible."
"Would she dare have the simplicity and honest love to do what I am going to do for you?"
My ears perked up and I wondered what she meant by those words. I busily worked over the hatch or at least pretended to do so. All the while I would snatch a few glances at the little scene which began to surprise me and almost expose me as a peeping torn. However, it was done in broad daylight before my very eyes and I cannot take the blame for my curiosity or rather their indiscretion.
Mrs. Dill unzipped the immaculate white trousers of Mr. Rugt and slipped in her painted right hand. All the while Mr. Rugt dolefully looked over the side of the boat lost in the outer space beyond the horizon. The colorful lady named Meg was massaging the dick of the elegant proprietor and he wasn't even batting an eye. She slipped her hand down to scratch his ass at the same time. Through the trousers I could see her hand palpitate the rear end cheeks of the lean aristocrat. Her right hand was busy producing a slow methodical rhythm. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a sturdy cock jump out of Mr. Rugt's pants, firmly wrapped in the lusty fingers of the sensual Mag. The left hand of the stevedore's wife was busy penetrating the ass-hole of the cool, unperturbed Paul Rugt.
Just watching this incongruous spectacle set me in a whirl. My own prick was as solid as a lead pipe and I wanted to ask the good lady if she would not mind taking care of me next. Of course I didn't dare demand this, but I should have liked to declare myself to them. Anyway it seemed to be unfair that a man so unconcerned and indifferent to this splendid treatment should only vaguely enjoy it. And there I was throbbing with delight and unable to take part.
Suddenly she noticed that I was aware of their feverish game. She did not try to conceal the joint action and with a wave of her head signaled me to come to where she and deadened Mr. Rugt were engaged in their daylight folly.
I put my forefinger to my chest in disbelief and my mouth formed 'Me.' She nodded impatiently and once again wagged her head inviting me to join her. I walked over slowly and quite innocently and even asked her if she was having any trouble. She observed my bulging denims and spoke frankly.
"I think you're the one that is having a bit of trouble. Lift my skirt and sink that bursting prick of yours in my pussy."
I looked around to see if anyone was coming.
"Come on now," she whispered. "We don't have all day."
I pulled out my stiff penis and let it wave in the air a few inches from the luscious arse of the daring Mag.
She arched a little showing me her brown wet nest.
"There it is, it can't be any clearer. Shove it in deep and good." Her hands were still manipulating the phlegmatic Mr. Rugt.
I slipped in my ardent young cock and for the first time felt the warmth and humidity of a female. And what a female.
She wriggled once. No, it was more than a wriggle it was a slow wind with a professional twist and wham. My load exploded in her hot wet snatch.
At the same time I heard a few drops of liquid spit into the water and I realized that Mr. Rugt had just dispersed his fluid elsewhere. The owner of the warm, moistened pussy turned to inform me.
"As a lover you have no patience. My pleasure has been just a slight one. And I thought I was in for a brilliant afternoon. I hope, for your sake, you will learn. Now go back to your chores little one and don't breathe a word."
I bashfully hustled back to my post zipping up my trousers. What did she expect? I helped her out the best I could. I didn't see any reason for her to complain. But down deep, I knew what she meant. I've heard my sister wail with pleasure when she slept in the next room with her boy friend. I knew then that the feminine joy in the act was as strong, if not stronger than the male's.
When I dared to look again and offered a gaze of sympathy to the amazing Mag Dill, she was gone. All that I saw was the limp figure of Mr. Rugt still contemplating the horizon and seemingly oblivious of what had happened. I knew that this could not be possible and then and there considered him a master of subterfuge.
Chapter Four ...
You have probably remarked that I seem to be holding back. That my true personality is not thoroughly expressed and that I seem to be wandering somewhat hazily in the midst of a crude adventure.
Please bear in mind that I was not only among sensual and unusual people, but I allied myself to these un-inhibitionists and soon gave myself to the splendor of natural, sensual living.
The last pair to come on board and round out the team composing our pleasure cruise were the well-known socialites Mrs. Rosalind Beech, Greenleaf, Bellay, Roach and her fourth husband, Melvin Roach. I was scrubbing down the wood-work when they arrived. You can see that Mrs. Rugt kept me at my chores from the very first day.
It may be difficult to describe Mrs. Roach. It is not enough to state the mere particulars such as - she was about forty-five, heavy set with a mole on her chin which was constantly powdered down. I don't want to begin there and prefer to piece out my descriptions as I relate her to you.
One was drawn to Rosalind Roach by an effusion of odors and an aurora of hyper-sensuality. She was born this way and she never battled this intrinsic nature. There are some women who seem to emit an oily liquid which comes from their pores, creating a certain wet greasiness which more often than not is highly unpleasant. Mrs. Roach manufactured a private substance that came from her sex. I'm sorry, but I cannot describe it any other way. That peculiar substance blended with her large hazel eyes which always remained calm with the concentration of a vigorous lover.
Mrs. Roach was one of those individuals who by their very essence was born to make love. Her lovely hands, with their long supple strong fingers meticulously cared for, were the hands all men of great discrimination wanted to be caressed by. However, these exquisite hands were never to linger on a man's shoulders or his hips or wind around his powerful love rod. Mrs. Roach was the cause of two suicides. For her love, two notorious business men brought an end to their days. But the grand duchess of New York society favored the fragile type of man, the delicate high-voiced boyish man. Consequently her fourth husband Melvin Roach, a character actor, coincided with her previous choices.
Melvin Roach was sparrowy, with a nervous air, that made one think of a hunted animal. He dressed like the dandy he no doubt was and in a style which was a little bit exaggerated. He wore tails, striped trousers, spats, a wine-coloured tie and a grey top hat with a snappy black bond. He twirled a cane and from the moment he boarded the yacht he never ceased to pose and click his cane like a pesky fop.
Mrs. Roach spied me in my handsome denims and white t-shirt. There was a glint in her eye and she nodded hello with a flourish which gave me a sense of importance. I smiled sheepishly and began to rub the wooden mast more enthusiastically.
I can't say that I found her more attractive than Nora from the very beginning. She was another sort of woman for me. My first impression usually stays with me and she represented the matronly aunt who is seductive in a familiar way. She was to be considered as quite a 'de-virginizer' of young men. From the moment I saw the gleam in her hazel eyes, I felt that I had been chosen to drink in her very substance. I will let you know if I was wrong or not.
As night fell I was summoned to Hilda's cabin one-half hour after dinner. I meekly knocked on the door and the deep resolute voice of Mrs. Rugt bade me enter.
"Please have a seat Peter and just keep out of the way until I ask you to help me."
In the corner chair I noticed Paul Rugt calmly smoking a cigarette. I was able to just make out the form for he was entirely in shadow since the lamp light was turned in the center of the room. Nora was questioning Hilda.
"To whom should you come if you wish to play?" she was brandishing a thin horse-whip to my astonishment.
"I wasn't thinking, Mrs. Rugt. I only want to have fun with you. I love you so," Hilda stammered.
"But you couldn't wait to ask my permission?" she flamed. "So I'll have to show you what it is like to have fun with someone else." Nora's eyes were spots of burning coals.
"Take off your clothes my little pet, while Peter goes calling on Jack Dill," Nora commanded the girl.
A snap of the whip got the girl across the face and without a seconds hesitation she slipped off her blouse. I stood there looking at her shapely shoulders and her firm breasts which wanted to bounce out of the light bra she was wearing.
"Peter please don't stand there gaping. Go get Mr. Dill immediately and tell him we have need of him." Her dynamism was not to be questioned and as much as I wanted to see the lovely Hilda peel, I was forced to obey.
A few minutes I later re-entered the cabin with the powerful stevedore. Hilda was completely in the nude and standing with her hands crossed about her shoulders resembling a helpless martyr.
The girl was built like a miniature Godiva and her white skin sparkled in the light that spotlighted her.
"Peter go to the cabinet and get some vaseline."
I almost stumbled over the lamp cord but managed to come back with the vaseline in good order. I was holding the tube in my hand when Nora Rugt explained my duty.
"Squeeze out some of it and apply it to Hilda's hole. The rear one which is commonly called the 'anus.'"
I did not know what to do. If I refused, I would never know Hilda's ass-hole. The idea of tampering with it without any preliminary flirting intrigued me.
I walked up to the girl and asked her kindly if she would spread her legs and then her cheeks apart. A crack of the whip which caught her on the shoulder made her obey my meek request.
With a thick blob of the gluey vaseline, I slipped my sticky hand between her two apple halves. After a minor exploration, I discovered her tiny aperture. As I wiggled my index finger to penetrate the tight hole, she stiffened up her buttocks. Once again the whip ordained her ease.
I pushed my finger in a little farther. All the time I felt Hilda pushing out against my finger. Her tight ass hole seemed to grip my finger and not let it escape. I was a bit perplexed and was wondering how I would free my imprisoned finger. I screwed it out and the vaseline helped me do so. I took another dab of vaseline and this time my finger slipped in with less difficulty.
"Alright Peter. I think that will be sufficient. And now you will see what happens to little girls who are disobedient."
"But I didn't disobey. I just wanted ..."
Another crack of the whip found its mark on Hilda's curvaceous flank. It reddened and she howled with pain.
"Jack you know what I want you to do. Show Hilda what happens when she plays with strangers."
Jack Dill unloosened his belt and I was sure that the poor gamine was going to be in for a real slashing. He lowered his trousers and his under shorts and kicked them loose. Mr. Dill was standing in his boots with the lower portion of his torso completely naked. The most troubling sight was the fire hose cock that swung out from his hairy lower belly.
Roughly I estimated this amazing penis to be anywhere from 8 to 9 inches long and about as thick as a good-sized police club. Then everything jelled and I knew why the vaseline was used and what my finger was supposed to imitate. For a second I felt sick inside with the realization that Dill was counting on plugging the rear crack of little Hilda. Beads of sweat poured down my brow. I asked to be excused.
"Oh no. You must witness this. It is very important for you to understand our methods ..." Nora was firm in her measures so I stayed.
The husky brute took his place behind the blond wisp of a girl and braced himself as though he were ready to fall in the saddle.
From the first contact with the massive sausage, Hilda's face lit up in horror. She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes as though she was undergoing an extreme annoyance of constipation. However this was far worse than constipation.
The good sailor Dills bludgeon stiffened gradually and pointed at her ass-hole. His large hands circled around the hips of the young girl and he pulled her in.
A blood-curdling cry streamed from Hilda's trembling lips as she felt the first thrust and probably the head of the huge prick as it gained ground.
"Enough of those stupid outbursts. Paul give me your handkerchief." Her husband complied with her request stoically. Nora stuffed the hanky into the poor girl's mouth.
Inch my inch, Dill forced in his gigantic pickle. (I'm not trying to make a play of words. But that cock of his was as bumpy and thick as the fattest pickle you ever saw).
Hilda seemed to be choking on the handkerchief. For every time Jack slipped in a few notches she seemed to swallow some of the hanky. I was emphatically feeling everything she was and we probably had equal amounts of beads of sweat covering our foreheads.
"Peter you better apply some vaseline to Jack's penis so it will penetrate easier."
I rubbed vaseline over the swollen cock which appeared to lose its natural color of red and brown and to turn purple, probably from the lack of circulation. I noticed Dill's eyes were charged with passion but that his forehead was steaming with wet perspiration. That made three of us.
While I was applying the sticky substance I saw a streak of red coming from the ass of fair Hilda. I almost passed out when I realized it was blood.
I tried to pull Dill's cock out from purely humanitarian reasons but my hand slipped on the stiff dong. It was useless, for Dill was driving home for all he was worth.
Hilda's fine features contorted and it was little wonder. The quaint little damsel was practically being ripped in two. Jack was all over her pumping away and from his looks apparently liking it. If he had seen Hilda's contracted face, would he have gone on?
I stopped posing silly innocent questions when I noticed something astonishing. Hilda perked up and a look of surprise beamed around her lovely eyes. One would think she was beginning to enjoy it. I could only think that she was tired fighting off the insufferable pain and decided to bear with it. Soon she was grinding away as though she had asked to participate.
Nora was horrified to see that her punishment was now being taken for pleasure. I was soon to learn that she was submitting to a jealous panic that welled up inside her. She could not bear the idea that her Hilda should enjoy sexual behavior with anyone but herself. And before her very eyes, Hilda was reeling with excitement at every stroke of the massive prick conscientiously applied by a lusty representative of the male species.
Nora lifted her whip high and let it land right off the left ear of the impassioned young girl. Instead of bringing Hilda's frenzy to a halt it seemed to heighten her ecstasy. Nora let rip with another stinging slap of the whip which caught the smiling girl under the breasts. But the blond lass giggled gleefully. Another stroke of the whip forced the girl to her knees, but she was evidently numbed by the excessive brutalization coming from the two opposite directions.
"I'll teach you my little slut. Your insolence has brought my temper to an ultimate pitch. Take care, I warn you." Nora unloosened another terrible thrashing.
It appeared as though she was were going to beat the half-unconscious child into oblivion. I would have leaped upon the murderous Mrs. Rugt in an attempt to stop her excessive ruthlessness, if it had not been for the intervention of her husband who warned:
"Don't get mixed up in this. I'll handle everything."
He went to his stormy wife and literally tore her dress off. I felt sure she would turn her whip loose on him too. But instead she paid no attention and started to beat Jack Dill as well.
"You ignorant stevedore. You have no manners, no finesse. You are only concerned with your own putrid pleasure. Here is something to remember me by!" And with this scathing attack she let fly a few thunderous cracks of the mighty whip.
She looked like a savage who has ripped her clothes to pieces when Paul had finished with her. I can't say that I found this unappealing. Her great voluptuous fruits seemed to ripen and overflow. The bronzed goddess, standing half naked, unleashed her fury and I was dazzled by her magnificent emotions.
Her husband leaped upon her gaining full contact with her violent enraged body.
"My love I can't resist you when you are like this. You become more attractive and bewitching by the minute. Oh, my darling let me plunge into your rear."
Not for a moment did she stop her rampage and her slashing. Dill was humped to the floor with his huge form resting over the minuscule Hilda.
Paul Rugt had one aim and that was to enjoy himself. His eyes brightened as he penetrated his wife's behind. He was well-equipped to do so for he possessed a long prick which stiffened properly. Mr. Rugt followed every move of his dominating wife. She appeared to be carrying the esthetic man on her back.
"Ah, how I love to be in your entrails when you lash out with passion. I want to partake in that love that you never share with me. Nora, come, harmonize with me for I love you so." Outside of myself, Paul was the only lucid member of the hellish s�ance.
Nora huffed and puffed and allowed her whip to fall to the ground. She was quite weary from giving her all. Her movement changed and she ground in a certain rhythm that appeared to please her husband. Paul was enraptured.
What a sight I had before me. Two flogged bodies huddle on the floor contrasting with two rhythmic lovers slowly backing toward a chair. Paul and Nora finally sat down and all the time their vibrations continued. Paul kept his upright dick buried deep within the goddess's womb.
"Come Peter don't stand there like a little lost lamb. Lick my breasts dear. See how big and hard they are just for you."
Nora was never vulgar and I loved her for this. After all she had been through or better yet, after all she had dished out she remained a lady. I couldn't help but be attracted to such a person. My hatred for her, for I must admit I tried to hate her cruelty, evaporated.
Before you could say Jack Pecker I was tonguing away at her hardened nipples. What a joy it was placing my mouth around those wonderful titties. I sucked away and even snapped a bite or two. I even imagined that she was enjoying it. However, I could not be sure for there were two people who were adding to her pleasure.
Suddenly Paul sung a melody. It was a long slow wailing of pleasure. At that very minute I thought her teats tasted different, but then again I am gifted with an extraordinary imagination.
Paul disengaged himself from his pretty wife and just slumped back in the chair.
"Place your fingers down by my crotch Peter. You have so much to learn." She said this while digging her supple fingers in my hair.
My trembling hand went downward to her lower belly. I felt a bush of silken hair and my safari continued. Between her thighs I felt a damp region which started to thrill me. My penis was already hard but this find gave it a new stiffness. I pressed my burning rod up against her abdomen.
Just as my interest was really creeping to a high pitch, Nora pushed me away. I was taken aback by this sudden gesture and was forced back to reality when I saw Hilda and Jack Dill regain a standing position.
Nora sprang for her whip. For the first time since I have known her she swore. Never before had I heard such foul language. She brandished the whip like a general would a sword. Nora aimed to kill or at least shed buckets of blood.
Jack Dill whisked the frightened blond teenager out of the room and stood his ground with the flaming tigress.
Dill was obliged to take whip lashes on his arms, chest and face before he reached Nora's furious right hand. He managed to take the whip away. And when he did, he received a burst of spittle that ran off his cheek. He lifted his arm to strike the enraged woman, but her glare burned into him and he dropped his threatening arm and walked to the door.
"Get out of here, Dill and leave the whip dangling from the door. Thank you for the splendid evening, I shall never forget it."
The only words that the bedraggled Jack Dill could utter were "I'm sorry." He timidly closed the door behind him. I noticed that he carried the whip with him.
I thought him daring to disobey the powerful proprietor of the expensive yacht. But with his broad shoulders I was sure he had nothing to fear.
"Peter, will you please get the whip that is dangling outside the door," she asked.
I responded rather quickly more out of curiosity than anything else.
Sure enough, the whip was there.
"Now you may go to sleep. We will see you for breakfast at seven," she assumed the politeness she was capable of.
On my way to my cabin I wondered where Hilda would sleep that night. I was sure she wouldn't dare enter her cabin for fear of facing a beating worse than death.
Chapter Five ...
In my cabin I tried to gather my thoughts and see everything in its proper proportion. Let me tell you that it wasn't easy. The first idea that I had was to leave the ship. This notion dwindled rapidly away when I thought of the magnificent body of Nora Rugt, the terrifying sensuality of Mrs. Roach and the lithe body of the intimidated Hilda.
It was on this yacht I would learn about women. Well, at least three special ones
A thought occurred to me somewhat abruptly. There were four men for three women. I remember reading somewhere that women generally were physically stronger than men. It may well be true. Here was the evidence to prove it. Hilda was able to withstand the gigantic implement of torture dealt by Jack Dill, Mrs. Dill literally seduced Paul Rugt and Nora Rugt resolved her pleasure with two men. But the great proof of all was the cowering of Jack Dill before the terrible Nora.
It was apparent that aboard this craft, that the female sex was dominant. It only remained to be seen who would be the most dominant among them.
I undressed myself and climbed into my bunk quite naked which is my usual custom. Before turning out the light, I conjured up the various images that were before my eyes not so long ago. The very impulse of these majestic photos caused my dick to go hard. I kicked away the covers to give my young penis breathing room.
I was becoming sexually stimulated. It is curious how the mere engagement in sexual acts induce a sexual longing that becomes more and more frequent.
For the first time in many years I was debating whether to masturbate or not. My hand clutched my prick and started to stroke when a knocking at my door jarred me from my bed.
"Wait a minute please," I shouted, sure that it would be the woeful Hilda.
I opened the door and was ready to receive the sobbing kid. Vaguely and indiscriminately dressed, I wasn't prepared to be timid about my nakedness.
Lo and behold, it wasn't Hilda at all. It was Rosalind Roach who slithered in and closed the door ever so silently behind her.
"I've come to see you. I hope you will excuse the hour, but I couldn't sleep. It must be the excitement of the trip, don't you think?"
I invited her to sit down, but she would not have anything of it and asked me to climb into my bed before I catch cold.
Once in my bed, Rosalind sat down at my side and her very presence brought palpitations to my stiff, arrogant cock.
"You know we should be friends aboard. We have so much to give one another." Her eyes were fastened on the bulge which was just too apparent.
Her hand rested on my thigh and I thought that I would burn up. Her eyes widened and narrowed and her face came to mine. Before I had a chance to examine the situation, her mouth enclosed upon my slim tender lips. She cajoled me into opening my oral chasm and then sucked my tongue. When I hid my tongue, she penetrated my mouth with her own in deep-searching pursuit. Her supple organ washed my inner wall clean and then I was lured to explore her warm oral mystery. Our tongues entwined and we lay there in a clinging passionate embrace.
I felt her hand slide back covers. And then to give her more leeway, I managed to get one leg free and push away the rest of the sheet. If she were after my hard-on, than I wanted to make sure she would find it without any trouble.
She rubbed my belly, always manipulating her warm hand in the most reasonable way. Rosalind continued to embrace me with her fluttering tongue. Her sensual hand moved down toward my thighs and they spread apart limply.
I don't think at the time I reflected that I was being ravaged by a woman. Nothing like this occurred to me. I felt that everything was going about normally and that I had nothing to complain about. In other words, I assumed that she was having as much fun as I was. And to a degree this was unquestionably true.
Her fingers tickled my balls and her index finger crept up my flagpole which was waving with all its force. The head of my penis was about to burst and I bit into Rosalind's tongue in order to hold back from spilling love substance.
She returned the bite with a squeeze of my prick. Rosalind must have felt my suffocation which was one of extreme excitement. Her lips unlocked from mine and she moved down to my cock. I felt her mouth envelop over the stiff rod and my back stiffened to hold back from shooting my load.
I took two deep breaths and regained my calm or least the little I was capable of possessing. All the while, Rosy gluttonously licked my amorous prick.
My two free hands caressed her hair which completely covered her head and did not permit her face to appear. How I wanted to see her suck me off. I wanted so much to see those big lips lap up my pecker.
Her mouth pumped up and down until I was dizzy. Her tongue licked around the head of my penis as though she were tasting a lolly-pop. Her right hand cupped my balls and her index finger remained at the bottom of my shaft.
Then it came. I had the feeling that my midsection was going to explode. I gritted my teeth and then all at once let out a loud bellow. I felt my prick throb in her mouth and my limbs seemed to melt with joyous ecstasy.
When I opened my eyes, I saw Mrs. Roach's ardent face all aglow. There was some liquid streaming from her mouth. Then she gulped and I looked at her awestruck. She had just swallowed my substance. It must have been a lot, for not only was I young but I could feel a flow spurting that could have filled up a good-sized glass.
"That was good. I've had my nourishment for tonight. And besides, what's really important, you've enjoyed yourself. Anyway, I hope you did?"
She was so frank and nonchalant about it that I could only say:
"Yes ... it ... it was ... fine."
I still couldn't get over the shock. It was the first time I had ever been blowed. But to swallow it ... well, I was still very impressionable.
"Now you can do me a favor. I think as two future lovers we should learn to cooperate and give tit for that."
If she meant that I was going to do the same thing, she was dead wrong. I might get sick or become perverted. I would absolutely have nothing to do with it.
"I think we should try it another time. It's late and I will have to get up early tomorrow morning and there will be loads of work to do. Another time will be just fine." I tried to be cagey and make her leave.
"You mean you want to be selfish. That's no way to behave. You have to learn how to satisfy people in life to get along with them. But if that's the way you feel, I don't think I'll let you feel my fine nylon hose."
And with that she placed her exquisite womanly leg on my chest.
When I saw the gorgeous meaty leg which was resting between my chest and abdomen, I perked up. Another part of me perked up also. I rubbed her inner thigh and she caressed my chest. One hearty squeeze told me that this woman was luscious and not to be denied.
Suddenly she jumped up from the bed and said:
"Well good night. If you really don't?"
"Oh I do, but I thought it might be a little too late for you." I tried to lie out of it.
Mrs. Roach lowered her panties and just let it drop on the floor. When she came near the bed this time she straddled me and I was looking into the mouth of her hairy cunt. It emitted an odor that I will never forget. It was a cross between perfume, sweat and come. I was drawn to its very mystery.
What a magnificent bush she had. Her hairs were curly and soft and spread like a V from her moistened crack.
She lifted a thigh in the air and my mouth rushed to it. I took a bite out of that wonderful mound of flesh and it ensnared my head like a walnut. I madly drunk in her scent and my mouth met the lips of her pungent pussy.
I licked all around the upper thighs and went from the thin hairs to the thicker ones. I couldn't really say I liked it at first but then again it had something indescribably delicious about it.
"Use your tongue and lips together," she helped. (She needn't have, because I was becoming quite precocious.)
I was lapping up her nectar and enjoying it ever so slightly. And then she let loose with a tumultuous roar. It was like the sound of the wind coming from a deep cave. She trembled and then twisted and tightened and then hummed a great ... HMMMM.
I kept my lips fastened to her liquid opening. I even kept tonguing away for it wasn't at all unpleasant. Then everything stopped and she sat up and kissed me on the corner of the mouth.
"Now I'm going to let you sleep. You're a wonderful boy and you show promise. I will have to teach you more for there is so much to learn."
She donned her pants and went to the mirror to straighten out her hair.
With a toss of her head she waved goodbye and softly closed the door behind her.
I was alone and wilted with a curious satisfaction. Before I could reflect about it I was well on the way to dreamland.
The alarm rang at 6:30 and I tumbled my tired body out of the bunk which served as a love nook not many hours ago. My head was spinning and I remembered very little at the time what had taken place.
I scratched my noggin and groggily walked over to the wash basin. I looked in the mirror and saw a bedraggled face reflected in the grim light of the cabin. A dose of cold water splashing over the nape of my neck refreshed and shook me back to the reality I had veered from.
While putting on my trousers, I made up my mind to leave the ship. Remaining with these people would be a most trying affair. And the worst of it, I'll have to admit, there was a part of me that enjoyed it. I like being among sensual people who show a uniqueness about themselves. However, I wasn't resolved to the acceptance of punishment inflicted upon Hilda. A momentary thought caught my fancy and I saw myself rescuing the little nymph from these devils. A poem came from my sleepy lips. You probably remember it:
"Gayly bedight a gallant knight
In sunshine and in shadow
Had journeyed long singing a song
In search of El Dorado."
I changed the last word to 'Hildarado.' And that's the way I saw myself. Yes, I was a young dashing knight on board a pirate yacht which was ripping the high seas with a captured innocent blond beauty.
Ah, how young I was and pretentious which is certainly a trait of youth. But I was idealistic and that counted more than all the sensuality and sordidness that Nora Rugt was capable of administering.
I would side with Hilda and keep her from being tortured unnecessarily. Even if I had to exchange blows with a heavyweight like Jack Dill, I would defend her to the death.
You are quite aware that this is just the ranting of a raw brazen kid. At the time, I believed in what I thought. In fact, I am very honest and you can believe what I think and say because I really do believe in myself.
At breakfast I laid my plans to sneak in a few words to Hilda. I was going to tell her to be brave and that we would escape together. Carefully, I eyed everyone of the group in order to keep from exposing my program.
"My how we've got underway without any trouble. The boat is moving extremely smoothly. I remember when we hit that storm off the bay of ..."
I didn't stop to listen, but just excused myself rapidly and headed for the upper deck. When I reached the poop deck, I saw that we were jugging out of the harbor at a pretty fast clip. All my thoughts of heroism went up in flames. It was evident that I would have to wait before I could make a decisive move.
I came back to the dining cabin with a dejected expression on my face. Nora Rugt was the first to notice my discontentment, but she seemed to be subtle and diplomatic about it.
"What's wrong Peter, already seasick? Come, come what shall you do once we are on the high seas?"
Everyone appeared amused by my uneasiness and Hilda burst out giggling. Of all the people who had to make me ridiculous; why Hilda? I hated her for that.
"No I'm not seasick. I thought I left something behind," I said this somewhat annoyed.
"Well it's a bit late now, my boy," Paul Rugt said placing a hand on my shoulder.
He was about the best one of the lot. If I were going to have a friend aboard, it most likely would be him. Rosalind gave me a big smile as I fondly gazed upon Paul Rugt. I smiled back with an obviously insincere tilted half-moon smile.
It was too apparent to all that I was not at ease in this setting. Nora had a puzzled discontented look about her and I knew she was thinking of the problem she would have with me.
"Peter, I want to speak to you after breakfast. I think it would be wise to straighten a few things out. Come to my cabin at nine."
The rest of breakfast passed in heavy silence.
As scheduled, I knocked on Nora's door at nine sharp. A soft voice asked me to come in and I did.
Nora was seated on her bed filling her nails. She was dressed in a thin white negligee that revealed all her charms.
"Sit down Peter and tell me what's wrong. You don't seem happy?" she did not look up but said this while filing her long feline cuticles.
"Oh nothing's wrong," I lied. "I guess I'm just a little homesick."
"Well that will pass, but I'm not sure whether that's the only reason," this time she looked up in earnest.
"I just have to get used to thing aboard, that's all." I tried to wiggle out of this uncomfortable conversation.
"Come over here Peter and sit by me." Her voice had an order in it and I obeyed. Once on the bed beside her, I lowered my head timidly. She continued. "From the time we met you were hypnotized by me. I knew what you wished for, it showed all over you. But do you think I can give my treasures so easily. What would I get in return from a paltry boy like you? What can you offer me? You came aboard not so much to work but to try something else. You came more out of an obsession than a realistic need of work. I'm not bragging when I tell you that I was part of the obsession."
I dared to look up and caught the brightness of her brown eyes. They seemed to dig into the very heart of matters. I was astonished by her brilliance.
"You are a coward Peter, to not be able to face your own original convictions. And besides you want something without working for it. You are too clean-cut, too innocent and this means you lack imagination."
This was something I didn't like to hear but she continued to belittle me.
"I don't like jelly-fish. I adore real character. Only when you prove that you are worthy, only then will I submit to you with my entire being."
She seemed to know my innermost thoughts for she was expressing them quite clearly. More than anything I wanted Nora Rugt. She was the real reason that I stayed. The hunt for a job started with a whim. The whim went as far as Nora and then I was caught. I revolted, perhaps like Paul her hammered husband or Jack, the stevedore who was melted-down slag, but to no avail. The woman was fantastic. Her very presence sent my head a whirl. I was feverish with lust. That superb body glittered before my pale eyes.
She touched my cock over my pants ever so faintly and I thought it would burst open. Terrors of terrors, this woman had bewitched me. Maybe I was too young, maybe too inexperienced, but whatever it was, I was hooked.
"Someday you might know me and I promise not to disappoint you. But busy yourself for that time. Be obedient and do as I say and your turn will come."
She patted my cheek and I turned rose-colored like a warm baby. Nora was every inch a woman with her taunting and tactics. I was forced to submit.
"This afternoon we are going to have a love s�ance and everyone will be present. You will participate and not think too much I hope..." she was telling me and not asking me.
Indeed the ad in the newspaper was not wrong this was going to be a pleasure cruise and what pleasure. But I vaguely philosophized that all pleasure must be paid for and how was I going to pay. My first thought was admittedly a puritanical one and my second notion counter-balanced the moral thought; in brief, wasn't pleasure of one sort or another what everyone was seeking? I convinced myself that it was an even looked forward to the afternoon that would bring me in close contact with these most unusual people.
"Today you will learn what you could never have learned in school. You see, Peter, we are a part of a cult that had prevailed through history. You can see that we are marked by aristocracy and consequently in search of a refined and sometimes terrifying pleasure!"
Her superb eyes widened and the expansive landscape I saw within was extraordinarily lovely.
"You perhaps never guessed that Hilda is a member of the noble family of Hapsburg. Although she is an orphan and in our charge, little Hildy is our angel and devil at the same time."
I had seen her treated like a devil but when would she be respected as an angel?
"Paul comes from a royal English family and you already know that the Roaches are distinguished in their own right."
I wanted to ask about Jack Dill and his wife and while I was thinking of them, Nora already read my thoughts.
"You are wondering about Dill and his wife. Well, they are part of the serving group and only a foolish elite would deny the sauce and temperament that the working class had to offer. We want to taste everything. And that is why we have chosen a plain young middle class youngster like yourself."
With these finely put words I was categorized. There was no way to react against them. Nora Rugt was right. I came from the heart of the middle class and it showed in all my attitudes and sentiments. But I was ambitious and willing to learn and was happy to be invited by such an important social set.
"About tea time this afternoon," she kissed the corner of my mouth and bade me farewell.
Chapter Six ...
I scraped the deck and polished the ship's brass until my arms ached. At about three bells (three o'clock), I went below to wash up for the s�ance. A certain excitement invaded me as though I were preparing for my birthday with all my guests awaiting me. Of course I would be the most unimportant among them, but that did not prevent me from being the most excited one.
I put on a sparkling white shirt which showed off my tan to good advantage and my slacks had a pleat like a knife. At exactly four I tapped on the door of cabin "A" which belonged to the inimitable Mrs. Rugt.
A voice that obviously belonged to Nora rang out and previewed an observation.
"Come in Peter, we were waiting for you."
I walked in timidly and was told to sit beside Hilda. The seductive 'Gretchen' was dressed in ethereal blue and was more lovely than ever. She did not even take notice of my presence, but she seemed to stare in space as if she were contemplating another world.
"Tea, Peter?" Mr. Rugt offered me a cup and saucer which I took. He then poured in some tea and before he took his permanent place refilled Rosalind's cup.
While taking a sip of the warm stimulating liquid, I glanced at everyone and was pleased to find them all perky and in splendid form. Naturally, Hilda was somewhere on the moon, but that was to be expected.
The guests were exchanging conversation and the subject seemed to be about beauty in connection with its physical appreciation.
"I have always claimed that beauty is breathed in by the organism," the claim was coming from Mrs. Roach. "Let me explain. If you will notice carefully the dilation of a woman's nostrils and their capacity to drink in the surroundings, whether it be spiritual, physical or what have you, you will be witnessing beauty in action. Sensuality must expand itself through sensual organs. Outside of the nostrils the face is generally immobile. False movements of the eyes or mouth denote stupid and weak sensuality. I say, watch the nostrils."
What an odd subject. I had never thought about this and right off I found Mrs. Roaches reasoning somewhat vague. But vaguer notions were yet to come. Paul Rugt ventured forth.
"I agree with you in part, Rosalind. I often consider the sensual intensity and quality of a person by the state of their nostrils. Pure animal verification that's all. But you must go deeper than that. At the moment of dilation the hands are active indicating the grace of the mind and the comportment of the sensual expression. And much further, the attitude of the body and it's secretions must be taken into account. Why it's almost a clinical affair."
Paul Rugt spoke intelligently with a steady voice depicting clear thought. I was envious of him and would have liked to express my own thoughts on the subject if I had any.
"We are gathered here this afternoon to study and naturally enjoy sensual reactions. We are, with the exception of the youngsters, inclined to take our pleasures seriously with the hope of broadening out horizons. I would like to ask Mag Dill whether she will be good enough to provoke certain reactions among the men and we may even be surprised if it should invite the female instinct also."
Mag Dill looked askance at Nora Rugt and it was pretty evident that these two women did not get along. I don't think Mag Dill quite understood Nora, but the tone of voice definitely displeased her and her frown showed it.
"Well, what do you want me to do?" Mag rasped.
"My dear girl, parade your charms. We are here to mutually seduce one another if we are capable of it."
"Look here now, I have had as much as your high and mighty ass," Mag growled.
"Easy Mag, easy," Stevedore Jack intervened and prevented a spat.
"I won't have her makin' any insinuations, ya see," Mag tried to wrestle free from her husky husband.
"Be sweet honey, so we can all have fun," Jack patted his wife on the shoulder.
"You'll see how sweet I am, you silly lug. I'm going to make love to Mr. Rugt. That is if her highness doesn't mind."
"Good for you Mag. My husband is all yours." Nora teased and taunted her.
In one fell swoop Mag straddled the lap of Paul Rugt. Her skirt was high and her spread legs dangled to the side. She was brazen and her rapid sexuality awakened my dormant prick. Mag grabbed the two sides of Rugt's head with her fine claws and bending his neck back she planted a hearty kiss flush in the mouth. They stood locked to one another for a solid minute. Little by little, Mag seemed to arch forward and the tight skirt around her firm ass stretched to its limit.
That was when my joy stick stood up and took notice. There is a certain arch that a woman will take and a man must become ready. This fine poised attitude is magnificent and stimulates the male more than a hundred kisses. Like a swan in flight, Mag was fixed upon Paul's lap and I could well imagine that yawning crack displaying a wet rose bud.
A hand wandered over the surface of my trousers. I did not look down but I felt the strong sensual odor of Rosalind Roach. She was fingering my zipper. I slipped down and spread my legs to facilitate matters.
Mag opened Paul Rugt's shirt after she undid his tie and threw it at the feet of Nora. Rugt did not bat an eye. Mrs. Dill reached into the opening of the immaculate shirt and caressed the male breasts of the stoical Rugt.
What was that man made of? Once more he was being attacked through an excess of love and yet he remained calm and aloof.
And there I was, feverish and trembling, with my cock trapped in a forceful hand. I closed my eyes in a effort to think of something else, but it was no good. My trousers were being lowered and I felt the cool draft on my warm legs.
When I opened my eyes, Mag was sticking a pear-shaped breast at the lips of the ravaged aristocrat. He opened his mouth wide and sopped it in. At the same time a cavernous mouth covered my sex and I felt the warm comfort of Rosalind's tongue and lips.
Paul licked one and then the other and I was happy to see him waking up and participating with such an excellent and aggressive partner.
To my right, there seemed to be a commotion between Jack Dill and the fragile Hilda. She was kicking and biting the man, but he was gradually forcing her thighs apart. His big hands held her down the way he wanted. The fiery Hilda scraped at the sailor's bronzed face but without success.
Only two people in the room remained inactive, Melvin Roach, who was looking on as though he were watching a play and Nora Rugt, who was obviously delighting in her position of a simple observer.
Mag was searching the trousers of the ever awakening Mr. Rugt and soon she came out with an instrument of extreme value. She slipped it out with a vigorous motion and she wouldn't let go of it for anything. She reminded me of an apprentice horseback rider who would not release her saddle hump. Mag lifted her skirt all the higher and I saw a tuft of hair break from her luscious thighs. It seemed to beckon and lap in the stiff dick with its sturdy head. Mr. Rugt let it slip into the hilt.
The vivacious sailor's wife allowed her head to swing back and she emitted a groan of pleasure. They were joined together and Mag was bouncing up and down on the pleasure rod as though she owned it.
Mrs. Roach was giving me her best. An arm slid up my rear and her index finger was searching for my ass-hole. I spread my cheeks and hinted where it was. She fingered the rim and then put her nail portion in my rosy virginal hole. Her two hands were playing with me and in the most professional fashion. Soon her mouth was over my breast nipple at the left nipple and then the right. She was possessing me and all at once I felt that role was all wrong. She was the male and I was acting like the female. I was hot but discontented. My first reaction was to squeeze her breasts but instinctively I felt this to be child's play. Then, for the first time, the male within me took roots.
I cupped her ass and tightened my fingers around her taut flesh. She was so pleased with my aggressiveness that she nibbled at my ear. This gave me the courage to go on. I manipulated through her fine hairs until I came to two tremendous wet lips. Her big thighs fell helter-skelter and her enormous hole leaped into my unskilled hand.
I didn't want to falter. This was the time to show my talent. If I were ever to grow into a lover, this was my opportunity to learn. I stuck a finger up her huge aperture and it got lost. Then I tried two of them and they became lonesome in that wet hollow which appeared to be contracting and distending at times. I attempted three fingers and then four glued together. This worked out better. Rosalind bit my lip and all the while shoved her index finger deeper into my ass-hole. Her perfume intoxicated me and my passion mounted.
"Ah, you show promise after all. You are beginning to satisfy me," she cooed.
I felt proud and I was stirred on to new heights. Another arm wrapped around her and massaged her booming breasts. My fingers found her budding nips and they played skillfully on the tiny bumps.
Through my feverish eyes which seemed to roll in my head like two marbles in a can, I saw Mag and Paul Rugt foaming and frothing on the floor. Smartly they had taken on a new position. Paul had mounted his perky steed Mag who was bucking away in wholesome delight.
But the sight that almost released me from my partners slippery hole, was that of Melvin Roach. Melvin was sniffing the rear end of jockey Paul. Since he found it to his liking, he lowered the under shorts and explored the matter deeper. I had never before seen or even imagined such a spectacle. For that matter the theatrics that were going on astounded me and I could not give my best.
However, the wonderful manipulation of my sexual organs by the masterful Rosalind Roach put me in another sphere. First it was the cupping of my rosy buttocks and then the plucking of my ass hairs and the neat plugging up of my anus hole. All the while my balls and cock were licked and tongues until they set prickles over my bare boyish skin. There was no doubt about it, Rosalind was sucking me in with all her voluptuousness and she was wanton about it. I should have known what she would be like. Just watching her mouth her food, or handling a soft fabric, or just watching some graceful glance with her eyes, indicated that this woman lived and breathed with all her sensual organs. And here she was taking and sharing with me the delights of a ferocious intercourse.
My prick was embedded in her warm cat (How can I call it a mere pussy it was just too big to be called that.) Mrs. Roach inspired me. I drank her in and swam in the great sea of her odors and substance.
The small bit of me that vaguely noticed what was going on around me saw many strange sights. For example: Melvin had his face hidden in the rear of Paul and was making some awful sounds.
Powerless, Hilda was finally trapped by the wicked dick of the hefty stevedore and she continued to beat on his chest and face half with fear and I think, half with hysterical pleasure. Sometimes she would bite into his neck and this would shoot a new charge of energy throughout Jack's muscular body.
There it was. Paul was pumping the rear-end of the fluttery Mrs. Dill. He was helped in his exploits by the malicious tongue of the thin, svelte Roach. Mrs. Roach and I were giving and taking spurts of juice from one another and Hilda was slowly succumbing in her delirium to the manly sailor, Jack Dill.
And where was Nora Rugt in all this? She sat quite calmly in a comfortable arm chair surveying the love s�ance. If I had looked closer, I would have seen a glint in her eye that would perhaps have startled me. It is only now, after some time, that I can imagine and even know the way she looked upon us.
Suddenly I felt something tightening around me and when I put my hand to my side I detected a thick cord of rope that was binding me to the buxom body of Rosalind Roach. My action was suspended for the moment and I looked around I saw that all the others had been lassoed and dragged to the center of the room by one common cord. When I regained some much needed consciousness, I saw Nora pulling a huge rope with all her strength. Soon seven of us were rubbing shoulders and other private parts together.
Someone began to tickle my anus and a head was sucking at the breasts of my partner. The sweet smell of Hilda inflamed me and my mouth sought hers. Mag was biting the ass of her howling husband. It was either out of passion or hate. Melvin Roach was looking for Paul's prick and it was not to be had. for it was in Rosalind's spacious mouth.
Can you ever imagine such an entanglement of bodies? None of us had reached his or her climax and we were restrained from doing so by the tightness of the rope. But we severed, all of us. One by one we ejaculated and there was a chorus of "Oh's" and "Ah's" and trembling sounds. Love-juice stuck to our bodies and we did not know whom to thank or despise for it.
Exhausted, we all slumped upon one another. A few of us, like Jack Dill myself and Rosalind Roach, tried to renew out tasks. But our activity did not take last long for a thundering slash of a giant whip poured it's force on our naked hides.
Yes, Nora Rugt was flogging us all indiscriminately. What had we done? Was she jealous because she did not get a chance to participate? Was she crazed by the sight she had seen? At the time I could not guess with a mind completely dulled and tired by such a unusual continuous effort.
No one seemed to complain. Hilda cried hysterically and kept repeating "Again, again." Melvin appeared to be in ecstasy. As for the others they fought, against the unwarranted attack. Jack Dill tried to break the giant cord with his chest muscles but was fighting a losing battle. Mrs. Roach got her teeth into the cord and was biting away to no avail. Paul was using his hands and I was trying to slip my light physique through the tight binds.
It was no use, we were trapped and at the same time we were feeling the sting of a whip with several arms to it. My face and arms and hips reddened. Soon a trickling of blood flowed off Dill's shoulder. I never knew who had shed the blood. Mag Dill began to scream for some sort of mercy.
Burnt and bruised we huddled together trying to use each other as a shield to ward off the blows. Suddenly Paul's voice burst out.
"Stop, Nora, Stop," One could tell that he was deeply hurt.
But the punishment continued. The why and wherefore were absent and there was no reason given, just the crack of the whip.
Nora was the master, the mistress and the great goddess of this cruel craft and we were feeling her wrath. She used every ounce of her force and it was a healthy brutal force that drove her on. Sweat poured down her forehead as she beat us into submission.
"Whoever is left standing, may have me, that is if he or she can have enough strength left to make love to me," she gasped and huffed these words with an ironic tone touched with bitterness.
We were all crushed by the enraged woman and for the first time we were witnesses and sufferers of her terrible caprices. Who would escape and conquer her?
Suddenly the rope snapped and Jack Dill fell away from the group a few feet away. He was completely exhausted by his effort. For his great achievement he received two slaps in the face with the last force of Nora's whip.
Jack struggled to his feet. His mouth was bleeding and he looked like a boxer who had just gone down for the count. His legs were woozy and he staggered around like a drunk.
Another whip lash circled about his neck and dragged him back to the floor. He was breathing hard and his dazed eyes showed determination and hate for his aggressor.
Once more he rose to his feet and this time he advanced toward the fierce tigress. Nora stood her ground and watched the crippled sailor trace her out. She was defiant in her stance and her chin was jutting out like the prow of her proud vessel. Jack zigged-zagged like a hopeless alcoholic and came within hitting distance.
Stevedore Jack Dill, broken by the blows he had taken, was gazing into the flaming eyes of Nora Rugt. He was trying to read their meaning, but his mind was in pain. Perhaps he had temporarily lost his wits. The adversaries contemplated each other as though they were seeing one another for the first time.
Suddenly Nora spit like a viper and her hot saliva found its mark in the middle of Jack's face. The sailor lifted his hand and we felt that Nora had met her end. But the hand remained surprised and never came crashing down.
The moment was imprinted in our minds as though a flash bulb had clicked in a red room.
Chapter Seven ...
Our eyes and hearts and minds were bleary and what we remember of that unforgettable afternoon is not what joy and sorrow we traversed, but the incredible scene between Dill and Nora.
Jack Dill's great muscular arm gradually descended and as slowly as it lowered to his side his massive sex began to swell and swell.
I had never seen an instrument such as Dill presented his mistress Nora Rugt. When I was a kid, I stopped to look at the horses we had grazing in our pasture. When they would piss, they often got hard and I recall thinking of the poor unfortunate mare that would have to put up with it.
Dill was standing before Nora with a prick that was twice the size as the one he had thrust into Hilda. What made it grow to that size I will never know?
He placed his huge arm around Nora's trim waist and bent her backwards. He arched his back and aimed his huge cannon at the opening of her silken pussy.
Nora's head fell back and her body took on a pose that was so gorgeous to see that my organ which was already stiffening reached a steel-like hard-on. It is true that she was partially dressed, but in her newfound lust she was shedding her clothes rapidly.
Her skin gleamed radiantly and her breasts and nipples stuck out as proudly and arrogantly as Nora herself.
Circling around like a great weapon taking its final aim, Dill's bursting cock found the wet love lips of his wilting tigress. The head of the great prick rubbed around the feverish entrance as though it were teasing. All at once Dill sunk his staff into the ripe warm cunt. Nora took every inch and bit by bit spread open demonstrating her appreciation of Jack's burning talent.
Nora's hands tore at the black slippery locks of hair and the mighty fingers of Jack Dill clasped Nora's back as though it were a mast.
The lovers slipped to the bunk behind them. The hefty sailor bit into the luscious neck and his huge hand cupped the bottom cheeks of the full-rounded ass.
My cock was aching and I had to do something about it. Mag was on the other side of Paul Rugt and Mrs. Roach had her legs entangled in the cord. Hilda absolutely refused to be violated by me at such a crucial time which involved her utmost sentiments, namely her love for Nora.
The only aperture which was at my disposal was the slim pale ass of homely Melvin Roach. But there were no two ways about it. I had to shoot off my steam.
With one eye on Nora and Jack and the other on the back end of Melvin, I entered the fuzzy hole without any commotion. A slight purr arose from Melvin and everyone was content.
Jack's powerful hips kept up a sturdy sea rhythm which harmonized with the rock and roll of the great lady. I was besides myself and pushing in and out of the tickled Melvin. The poor fellow was in ecstasy and never gave a thought of the pain he was forced to endure.
The lusty stroked of the ardent sailor became more feverish and the two amorous ones seemed to be pitching over great waves. It was a marvelous sight to watch their splendid bodies work in perfect rhythm. I tried the same on defenseless Melvin and he liked every new variation.
Their bodies glistened in the grim cabin light. A slight perspiration gave their limbs a shimmer and they resembled ads for sun-tan lotion. They were capable of doing just that, for their vital assets were better than any ad I ever saw.
Suddenly a groan of pleasure filled the room. It was a shrill hum and seemed to shake in every pore of the delighted body known as Dill.
Then Nora's pleasure broke. She seemed to climb a few octaves and then all at once a great victorious cry rang out like wild bells. Nora shivered in her glorious state.
Melvin's turn followed and he screeched with pleasure and finally melted to the floor like the wax of a candle. As for myself, I silently ejaculated but I closed my eyes and felt my great pain dissolve as the great clearing opened up.
Hours passed and our tired bodies heaped together found the soothing satisfaction of sleep. Some of us stirred and performed various antics. In the dead of night we were all released by a soothed contented Nora.
She cut off our ties and whisked us all off to bed. It was amazing how docile we all were despite the trying affair we had passed through.
A thought occurred to me and I dared ask Nora a pointed question that troubled me. I perked up.
"If all of us were down here in your cabin, who was steering the boat?"
She laughed and smiled with the gracious smile I had been duped with.
"We have an automatic pilot guided by radar which points toward our destination."
"And what is our destination?" I was unusually inquisitive for such an early hour.
"You will see shortly." And with that she hustled me out of her room.
The following day needless to say I awoke at a late hour. The yacht seemed to appear unnaturally silent. I went on deck and watched a grey fog enshroud the boat. The sea whispered a dirge and my Adam's apple juggled in my throat.
I was thinking of our destination. It had to be somewhere. Would we arrive in three days or three months? It was hopeless to extract anything from the reluctant Nora. The woman was all secret. As for the others I really didn't think they would know.
I was invaded by a momentary fright. Was this trip going to be my last? Everything was so strange. My life took on a new dimension. For the very first time in my life I became reflective and thoughtful.
I tried to analyze the capers of the night before. I had discovered love or, at least, an element of it. Not only with a woman, an outstanding one at that, but also a man. And that man was her husband of all things. Then I asked myself a flood of questions and the answers I gave confused me more than ever.
When I gazed over the starboard, I noticed the wind acting up and instinctively felt that a storm was approaching. Down deep I had a sensation of acute nausea and I stumbled to the railing to throw up.
Once relieved, I headed down to my cabin. When I got there I was astonished to see that I had a visitor. My guest was pretty and young. It was none other than the ravishing Hilda. She appeared to be sulking and I was determined to find out what was wrong.
"What's wrong Hilda?" I tried with a great deal of tenderness.
She made a wry face and walked toward the port hole.
"You can tell me. I'm your friend." I crept up to her golden hair and laid my hand on her shoulder but she shrugged it off.
"Well what did you come for?" It was good to get it straightened out.
Hilda bit her lip and she seemed to have some tears in her eyes. Evidently there was something wrong and it would be best to get to the bottom of it there and then.
"Has it anything to do with last night?" I sensed the grievance and she buried her face in her two small hands.
She whimpered and said with some blurted sobs,
"It's Nora. She doesn't love me anymore. She prefers a loathsome male over me. I can't stand it anymore."
I really didn't see what was so wrong with a woman preferring a male. And Jack Dill was a fine specimen. Ah women, I would never understand them.
"I've been betrayed and I need your help." She turned quickly and her deep blue eyes opened wide and fixed themselves on my lips.
"I'll help if there is anything I could do." Once again I was placing myself in the role of a hero. I had a weakness for this little damsel.
"If you help me I'll do anything you ask," she begged me with her eyes.
"What can we do?" I questioned.
"We have to get rid of Jack Dill," she said vigorously.
I looked into her strange eyes and captured the meaning. I was to plot a crime with her. And yet there was nothing to all of it. A slip of kid who was jealous because her governess loved a handsome sailor.
"What do you mean by 'get rid of Jack Dill?'" I knew but I wanted to make sure.
"We are going to tie him up and throw him overboard." She was so intense with her words that I really believe she meant it. Her heart-shaped face was alive with maliciousness.
I was at loss for words and completely bewildered by the little temptress. It was more than true that I was slowly falling in love with her. I felt my heart pounding out love messages.
"We'll have to think of a plan. You know? A way in which we can lure him into the trap." I played the game trying to convince her that she had a willing accomplice.
I did not want to harm Jack Dill even if I could. What I desired was the milk-coloured flesh of winsome Hilda. Even if I had to lie, which would be the first time in my life, I would do so to obtain this delicious morsel of a waif.
"Oh, Peter, I love you for that." She placed her soft white hand against my cheek.
I looked longingly into the deep profound pools that stared back at me.
I bent forward to kiss the young girl, but she pushed me away and said.
"Not now, later," she turned her back on me. "After it's all finished."
"In that case I won't go through with it." I knew that I could not have confidence in this young sorceress.
She spun around and glared angrily at me.
"You don't trust me? Alright, I'll prove it to you. You can have me right now. It will be the first time that I have given myself willingly to a man."
She did not at all look as though she were going to enjoy it. Hilda did not hesitate in stripping herself.
"Turn around. I don't want you to see me. I'll climb into bed and then you can come and hump me."
That was fair enough. I did as she bade and waited patiently for the moment when I could join her.
"I'm ready now," she echoed.
It did not take me long to undress myself. My pants flew in one direction and my socks in another. Finally, I was going to really screw the young girl I loved.
I slid under the covers and felt her warm presence close to my throbbing heated body. Only our heads remained outside of the covers.
If you had seen us then, you would have thought we were two innocents who did not know the first thing about the art of fucking. You would have smiled gingerly and insisted that the two cherubs were just too young to know and that all they could or would do was wrestle and squeeze each other under the covers.
What we had both gone through quite recently and what Hilda knew too well stripped us of all innocence. Just looking at her young face with its lack of wrinkles and torment trapped me into believing that I would at long last realize my ambition. And that was to seduce Hilda and bring her out of the sordid control of the monstrous Nora Rugt.
"Come closer, my darling," I cooed.
She complied. Our lips met and we kissed for better or worse. I injected my tongue in her luscious cool mouth and felt the freshness of her youth.
Suddenly her small teeth clamped down on my adventurous tongue and I let out a muffled howl. She would not let go. I was forced to pinch her nipples. And every time I would squeeze harder she would bite deeper into my tongue.
I must have suffered terribly because I remember punching her in the belly. This did not make her give up her possession but just forced her to fight back. This time she dug her fingernails into my flanks.
We tugged at each other furiously. My pain turned to passion and I felt a certain power well up within me. I brought her tender warm body close to me and grasped her two cheeks (the ones that form the ass) and forced them apart.
This little gesture without any real meaning seemed to make her yield for the moment and she released my tongue. But she did not withdraw her temperament of a young lynx. She took a healthy bite out of my shoulders.
This time I did not whimper and that was probably due to my sudden burst of anger. I jammed my forefinger up her ass-hole as I had done before. (I was conscious of what I wanted and how I was going about getting to it.)
One of Hilda's legs climbed up along my hip and she tried to embrace me in a scissor grip. This left the tiny battler open. My rod which was in perfect shape nipped at her young snatch. With one fell swoop I entered that tight hole of hers, all the while holding a brutal finger up her fanny.
Her cunt and all that it contained was a perfect fit for me. Maybe it had been enlarged by our proposed future victim, but if this were so I was all the more grateful to him.
The pretty little fraulein fought for her life and beat upon my chest. It sounded like a drum until I smothered her blows by bringing her body next to my own.
Her entire action was suspended and she was forced to acknowledge that she had been defeated. But her little feminine brain was still working and scheming and I was wondering what she would do next.
For a few minutes we simply lay there locked or rather it was Hilda who was locked in my grip.
I began to move rhythmically in an effort to excite the inert girl. I could not tell whether this had any effort on her, but speaking for myself I felt an unequalled pleasure stream through my lower abdominal region.
Then she returned my movement and soon we were grinding away like two veteran humpers.
She arched and gave me more room to penetrate her humid crotch. Her mouth sought mine. I was a little skeptical at first but I decided to take a chance on this new behavior. This time she gave me her mouth like a delicious plum and I licked out the juice of my youth-lover.
I crept on top her and gently rolled in and out. Even the movement of the yacht helped us to improvise our love. I sucked on one breast and then glided to the neck, I laid a loving kiss and tongue rolled up to her mouth and once again I was drinking in her fervency.
Up and down I went. All the way in and all the way out. I felt glorious astride my little heroine. She remained limp with her eyes closed and mouth half-opened. To every wiggle I made she returned it with her own version. She would improve upon my movement and excite me all the more. I was enthralled by this creature and her submission which came about unexpectedly. With true love I kissed her golden locks and pushed every inch of my cock into her tight, wet pussy.
What bliss. Soon I would discharge my love juice into the melted beauty and her eyes would softly open and she would see how much I was in love with her.
This vision enraptured me as I fucked away, climbing higher toward the climax.
And then I felt my back tighten and all my muscles flex. I was going to come. Spurt by spurt, I emptied my balls into the cunny of the shimmering golden Hilda. I sang a hymn of 'ah's' as my body shivered under the tremendous effort of joyful release.
Suddenly Hilda opened her eyes. But not as I had expected her to. She loathed me and there was a defiance in her look that dethroned me from my rapid pleasure. Then, gritting her teeth, she began to slap me. She flailed out with her right hand and then her left and they both caught me on the cheeks. She continued without a let-up.
I was too perplexed to react. I was shaken from one pole to another in the space of a few seconds. From a grand pleasure to a loathsome punishment, which was entirely unwarranted.
She went too far, that little one. I got angry and slapped her back with a great deal of force. We soon exchanged blow for blow. She wouldn't quit and my slaps became more vigorous and much harder.
Hilda winced under my swats and I knew I was getting the better of this silly battle. Then she sat up and picked up a pillow and let it fly at my head. I counterattacked with my own pillow.
After awhile, feathers were scattered in the air. We were bathing in a heap of pillow feathers and puffing away as though we had run for miles.
Hilda was not satisfied with this end so she reached out and grabbed my prick which was half-hard and dangling by my thigh. She gave it a squeeze that made me dizzy. I slapped her and warned her to let go. But she just held on and gave it another violent squeeze.
In spite of myself, I grabbed one of her tits and twisted it. This only caused her to become more enraged. Hilda slapped my nuts with her other hand. For a good long second I thought I would pass out.
It is rare for me to attain a high pitch of anger, but for the first time, I became really mad.
With both hands I twisted her titty with vehemence and this caused a shriek which was followed by a sudden burst of hysterical laughter.
She continued to tease and force me into an awkward position of administrating a sound beating.
She howled and bawled and all the time she trembled in such a way that I was beginning to believe she was enjoying the punishment.
I stepped back and watched this baffling girl who had gathered my love and who was forcing me to act against my better judgment.
Hilda was reeling in pain and pleasure. Her mouth was puffed up and her breasts were reddened by my brutal treatment.
She was heaving up some spittle and she seemed a sorrowful sight.
"Hilda please go get some sleep. You'll feel better in the morning," I tried to be reasonable with her.
"I hate you." She did not even bother to look up as she said these biting, cruel words.
"I know. And I only tried to love you. I don't understand." I tried to be friendly.
"You can't understand. You're too dumb," she was merciless in her judgment.
I bit my lip and tried to keep calm. There was no use in renewing our battle.
"I suppose you don't want to help me eliminate Jack Dill!" She knew that the deal was off.
"I think it is foolish. We would both be caught sooner or later."
"You're a coward like I always thought. I don't need you. Nora will learn to love me forever and forever." She started to cry like an infant.
I truly felt sorry for the girl and I even made a jest to try comfort her, but she would have none of it. She flitted toward the cabin door.
"I don't ever want to speak to you again," and with these solemn words she left me knee high in lust. The door slammed and I was left alone with some puzzling thoughts.
My first concern was the loss of my love. Hilda was either mad or not too bright. I might be able to have a few adventures with Mag Dill or Rosalind Roach but where would these lead to? More than anything I hoped to eventually to seduce the queen of them all - Nora Rugt.
I was tired and dejected by the time I put everything in order. I wasn't able to sleep and kept tossing and turning. What a strange adventure I was having! I couldn't have picked a more bewildering group of people.
Where was this all going to lead to and when would I get home? For the first time I was getting homesick, but the thought of the seductive body inhabited by the most perplexing of the lot, Nora Rugt, lulled me to a feverish sleep.
Chapter Eight ...
I was abruptly awakened by a sharp cry that came from above deck. It was the raucous voice of Jack Dill that sent me stumbling from my bed.
"Land ahoy," he shouted several times.
I did not know whether this was a practical joke or whether I was in for some excitement.
Perhaps I have failed to tell you about my daily chores. I didn't want to bore you with them. The work was hard and I was responsible for all the duties that a cabin boy must perform.
The first to arise in the morning, that was me. I made breakfast and cleaned off the table. With the help of Mag Dill I prepared lunch and dinner. All the ship's brass and woodwork was polished and scrubbed by yours truly. Countless other tasks were part of my daily routine. I never complained. I took to the sea like a dolphin.
Was it really possible that we were within sight of land? I had no idea what direction we had taken or what our destination was to be. I hustled to put on my trousers and scamper up to the top deck.
I was there in less than five minutes. And it was true. We were approaching an island. It stood out placid and green with vegetation. To my left was the stalwart stevedore and I decided to pump him with questions.
"Where are we Jack? What island is that? Are we going to land there?" One after the other I demanded an answer.
"I don't know kid. Your guess is as good as mine." He handed me his binoculars.
I saw palm trees along the sandy beach and everything seemed to be swallowed up by an abundance of plants of varied species.
I looked from one corner of the island to the other. It was all the same except for one thing. I thought I noticed a head pop out from the brush. Was my imagination playing tricks on me? I rubbed my eyes and looked again. No, it wasn't my imagination the head was there. The fierce head of an aborigine.
"Look Jack, look over in that direction. You'll see someone." I gave him the binoculars.
He looked around right at the spot I indicated.
"I don't see anything kid. You must be dreaming."
I grabbed the binocs right out of his hands without asking for permission. When I focused on the same area, there was nothing. I thought it would be best to concede and admit that I was wrong.
"It must have been a bird or something," I lied and he laughed teasingly.
He yawned and said he was going to go below. I asked him for the use of the binoculars and he was gracious enough to give them to me. Once again I searched the island, but again I found nothing.
I felt a presence near me and when I turned around I saw the statuesque Nora gazing upon the isle with an expression that I'll never forget.
"That island is Frigolia and we are going to tie up there for some time." She said mysteriously and yet exquisitely.
"Peter, on that island is the only man in the world who can please me. He is the mighty chief of the Frigolians and his name is Schlanga." Her eyes ablaze in anticipation.
"I thought I saw a native on the island with his head all painted in many colors."
"It's quite possible for the Frigolian's paint their cheeks with a special dye." She explained to me.
I was glad to hear that I wasn't wrong.
"Go awake everyone and tell them we are about to disembark. Tell them to prepare their rough clothing." She ordered me with enthusiasm.
I went below and knocked on the door of the Roaches. There was no answer. I decided that it was important that they know that we plan on going ashore. I opened the door discreetly and peek in on an indecent scene.
Rosalind was sucking Melvin's extended prick and at the same time she was masturbating herself with a candle. I didn't have the nerve to disturb them so I went in search of the Dills.
I knocked for a good minute on their cabin door but no one answered. I took another chance and opened the door ever so lightly. The surprise I beheld was appalling. Jack Dill was sucking the damp pussy of his tartish wife and she in turn was licking his cock in a most gluttonous manner. I closed the door softly and tiptoed away.
When I got on deck, I prepared some excuses.
"Well, are they ready to come out?" Nora asked me.
"They're washing up," I lied.
"Washing up, my eye. They're all screwing. I know their morning caprices alright." And it seemed as though Nora did.
She never stopped looking through the binoculars as we drew near the island.
"Soon they will really be able to engage in some red-hot antics when they meet the Frigolian's. Those people make love in the most peculiar way twenty to twenty-hours of the day. They even eat while making love. If you don't believe me, you'll see soon enough."
I can't really say how I imagined it would be to make love or just simply have intercourse or whatever they might do for twenty hours. I simply told Nora that it was interesting and asked how they managed to do so.
"They eat some particular herb that is found on the island and it works as an aphrodisiac. It drives them into a passionate ecstasy. Even the monkeys have to hide when a Frigolian warrior comes through the brush." Nora related this strange tale to me.
"Once a Frigolian died while making love. After extracting him from the woman's vaginal hole, his penis remained hard and rigid for seven days before it went soft. A story goes around that several of the women made love with him while he was dead and one even insists that she had a baby with him while he was dead." She told this story as though she believed it were possible.
On the horizon I could see a fleet of barks that were coming toward our yacht. Obviously it was the Frigolian's who were preparing to welcome us.
"They will probably take us in their boats. The Frigolian's are strange people and one must be careful not to insult them. It would not be inconceivable for them to turn head-hunter for they have done just about everything else. So be careful Peter and behave like a gentleman." She warned me and offered me sound advice.
I did not like what I had heard. It isn't that I'm a coward, but I don't like to be with super-sensitive people. And it appeared from what Nora said that these natives might not be able to take a joke.
The flimsy boats hovered around the yacht and Nora waved to these odd savages of love. As for myself, I decided to go below and stir the others. This time I hoped that I would have more success.
On the way down to the sleeping quarters I met Hilda who was rushing up on deck. I wanted to tell her about what was happening but she snubbed me in the most impertinent way.
The others were preparing themselves to meet the Frigolian's and Rosalind was putting on her best perfume and exclaiming how exciting it all was.
Mag put on a special shade of lipstick when I mentioned the story of twenty hours of love.
Soon we were all on deck looking down at the curious men in their hollow shell boats.
They stared up at us with their big eyes that reeked of passion. Their bodies were muscular and bronzed. But the most notorious item that met our perplexed eyes was the size of their dicks which stood up like so many masts.
"It isn't true," laughed Rosalind. "Why Mag you should have a lot of fun."
Mag looked down and wet her lips.
"Don't worry I plan on having a good time. Just take a look at that one over there. It must be over a foot long." She pointed to one of the natives.
A native who seemed to be more decorated than the others came on board and began jabbering in an incomprehensible language. For a moment I thought we were lost, but Nora, good old Nora, was able to chat with the powerful savage.
"He says that Schlanga is awaiting us. He also wants to warn us that neither we nor the natives can have any sexual relations before he inspects everyone of us. It is a ritual and something sacred. We musn't abuse this rite." Nora looked at each one of us to see that we understood.
One by one we left the yacht and climbed into the tiny barks. Since we were not too many we were all privileged to get a bark to ourselves. I was not sure whether I liked this idea or not.
Shortly after, the fleet headed for the island and we left the yacht anchored in the harbor. Strong arms paddled us toward the sparkling isle.
I turned to look at my boat companions. They all seemed to have big hungry eyes. There was only one was to describe them. They seemed love starved.
Their lips seemed moist and their nostrils dilated without stopping. There was an undulation in their movement that cannot be justly described.
Little by little we gained the mainland. The sea was a dappled blue and the sand clean and white. Beyond the sand I could make out some huts that were hidden behind the brush.
I was helped out of the light vessel by two strong arms. In a few minutes I was with the others who had arrived somewhat later.
Stupefied, we all made a safari toward the village. The only one among us who was really bubbling was Mag. I could just see that her hand was itching to grab one of those sturdy penises. It is queer that a woman with a husband like Jack Dill would yearn another man.
Hilda was dragging her tail like a sick puppy dog. It was too evident that the sex of a male held no interest for her. Rosalind was a bit offended by the austerity of the natives, but her husband Melvin was staring hungrily at the huge sausages that were on display before his button-hole eyes.
After a good hike we reached the village and we were told to rest before we could be received by the great Schlanga. We all huddled together and naturally it was the women who started their tongues wagging.
"Did you get a look at those joy rods?" Mag dug her shoulder into the mid-section of her well-built stevedore husband.
"Tone down, Mag, you'll get us all chewed up alive," Jack cautioned his gay wife.
A superior of the chiefs came out to tell us that his majesty would like to see us. But first we had to put on the proper clothing, accompanied by a paint job to be performed at the witch doctor's hut.
We all complied. Simply because we did not have any other choice. Scantily clad, we sauntered over to the witch doctor's quarters. He was covered with bites, tattoos and paint.
He welcomed us in and had a bad habit of tapping the rear-end of the ladies as though he were testing the quantity and quality of the meat stored up.
The witch doctor's name was Fartug or something resembling that sound. He performed his job meticulously and the men were made-up before the women. It seems that the men are given special rank on the island and that women are generally treated as inferiors.
The substance used as paint had a strange odor which made me think of vegetables ground up and highly seasoned. I licked the paint on my arm and found it to have almost the same taste as that of a carrot. My chest had a greenish color which tasted not unlike spinach.
We four men, Dill, Paul, Melvin Roach and myself left the bamboo hut while the women were prepared for the afternoon get together.
I decided to stay behind and take a peek through the window. I was curious to know whether Fartug would apply his royal paints on the females as he did on the males. I had a suspicion that something extra would be used.
The first to undergo treatment was Rosalind. Fartug made a short study of her and then applied some coloring to his tongue which he ran over Rosalind's bare breasts using his oral instrument as a paint brush.
With us men, he applied the paint with his hand or with a paint brush. It seemed as though the women were made for something else. Later I found that mouthing the women in a certain way can only be accomplished in the presence of the priest Schlanga. Naturally, the witch doctor was not under constant surveillance. He could do what he pleased.
Fartug almost licked every corner of Rosalind's superb body. She was breathing heavily especially after his tongue had encircled her sex giving it an orange tinge. Her certainly was a master at his job.
All the while he was performing, his enormous sex was at full strength. At one moment he snapped his fingers and young girl came in with a huge feather and at his command began rubbing the feather ever so lightly over his stiff brown shaft.
Rosalind was asked to sit down on his lap while he painted her back. Needless to say she was forced to insert the gigantic rod in her rump and on doing that she had a surprised look. I had never seen that expression on Rosalind's strong sensual face.
I had the feeling that Rosa was moving around a little too much and I was afraid that Fartug would not like it. But soon the process of painting the back was terminated and Rosalind Roach was forced to give her place to another.
It was Mag's turn and she was already humped over the sturdy cock of the witch doctor. Fartug glared at her and in some vociferous language probably admonished her audacity. Nora had to pull the girl away and ask her to act normally.
Mag succumbed to the tongue licking and she was panting like a dog in heat. She must have come several times for her eyes grew red and she appeared to have light convulsions every time Fartug rolled his tongue around a vital sensual part of the body.
Then came the feather which leisurely touched the tip of Fartug's prick. Mag was asked of to straddle the doctor's legs and she did not hesitate for an instant. While the high administrator tried to decorate Mag's back the girl lost her head and jiggled around like an uncontrolled puppet. She was entirely besides herself. Puffing away like a locomotive, she was up and down on Fartug's prick like a bitch who had not screwed for years.
I could not see the conclusion, because Paul whistled for me to come. It would be fatal to disobey the great Schlanga. Besides, I wanted to see this noble chief. And so I left the girls to their own individual treatment.
I was wondering all the time how Hilda would take it. She must have managed alright, for when I saw her she was ornamented even more than the others.
The supreme ruler of the Frigolian's was sitting out on his balcony. He was dressed in a bright colored frock and was the only one to wear a garment. His eyes shone like two bright diamonds and his bearing was lordly and straight.
Nora showed us how to bow to the great chieftain and we all followed suit. Schlanga spoke to Nora in their confusing language which seemed like grunts and groans. She answered him with her own version of the language and at least it was understood.
Mrs. Rugt came back to us and told us what the head man had to say.
"The paints that are on us are vegetable flavorings. (I wasn't wrong after all). We are going to eat off the skin of the natives and they are going to eat off ours. He warned us that if one of his men becomes particularly passionate and takes a bit out of us in search of meat, the man or woman will be completely destroyed."
We were all horrified and we did not try to hide what we felt. Many of us jabbered that this was impossible and that we could only live in the manner that human beings were accustomed to live.
Nora toned us down with some sound advice.
"We are at their beck and call, don't forget. I have already mentioned that they are extremely sensitive and are liable to take things in a bad light. If this should happen every one of us will be roasted alive. So keep your heads and wits about you."
Once again, we had no choice. We offered our exteriors like one present delicious plates of which the platter should be licked clean.
We chose partners. I was introduced to a full-bosomed woman with big hungry lips. She was especially given over to me, because she had a great area from which to eat. Since our appetites were probably sharp we were permitted to indulge with the greater and more sumptuous plates.
It was true that I was hungry. Maybe it was from the hike to the village, the excitement or perhaps from fear, I really did not know. Although I was starved I had no intention of eating or licking away in this vulgar unearthly fashion.
Stevedore Jack Dill was busy licking the cherry juice from an Amazon-type woman and apparently enjoying it. I was relieved to see that Melvin Roach refused to go through the ordeal. Mag was already sucking away at a great slab of meat and it was evident she was hungry in more ways than one.
I was surprised to see Paul, whom I looked upon as a friend and guide, indulge in the feast. He was drinking in a teat and I imagine that the poor fellow must have been starved.
Nora was being ravished or rather eaten up by the high priest, Schlanga who was making some succulent noises. She in turn was nibbling on his ear.
I decided that I would indulge. I lowered my mouth to the damsel's belly button where I tasted the fine nectar of apricots. It wasn't at all disagreeable. I continued around her mid-section and found that I was munching on a tasty fruit salad. Sucking on her teats gave a little milk with a pink flavor. The mere delight of eating in such an odd way caused me to grow sexually excited.
When my dick shot out and rubbed the lower abdomen of the young buxom native girl, she returned her hunger by chewing on my ears and neck. Exactly what nourishment she found there, I could not say.
Everyone was lapping their delicacies and apparently enjoying it. The great noise of munching and licking reached a great pitch and it certainly proved that the food preparations and the company was a total success.
In all this I was trying to locate our little prize Miss, Hilda. She could not be seen. I became worried. Although we had many spats and words together, I still had a fondness for her.
Near the fire, I noticed a flock of natives surrounding what seemed to be a fountain. I had already remarked that the meal was excellent but there was not enough to drink. This area must have been reserved for liquids and once I became thirsty, I excused myself and wandered over to the area occupied by many Frigolian's.
When I got there and brushed by several natives, I was completely stupefied at what I saw.
There was young Hilda spread out like a bear rug, stretched out between two poles with her ankles and wrists tied. Her head was practically touching the ground and she looked like she was standing on her head. Her legs were spread far apart and she was braced in that flying squirrel position by the two bamboo poles.
Horror of horrors, the thirty natives were drinking from her cunt. Hot wine was prepared over the fire and Hilda was serving as a punch bowl.
Since her pussy was not too large, the natives would merely take a little sip.
Oh! but why mention all this, I am too sick to think about it. All I remember was kneeling on the ground tilting my head in order to ask Hilda if she was alright.
"Go away, you fool. Can't you see that for the first time I'm enjoying myself." She squealed with delight.
Sick at heart, I tottered back to my delicious partner.
Chapter Nine ...
That night the most lavish orgy anyone would imagine took place on the forlorn island. The aphrodisiac that was used in the special mixture of vegetative paints went to our heads and we were all drunk with fantastic sex urges.
I am particularly thinking of Melvin Roach who was busy with four grand cocks at a time. He had one permanently stuck in his rear-end, one from his own personal choosing and he was sucking on another like a lolly-pop while clutching two more in his thin bony hands. Melvin Roach was demonstrating what he was like and I must say that I was disgusted.
Hilda kept biting the ankles of the passing natives which irritated them and many kicked her in her lovely face. I could not bear to watch this and once more turned away repulsed by my love's wicked antics.
Mag was taking turns with several natives. She was trying every position available. It is quite possible that she passed through more than the usual thirty-six positions normally known in sex books on this matter.
Paul found himself a powerful woman and he was smothered between her two large tits. His prick was buried deep in her burning womb and he was fidgeting away with his best action. Paul's aristocratic bearing made him resemble a smooth running little Jaguar with its mighty pistons churning away.
Rosalind was pestering a native woman, trying to seduce her by jabbing her finger up her ass-hole. All the time she had an enormous pecker shoved up her butt and a faithful servant was administrating a well-turned movement which was pleasing the perspiring Mrs. Roach.
One thing that particularly surprised me was the behavior of Jack Dill. Mr. Dill was not having proper intercourse with one of the lovely natives, instead he was gouging out the rear-end of one of the native boys. His huge hands were clawing at the boy's shoulders and Dill was riding in the same way he had mounted the sensuous ass of Hilda.
Jack Dill was performing so well that the movement of his ass had excited a native who injected a long tongue square in the middle of the two muscular rump half's of the screwing stevedore.
I was having my problem with three native women who where screwing the life out of me. While I was inserted in one of them, another was sucking my balls as though they were sweet chestnuts. That wasn't all. A third had her face and tongue embedded in my behind and this must have been her favorite dessert because she was cleaning me out with great care.
Ejaculations were frequent and the night was filled with groans and tremulous voices emitting their cries of voluptuousness. Once in awhile a jet of white liquid would shoot into the air and it was usually followed by a happy scream. Every one sought out a variety of partners and there must have been an amazing choice of varied positions.
If anyone had wanted to take lessons in pure sexual acts in the raw, this was certainly the opportunity to do so. I took mental images of the fabulous evening. I was still young but I had learned more that night than I had ever learned during my brief previous period of sexual education.
There must have been hundreds of writhing bodies participating in that share-and-share-alike party. The stench was terrific. A combination of food, sweat, come and farts perfumed the warm night air.
After some five or six hours of continual orgy, I became exhausted to the point of dropping into a sound sleep.
When I awoke, my eyes focused upon the strange love scene enacted by Nora Rugt and the Frigolian chief. Schlanga was slapping the face of Nora with his heavy sex, which was like a club. And Nora was masturbating herself with Schlanga's left foot. One of the chief's free hands were stimulating one of Mrs. Rugt's pear-shaped breasts. The temptress of our yacht had her two hands well occupied. One was buried in the ass-hole of the emperor while the other was covering his face with the fingers stuck in his nostrils. Every few minutes Nora would change the place of her fingers. The hand that was fingering the rear would come up to his nostrils and the hand that was covering the face and nose would go down to the bottom.
For the fifty-fifth time during that long macabre evening I was disgusted. I took out my vindictiveness by screwing the nearest native woman. She gave herself to me quite willingly and we harmonized for a good thirty minutes.
Mag must have spotted Schlanga and Nora because she rushed to the balcony and threw her head at the feet of the chieftain. The chief was taken aback by the sudden aggression of the passionate female.
Schlanga was not blind to the fine curves of the stevedore's wife and he permitted her to lick his feet and slowly ascend to his thighs. He even buried one of his hands in her hair to show that he approved of her audacity.
Of course, Nora was not at all pleased. She had never liked Mag Dill. And she was not going to have this vulgar girl spoil her evening. Especially the evening she had planned for over a period of months.
Nora gave Mag a good swift kick in the belly. Terrible pain was felt by the bewildered Mag. It hurt so much that she clenched her teeth into the thigh of his royal highness. Schlanga was not pleased. Perhaps he liked some pain, but not this sort in any case.
Mag got back at Nora by pinching her ass. She also landed a well-placed punch on the back of Nora's neck. The high priest became totally bewildered at this type of comedy and he ordered the two mistresses of his to stop their needless agitation.
Both of them tried to forget about each other, but it wasn't long before they were both torturing one another in the most violent way.
While Meg had her gorgeous mouth encircled on the stiff cock of the mighty chief, Nora pulled her hair which caused Mag to tighten her mouth and sink her teeth into the emperor's great sausage. He howled to the point where everyone noticed.
At once, the grand orgy stopped. All the participants fixed in their particular poses lent their ears and their eyes to the tortured majesty.
Schlanga was writhing in pain. The poor king was doubled up and his hands cupped his crippled dong. The first to arrive on the scene was witch doctor Fartug who was the king's private medical authority.
After inspecting the lame cock, Fartug shook his head sadly indicating that it was quite serious. He asked for some bandages and hot water.
All the natives piped up and they began to chatter like monkeys. Their eyes kindled with hate and they began shouting. Suddenly, a great tide of natives pushed me into a corner and bound me tightly with heavy cords.
It seemed as though we were all going to suffer for Nora's stupidity. Mr. and Mrs. Roach, Jack Dill and Mag, Hilda, Paul and myself were tied to stalks of bamboo.
My imagination ran wild. What were they going to do? They might castrate the males and stick poisonous pineapples up the cracks of the ladies. I had read about this in books. A cold sweat poured out over my brow. I was too young to die and particularly in such strange circumstances.
The savages circled around us and lit great fires. The worst part of all was that I could not guess what tortures they had in store for us.
Suddenly, Schlanga rose to his feet weakly and pointed to Paul. The unfortunate husband of the troublesome Nora was dragged in front of the lame chief. Schlanga spoke to him in a poor broken, but understandable English.
"You die ... Wife die ... But ... Schlanga have heart. He let you die making love."
Schlanga indicated that the two should get close to each other and have their final love act together.
"The others die too ... making love. I have heart, a little." He commanded his warriors and they obeyed without any hesitation.
Husband and wife were told they could die making love with each other after drinking an aphrodisiac poison that would put them in a state of supreme ecstasy.
We were all teamed up and awaiting our fate. I was put with Hilda, who screamed and hollered hysterically. Nora shouted to her and ordered her to keep quiet. But Hilda was no longer under the command of the defenseless Nora and she continued to bawl.
The emperor took pity on the waif and came up to her putting his hand under her chin. He looked into her sobbing eyes and said.
"You ... too young ...for die. You go free."
Then he looked around and his eyes fell on me.
"You young too ... I give you chance." He clapped his hands and two servants came running up to him. Schlanga uttered something in his native dialect and the two native servants scampered off.
"We give you boat ... And we tell you what direction you go ..." He laid his hand on my shoulder.
Before we knew it we were carried down to the sandy beach and placed into a small bark which the natives used to bring us ashore.
Hilda was still sobbing hysterically. As for me I did not ask questions. A few of the savages waded up to their waists and gave us one last shove.
We were headed in a westerly direction with a sack of provisions and very little sea know-how.
I watched the natives disappear and in the little bark I turned to comfort my young friend.
For the first time she gave in and allowed me to caress her.
Chapter Ten ...
Today is Thursday, one of those grey sober days which sweep through you. I've taken the time to tell you this horrible tale in an effort to clear my mind. I've told the story to many, but no one wants to believe it.
As you can see, I haven't written it as a confession simply because I don't believe that type of nonsense will do any good. I have related all because I had to and nothing more.
Since that time, I have been busy working as a salesman. I have never pretended to be a writer and that is why I have sketched my story only hazily but careful to put all the details down.
What has happened to Nora Rugt, Stevedore Jack Dill? I can't say. I can only guess and even at that my imagination frightens me.
The only member of that fateful party that embarked in the Rugt yacht that I know of is Hilda. In fact I see her every day. She is my wife.
Hilda is very strange. The adventure which we shared together will remain with us the rest of our life. Almost every night she awakes pale and trembling. I am forced to comfort her and even that will not quiet her.
My poor wife insists on being slapped and treated severely. And until the other night I found that this was the only way to contend with her.
Why I am saying the other night, is because an odd thing happened. It helped me understand my wife.
The usual tantrum began. She cried without letting up. This time it seemed longer than usual. I was forced to use the usual tactics.
As I raised my hand to hit her, she grabbed my arm looked deep into my eyes.
"You look as though it made you sad to hit me." She said this without taking her eyes off me.
"It hurts me more than anything else to punish you in this manner," I was frank.
"Peter, do you mean you have no desire to hurt me. You don't want to see me suffer?"
"No darling. How could I?"
"That is so strange: I thought everyone wanted to punish everyone else. Isn't that what the world is made up of?" She was like a child.
"No, my dear Hilda. It isn't that way all the time." I had the impression that I was telling her something new.
"You mean that when a man sticks his prick in a woman's private parts it isn't in order to hurt her?"
"Why no, not at all. Where did you ever get that idea?" I was bewildered by her thinking.
She looked away completely perplexed.
"It was Nora who put that notion in your head, wasn't it?" I wanted to know.
"Yes. She told me that a man was just an animal and that he used his sex like a dagger. She said that only a woman would be trusted and that she would take care of me. And she added that if she were to beat me it was only for my own good." She told me this with eyes that were as large as a new born child.
"Oh, my poor innocent darling," I took her in my arms.
For several minutes I cradled her in my arms and rocked her into a light sleep.
I was mad at Nora. Perhaps I was angry at a dead woman. I didn't know. All that I knew was that if Nora had kept this child she would have destroyed her. I thought of all the sick, vicious people that exist in the world.
After five or ten minutes Hilda opened her eyes and gently put her fingers to the corners of my mouth.
"You have wanted to love me so badly, haven't you?" Her question was to be answered.
"I have loved you from the first moment I laid my eyes on you."
"Please make love to me. I promise that I will behave and be very cooperative."
To think after a year of hectic living with this disturbed young girl I was finally going to have her normally. It didn't seem possible. There were times when I thought that I would have to put her into an institution. Now all this was behind us and we were ready to start a new life together. I'm not sure but I think tears came to my eyes.
Our mouths came together and the saliva of our newfound joy mingled with our tears. Our tongues glided along the surface of our mouth walls. Hilda's impetuous tongue explored the deep cavern of my oral region. She was hungry to taste my goodness.
We lay there for a good twenty minutes and not for a minute did our mouths unlock. Every little tingle counted and our delving, pointed tongues fought in furious embrace.
Little by little our passion reached a new high.
Gradually I slipped my arm comfortably around her waist and pressed her young body close to mine.
She gave herself to me as a virgin would. Yes, she was just like a virgin. How could she be condemned for what had happened. She, as well as I was innocent. I certainly had more lewd thoughts than she was capable of manufacturing, but still I was also a picture of naivete.
"My darling, suck my breasts a little," she said. I never believed I would hear these words. I was so delighted that I took special care to please her. Naturally I was pleasing myself.
My lips licked at her nipples and they soon became firm and bloomed like rose buds. I opened my mouth wide and completely sucked one of them in as though it were a peach. The taste was most delicious. Then I moved to the other, always careful to massage the other while one was being practically swallowed in my feverish mouth.
She emitted some dainty moans and for the first time she was reacting as a woman.
What a joy pervaded me. I persisted in my love.
My hand caught her thigh and lightly rode over one and then the other.
"Oh, my love. Your skin is like the satin of an oriental queen." These words may sound clumsy now but I meant them sincerely.
Her legs fell apart and the mere fact of having Hilda in such a seductive pose, inflamed my organs. My penis immediately shot up like a ramrod.
My mouth wondered down her abdomen. I kissed her belly button several times. It was clean and small and was a sweet symbol of my graceful Hildchen.
I crept lower until I came to the great pastures of blond hair. I sucked on the edge of her nest and enjoyed the fragrance of her odor.
"You have the delightful scent of a field of flowers." These words came out as naturally as honey would from a comb.
My tongue penetrated the outer layer of her delicious pussy. I wanted to go about it as gently as I possibly could. As eager as I was to possess her, I was also patient.
I kissed the lips of her cunt and once again I heard her moan ever so slightly. It was like the purr of a kitten.
I tasted the nectar she offered me and rolled it in my mouth and it mixed well with my substance.
"Oh, Peter. You are more loving than Nora. Please continue." Her words inspired me.
I let my tongue slip into the wet crack and with my fingers I opened the snatch in order to creep deeper inside.
What bliss! She tasted so good. I was not shocked by my behavior when I realized what I was doing. All I hoped was that Hilda would gain the maximum of pleasure, for my intentions were the best.
Her hands sought my hair and she massaged my scalp lovingly. I slid up on her body to gaze in her eyes. But they were closed. I kissed her mouth and her lips parted ever so gently.
"Take me my darling," she whispered in my ear.
I needed no more encouragement. My rod, stiff as an iron pipe, shifted to the entrance of her moist opening. I maneuvered in such a way as to tickle her crack with the head of my prick.
She was perfectly delighted. Hilda shifted her weight and slowly wiggled onto my extended staff.
Glory of glories. I was inside her. For the first time since I knew her, I was able to establish the intimacy I had always wanted.
It felt so good and so natural. We fit together like a hand in glove. I dared not budge for fear of losing this supreme moment.
Hilda took the initiative. She swung up and down and then completed her motion with a circular movement. It was amazing how well I followed her.
I let my darling establish the movement and the rhythm for it was all for her and my pleasure was secondary.
We rocked in the cradle of passionate love for a good half hour and then suddenly our bodies became slippery with perspiration.
Our efforts became more difficult. We were striving to release our love juices. Our movement became more feverish and furious. Hilda grabbed me as though she were hanging on for dear life. My own body was flexing and churning to keep from coming.
But we couldn't last forever, even though we would have liked to. With a great spurt, I ejaculated into her warm delightful cunt. I murmured my pleasure and it was soon followed by a shrill whistling cry and I knew that Hilda had faithfully followed me into the land of the pleasure of the senses.
Spurt by spurt and drop by drop, I emptied my love liquid, hot and white, into the pussy of my sweet Hilda.
Slowly our explosion died down. And our breathing which had reached such a trembling note became normal once again.
We lay there locked in each other's arms with an aurora of happiness hanging over our golden heads.
After a light sleep. I was awakened by a lapping sound and I discovered that Hilda was sucking my cock. She was doing it so well that I felt I would explode in her mouth.
Her technique stemmed from love. I was convinced of it. I was so glad. To think that our nights would be filled with mutual pleasure. We would make love and I renew our efforts each night. We had so much to look forward to.
"Hilda you are enchanting me," and what I had to say was entirely true.
She was rolling her tongue around the head of my love organ. I thought I would burst open right there and then.
I tried to push her head away when I felt I was ready to come, but she insisted that I stay calm. And that was impossible. I was in seventh heaven and then all of a sudden, everything turned into a deep purple and a bolt of color seemed to fill the room. I was on the verge of discharging.
Her mouth filled with my liquid, she swallowed and down it went. She did not let a drop of it get away from her. After my orgasm she cleaned me up, with her tongue serving as a cleaning device.
Her mouth came up to mine and we embraced. I knew she wanted to see if I still loved her. To embrace her would be a sign of love and a proof that I wasn't repulsed by what she had just done. To tell the truth I was taken aback and surprised. But finding Hilda so lovable kept me from showing any surprise that I might have felt.
Her soft head lay tenderly on my chest. My hands ran over her white skin. I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead from time to time.
We were lovers now and we were going to stay lovers. Nothing would destroy our love.
We both vowed that our love would never die. Almost every night was spent making love and our pleasures multiplied with each hump.
I worked hard and earned enough money to have a little home, but I was careless and lost the money on the stock market.
As with every couple we had our difficult moments. The sentimental side was going well, but the financial side could have been better.
One day I came home and sadly told Hilda that I no longer had a job. She was not worried and kissed me on the back of my neck. We had a nice warm meal and I went over to my favorite chair.
I was a bit worried about it nevertheless and thought about looking in the want-ads.
So I picked up the newspaper and thumbed through the help wanted section. I glanced down the various columns and suddenly I became petrified. I think I must have turned a ghostly white. For what I saw in the lower corner was an ad that read as follows.
Pleasure Cruise, seeking cabin boy 18-22,
personable, good-looking, strong, capable,
adventurous. Apply with references to Mrs.
Rugt. Pier 14. Telephone WE. O/O 37.
A FARM OF STRANGE FRUIT
Part One ...
The springtime came softly in. I had just arrived at the home of an old friend of mine. Yes, Denise was not only a friend from every point of view but she was an excellent farmer. When I got there everyone was in the fields working. I was preparing my lunch and was just about to dig in when the door opened.
A gorgeous little blond with curly hair, blue eyes and the cutest little chin you ever saw walked into the kitchen. She had a pad under her arm and her hair was tied in a bun. The vivacious lass was wearing red socks and high heeled shoes. The socks were commonly seen on the farm but not the high-heels. The youngster had a delicious rear-end and her tight small breasts pointed straight ahead, looking ambitious and proud.
"Aunty isn't here, is she?" she asked in her childlike voice a bit troubled.
"No, little one; but if you want to come in and wait awhile I won't mind at all."
"Are you sure I won't disturb you?"
"Don't be silly," I looked for a chair that was usually in the corner. She pulled it close to the table.
"Well then, I'm going to do my studying. It's vacation time and I'm going to take advantage and use my time intelligently."
I have never seen a green fruit which I didn't want to sink my teeth into. That's the way I am and nobody is going to change me. I knew too well that her aunty, Denise, who was my good trustworthy friend, would not be back before one.
I had all the time in the world to prepare my heavy artillery. However, I could not risk being imprudent, since dealing with a minor is always a delicate affair.
It so happened that it was morning and I was still in my pajamas which were leisurely opened here and there, but I was completely ignored by the gamin kid in front of me. I employed an old trick to get to see her better. My spoon dropped carelessly and I stooped down to get it which naturally forced my head under the table.
I was a little disappointed. My charming young companion had her legs crossed. Nevertheless I could make out the shape of her thighs and they met my entire approval.
Without touching anything, I was able to judge the quality of the material underneath that ticked in her skirt. I could well imagine how soft the skin was and fragrant too. But I couldn't see anything for she had her legs really locked together. The only thing that I was able to deduce was that her tuft of hair leading to that cherished domain was probably golden and shiny.
All of a sudden I thought that a slip of a kid like her would not really think that this was some sort of ruse and in all probability imagined me to be looking intentionally for the spoon. The only thing that might have tipped her off was the feeling of my warm breath on her bare legs.
During this little escapade under the table my prick unloosened itself from my pajamas. It is useless to tell anyone how large it got. However, I had no intention of masturbating until I came to the surface.
"Did you find what you were looking for?"
"You mean the spoon?"
"Yes."
I was a bit red around the gills.
"What are you studying?" I tried to change the subject.
"Oh, just some geography. It's interesting but I don't like to study all alone. That's why I came to Aunt Denise."
"Well you should come and sit right next to me so that I'll be able to help you. You know, you haven't told me your name yet."
"Janey and yours?"
"Peter."
I was looking her over as she brushed up against me and my lunch no longer interested me. She was slightly rose-colored and she lowered her pretty eyes as she approached me.
I took my left hand and used it to close my pajama flap preventing my cock from jumping out unexpectedly.
She did not suspect anything and sat down close to me.
Her thigh rubbed up against mine and her shoulder nudged at my bicep.
I noticed that her armpit was heavy with blond hair and it was evident that this was a country girl and not a shaven hussy from the city. All at once she told me.
"I ought to study the outlines of these two hemispheres. I really don't understand what I have to do, because I missed the important points. You see, I have to compare the two. It's too bad that you don't have two hemispheres that you carry with you than I would be able to understand through a simple demonstration. If you can help me, I sure would appreciate that. I would even show you how thankful I can be."
I have often felt during my lifetime that women had a special way of describing their hidden desires. I was truly wandering what was going on in the head of the tiny waif. I didn't dare speak. Instead I just sat there like an idiot.
This whipper-snapper who I was desirous of having, was beginning to excite me no end. I was getting a hard-on. She was either subtle in her perversity or just plain fantastically innocent and I wasn't sure which it was. She asked me to make use of her two behind cheeks which would be the best available means of demonstrating what she meant. Whatever that was? To think that she was offering me the object of my desire! It was just too good to be true.
I recuperated and tried to keep my mouth from falling open once again. I attempted to look the matter over sternly, so I took the little wench by her middle and gave her a precautionary lecture.
"You should know Janey that I am much older than you and am prepared to satisfy you in more ways than one. But it would be disheartening for me to hear you complain because of one thing or another due to your two hemispheres. Especially when they are located in a region which you don't want to see me explore. Isn't that right? I am very serious and I don't want to take advantage of your apparent innocence."
"I doubt it. But I'm giving you a free pass. Make use of it. Where would Columbus be if he had hesitated? Why he would never have discovered America."
I was completely stumped, but I was getting all the more hot. My penis was up for action and I felt it looking at the bay of my pajama window.
I began the lesson without a second's thought. My right hand moved along her backbone down to the middle of her ass-cheeks. I was quite aware of the sudden rise in temperature as my hand went underneath the cloth.
Swiftly I squeezed her hard flesh and massaged her behind. My thumb made a half circle and indicated to her a sharp valley which resided in the middle of two mountainous regions. Those areas were supple and firm and slippery. I was finally in the valley of my desires.
"Do you see, Janey, I have a double hemisphere in my hands exactly the same as it is presented here in your geography book? Now I am covering the other half of the hemisphere. This one represents America and the other one is Europe. And down here, well that's part of Asia."
Between two hemispheres there is always an ocean. I had my hand right between the hemispheres slap in the middle of the 'ocean.' And then, of course, there are always the volcano's. But I only found one and that was her ass-hole.
My pupil was not protesting. She was twisting a little and she bit her lip. She showed her excitation, or was it surprise, all over her face. Janey's eyes glowed and rolled up toward the ceiling.
"You're wasting time if you don't penetrate the situation to its fullest extent. If we're going to work at geography we should have something to work with."
She was reprimanding me and I was never so pleased as to hear this delectable morsel bawl me out a wee bit. I lifted up her skirt and my hand pinched her warm buttock. Her skin was like satin. My other hand was active and it moved up toward her two nipples after stopping for a rest on her rounded plain of a belly.
I couldn't hold back any longer and balanced her on my knee. Her eyes were drunken with desire. Two hungry lips met mine and our mouths melted together. I tried to get her legs apart but she pressed her legs together tighter than ever. She whispered in my ear:
"I'm going to open up my pussy, but you'll have to open your pajamas. I want to see your prick and squeeze it in my hand. I love to do it."
I got up and lowered my pajamas and presented my handsome cock with its superb balls.
She kissed the tip and drew me closer to her. What wonderful audacity this precocious child showed.
I wanted to raise up her skirt and take her there. I was tired of waiting.
To my great surprise, she resisted by bringing her thighs close together and pushing her behind well away from her normal sitting place. I became so excited that I tore her dress purely by accident. And she was slightly nude. I saw her belly which was so nicely rounded and white and my eyes were glued on her breasts which were barely covered. I can't describe the condition that this sight put me in. Needless to say my ready rod was at full charge prepared to thrust.
But Janey was on the defensive. She dipped her head forward and took my joy stick in her mouth and inside of ten seconds she was sucking away like an old trouper. Her tongue movements were excellent and I gave myself to the expert little cock-teaser. But what I wanted most of all was that mound she held tightly between her legs. She was too good on the old blow job and she reminded me of a prosty, I got soft and my dick shrunk at rapid speed.
The girl tried to counter attack and it showed that she knew many tricks of the trade, but she couldn't do anything about it for I wanted to devirginize her and if I had to fight for it I would. And that's what happened.
With all my force I dragged her into aunt's bedroom. The bed was undone and Janey was able to make a trace of liquid which was glimmering on the sheets. Two hours before I had ejaculated onto the healthy thighs of aunty Denise.
I thought I detected an expression of jealousy which flashed in the girl's eyes.
"You're not going to have me. You'll just have to content yourself with my aunt this afternoon!" And she added ferociously.
"I saw both of you through the keyhole and it was awful. It made me masturbate."
She looked drunk with passion and her blond hair was wild on her feverish head.
I grabbed her and without a moment's hesitation. I felt her ripe nipples. Suddenly and unexpectedly she calmly said to me.
"Screw me in the ass, will you? I haven't had it there for a long time."
I turned her around and her face was buried in the come I had discharged earlier. She arched her back and her ass-hole was open for penetrating.
I changed my plan and decided to feel around her breasts for awhile. I cupped each tit with the palms of my hands and my fingers pressed on her nipples. Then I stuck my cock between her thighs, but she squeezed me tightly to her and would not let me enter. She did not budge an inch. It was then that I ordered her to spread her legs.
"No." I pinched her teats and once again commanded her to open up.
"You brute. I won't."
"Call me darling."
"No."
My nails dug into her soft flesh. My fervent rod was plunging deeper into her thigh area.
The little tyke was opening up slightly but I still wasn't free enough to do as I wished. I was squeezing her right breast. All at once I felt something soft and warm. She was going to open up and I was surprised to hear her murmur.
"Darling, I don't want to. I have already sworn to myself that hole will be open only for the man I love. My virginity shall be only for the man I love and who will be mine for the rest of his life."
Her head fell onto the bed and my staff advanced by small degree. Was I not the man in question? My anger dropped.
Slowly, ever so slowly, by shakes and starts, I entered the eager head of my dick and then my whole prick in that small aperture.
She was truly a virgin and began to cry with pain. I had to go in and out at least twenty times before I was able to shove it in all the way.
But her complaints and her screeching got me and out of pity I abandoned my desires. I didn't want to make her a young mother or perhaps it was just out of disgust that cut me off suddenly. I just lay there for a few minutes until she recovered her senses.
After a time, I heard her call to me softly.
"Peter. Come here." She was sitting up now.
"You're not nice, but I love you all the same. Since we've rested a bit, we can begin again and this time I'm sure I'll have much more pleasure. Did you have yours?"
"No. I quit when I saw you suffering like that."
"You're awfully sweet. Give me your lips, Peter darling. Promise me that it won't be aunty that you'll choose from now on. Come closer. I want to suck you and that is all I can do today and this way I'll pardon myself for my poor behavior."
Janey accomplished her mission and then carefully prepared her toilet. I didn't get in that day, but I wasn't without hope. My petite blond left the farm about noon.
I spent the rest of the afternoon taking a siesta and reading.
Night came rapidly and naturally I spent my best time in the arms of my friend. I was not too good that night and my performance was less brilliant than usual. My companion was philosophical about my role. A woman who is expert in the matter of love knows how to keep the precious moments that a male will bestow upon her and not make any further demands. She will cherish every loving caress and make good use of it.
I spoke to her of Janey's visit and she didn't seem to be worried about it. She merely mentioned that Janey was wide awake when it came to the question of sex and she rarely missed a nuance that passed between a male and female. I could not contradict Denise in the slightest.
The morning found me in better shape. Denise saw this and took good advantage of my renewed force. Her legs spread to the limit, I dug my penis right into the bottom and we began our love s�ance. She was as hot as a firecracker and her movements were vigorous. She turned to me and asked.
"Haven't you come yet?"
"No."
"All the better. I'm going to come twice again so take your time."
As for me, I didn't care. I had my eyes opened when all of a sudden I saw the blond kid, Janey. She was dressed in a short skirt and was wearing a red ribbon in her blond hair. She was sitting on a bench in the corner of the room with her legs apart and her pussy was bleeding. Janey laughed and told me:
"There you are, my poor Peter. You can't screw with aunty so easily and however, that's all she asks for. There you can see all of it this time. I see you're getting harder all the time. Oh, how happy aunty must be."
I probably must have fallen asleep, because my voice crying, "Janey," woke me up.
"You must have had a nightmare, darling," my aunt was startled as she climbed off me. "Don't you realize that you exploded all your juice in my cunt and now I have to clean out those little demons. To think that you came in me while thinking of someone else. Aren't you ashamed?"
"Why?"
"Because Janey is going to live here by herself for a few days. What will she think if she hears you screaming out her name every morning like that."
What could I say? Was she suspicious of something or was it my imagination?
Part Two ...
The next day Janey came to the farm with her valise and school books.
She told her aunt that school was closed due to the sickness of her teacher.
Denise did not pay much attention to this news.
"You come with me to the fields then," Denise said and I had the impression she was mocking me for she saw that I did not look happy at all. She smiled and retracted her statement.
"Perhaps it would be best if you stayed here and attended to the kitchen and the house cleaning."
"Oh, alright," Janey agreed. "Can Lucy come and keep me company?"
Once again I was the victim of a new deception. It was too evident that Janey did not want to continue with the exploits undergone yesterday. She was taking every precaution in order not to succumb to the terrible temptation of sex. To call in a third person, well this would certainly keep her safe and chaste.
I threw a look in the direction of her aunt Denise. However, I did not notice the least bit of a smile.
"Very well. Lucy can come. Try not to eat all the jam that I have in the pantry. I remember last year."
"Oh, aunty don't be silly. We're grown-up girls now. Lucy is already fifteen."
"OK. Peter will look over you and see that you don't get into anything and he'll even help you with your studies. And I want you to obey him as you do me. Understand?"
"As for you, Peter; don't hesitate to scold them if they misbehave. Just lower their skirts and let loose." She gave me full reign in the matter. How agreeable.
"And if a spanking doesn't help, just take one of those branches in the corner and whip them good."
"Well, if it isn't Lucy. Did you hear what I had to say?"
"Yes. But I'm not afraid. I'm always well behaved." She was quite sure of herself.
This was a kid with dark brown eyes and a very clever look. Her hair was cut short and though her little body was not the best, she was certainly desirable. Lucy was brazen for her age and she did not hesitate to take me in as I examined her in turn.
She had something degenerate about her, but for someone who likes his pleasure, this sort of handicap becomes a great asset. New and pleasant things are thought of by these vicious little darlings in the confines of love.
Denise called me aside and began to speak softly and carefully.
"I have just brought you one of the best tarts in this region. I don't doubt that she learned it all from her father. He must have taken her from the behind at a very early age. Lucy would drink two healthy glasses of rum every night which would put her in an extremely aroused state. There happens to be a bottle of rum in the pantry. Do what you want! You'll be able to study this interesting case and document it for your future examinations. After you have had your fill let her sleep a bit. Either this evening or tomorrow we will call her father and put all in order as though nothing happened."
Denise was thoughtful and knew me very well. I approached my two young friends and decided to carry out Denise's fine advice.
Janey was seated at a table with her legs crossed and she appeared to be absorbed in some book.
Lucy was sitting on the floor and she did not make an effort to get up as I entered the room.
"Are you looking for some jam?" She questioned me.
"I am looking for something. But I don't know what and besides what the hell do you care?"
"I've got an idea. How about a little drink? Let's say a rum." I wasn't coy about it.
"Terrific idea that."
She prepared to receive the warm liquid by undoing her blouse and permitting her two lovely tits to take air.
"You see, I knew what you mean. With me you won't have any trouble. And besides just look at that bulge in your pants."
I looked at her in such a way as to appear astonished and to let her know that she was beckoning me on. It was the wee Lucy that was tempting me with all the old viciousness and smooth tactics of an expert pro.
We drank to each other's health a second time. Janey refused to touch the stuff. Lucy not only downed her second but when she saw that my glass was only half empty she asked if she could have the rest.
"If you're not thirsty, Peter, may I have the finish of it. I'm dying of thirst."
"Go ahead if you like."
When I came back from the cupboard where I replaced the empty bottle, Lucy was on the floor in a very seductive position. Before, she was rather reserved and now she was showing me absolutely everything.
She had her red skirt rolled up to her lower belly. The darling showed me her sex and all the time she had a finger around the lips of her hole lightly jerking off. She pointed to her ass-hole and said to me:
"Take me here. Let me have a gander at that big stick of yours. I'm anxious to see it, you know."
My cock jumped out on its own accord. It was big and swollen and I had never seen it like that before.
"Hey Janey come on over. You don't think just one of us will be enough for that huge monster do you?"
Janey seemed somewhat frightened. I had to kiss her on the mouth to give her some confidence. A quick suck of the tongue put her in a better mood. She dropped to her knees and she wanted to suck me off, but Lucy would have none of that and pushed her away.
"Get away from that you nut. I'll show you how to take care of a man."
She turned herself abruptly and with her elbows on the table and her ass in the air she presented me her rose bud of an ass-hole while saying:
"It's no fun having a gal unless you can stick your prick in her rear right up to your balls."
Well if that's the way it was to be, I wasn't going to back out of it. The impertinence of the country girl stirred me.
I aimed well and touched her bud just as she was beginning to shake in a frenzy. This didn't help matters at all and I had a difficult time entering. And then, I don't know whether it was the alcohol or what, but I went soft and just hung flat in the crevice of her ass.
Janey was laughing her head off.
Lucy was hungry for her pleasure and insisted upon having her share. She got her pleasure about a half-hour later.
I was ready for any emergency and I was equipped with a carrot which I stuck up Lucy's ass-hole. In the meantime Janey tried to bring me to a decent pitch by sucking me off.
I finally grew hard enough for an attack in the rear end. I put Lucy in a good position and had her spread her legs wide apart. Even Janey applied some vaseline so the operation would be more successful. My finger got in easy enough.
After I tried the carrot it went in and out easily and then I knew I was ready to try my prick in that coveted hole.
Soon I was in her all the way up to my balls.
"Ah, you're in me. I can feel it. Janey come here and finger my vagina. Oh how nice it feels. Rock in me with all your force. It's so good. And Janey you're doing a good job. I'm flowing all over. Peter, don't come too quickly. Hold off for a while."
I pumped up and down for I don't know how long. Janey told me she had already come three times. Then I started to feel my sperm creep up and I discharged to the last drop into the tight ass-hole of the succulent Lucy.
That afternoon was dedicated to sleep and rest. My two young companions were told to behave and take a nap. I told Lucy to watch over Janey and not to excite her.
"I'm not going to use her for my pleasure. So don't worry." Lucy was arrogant in her response.
Denise was very curious to find out what had taken place so she invited me to the afternoon cinema which went on at two o'clock.
We were hardly in our seats when Denise reached in my trousers and pulled out my dick. She caressed it so well I got stiff immediately.
We weren't at all interested in the short subjects and she was sitting on my hand and jacking herself off right underneath her dress.
"I'm getting wet, you know."
I used my rain coat to hide my wandering hand which reached over to caress her damp pussy which was craving my sturdy dick.
Just as my finger was introduced to the lovable hole, the usherette beamed her flash light in our direction and indicated some seats to a young couple who had just come in. They must not have been more than 16 years of age.
They took the seats in front of us and we hinted to them that if they would just sink down in their chairs that this would not hinder us at all. We were just being careful and it was a public place and demanded our prudence.
Denise grabbed my pecker and gave it a strong squeeze. She started to masturbate me, when we both noticed that the two youngsters in front were preparing their own s�ance.
Their lips touched and we could just barely make out their profiles. The boy's hand slipped down to the skirt and slid underneath.
Denise whispered in my ear:
"Now go all out and finger me good. We're going to show this young couple how it's done."
I hesitated for a second but my excitation was too great. Beside the boy and girl were not helping me to alleviate my distress. Denise threw a heavy thigh over my lap and I was to playing at her cunt much more easily. She was slowly beginning to come. My buxom farm lady let out some love moans and began to twist around like a hot thing. She was dreaming of the handsome dick she held in her hand.
On hearing Denise's lamentable moans, the kids in front turned around and paid a great deal of attention to the spectacle that we were displaying.
"Just look at the size of fellow's cock. It's a lot bigger than yours. I sure would like to touch it."
"And what about the Mrs.? She is sure pretty. Look at those rounded thighs and how she seems to be enjoying herself."
Denise who heard the two youngsters comparing notes, took the young girl's hand and guided it toward my staff.
"Oh I know what to do. Jack you take care of the Misses."
The lad who was experienced in his own way unzipped himself and presented his stiff penis to Denise who was receptive for one. Suddenly she leaned back, crazed with desire and directed the kid's cock toward her beckoning pussy. She placed it deep within her and with one big bolt shook around and practically swallowed the little fellow.
The young lad was not a novice and he bucked with every moment Denise offered and she was cooing like an amorous pigeon.
The girl was watching the performance with a special twinkle in her eye.
"Let's do a sixty-nine. I love to do it."
She was an expert and she licked me off properly. She made a sloppy noise and I knew that my load went down her soft throat. I gave her my best effort and she kept on with a series of small orgasms.
Luckily for us our s�ance terminated just as the show ended.
As we left the charming couple, we invited them to come over to the farm during their vacation and join in some fun. They excepted the invitation graciously and with little wonder.
It was late when we returned to the house. The girls were still asleep and we learned that Lucy's father had come and left and would come back again the next day.
The following afternoon, I saw a man come into the house who I judged from his dress was a warden of some kind. He gave Denise a big hug and kissed the children.
He offered me his hand and introduced himself.
"I'm Lucy's father. It seems we have a lot in common. I understand you've already screwed my daughter. Good fellow. What's your name?"
"They call me Peter."
"Well Peter, old boy, I'm going to apply the law here in this case. You know, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. I know she was partly responsible for what happened and I don't reproach you. Now this is what I have in store for you."
He took out his huge, ruddy prick.
"You seem like a nice fellow, Peter and I am not at all displeased with the looks of your rear. I'll be sticking this in you, if you don't mind."
"Am I forced to accept?"
"I think it would be better if you did. Put yourself right on the edge of the bed and spread your legs apart. This should excite these ladies for I don't think they have seen too much of this sort of thing."
He carried out his mission and I wasn't the worst for wear right after he entered. In fact, Arthur, that was his name, was not rough at all. Lucy came around and put her red lips around my cock. I felt so warm all over that I couldn't tell from what side I was getting the most pleasure.
All at once I felt Arthur tighten up and let loose his explosion. We both came at the same time. He in me and myself in the mouth of his Lucy. The act passed between the good wishes of the family and everyone was excited by it.
I felt slightly abashed and I must have reddened a little. Denise made a sign with her fingers.
"Naughty, naughty. You deserved it."
I turned to Lucy and sought my revenge.
"Your father seemed to enjoy himself with my behind. He probably liked it better than yours, because it's tighter. Your ass-hole is getting as big as a coach door."
As for Janey, she just keep her eyes closed. She was afraid that I was going to get a sound beating.
"Denise, the day is almost over and I think that everyone should have his and her share of pleasure. Lucy ran to the store for a bottle and after a few warm drinks we should all be in top shape for a good scrap."
Denise had taken Arthur by the arm and was pushing upstairs. Her last words were painful to my ears.
"Come Arthur, let the children play and get drunk if they must. We have other pleasures to attend to."
While we were having our fun downstairs, Lucy got the idea of peeking in on Arthur and Denise.
"Let's go up. They should be getting acquainted by now."
We crept up to the top floor like silent wolves and we noticed that the slightly opened door was just what the doctor ordered.
We saw Denise with her ass spread apart bouncing up and down on the helpless Arthur. She was as hot as the kitchen stove in summer.
"Pete help me out. She's come four times already and she wants more," Arthur pleaded for aid.
"No. Stay in me Arthur and Pete will come over and take me by the rear. I want to be fucked in the cunt and in the ass at the same time."
I hesitated for a moment in order to size up our relative positions. Finally I got my bearings. Arthur had her pussy and I had her sumptuous bung hole. Suddenly Denise began to speak in a loud voice.
"Ah, my darlings. How wonderful it is to have two sturdy pricks at the same time. And here it comes; I'm to explode. Arthur follow me. Pete come, come. Oh that's too much. No, no, go ahead continue..."
She really went out of her head and she let the room be filled with a burst of pleasurable crying. Denise kept up her movement and sucked the juice dry out of Arthur and myself. We all hummed a merry tune.
Once we were unlocked, we both took turns washing ourselves, that is Arthur and myself. Poor Denise had passed out on the bed. Lucy followed me into the bathroom.
"Peter, I want to help you. I noticed that Denise kept you from having a complete joy-come. Come and discharge every drop in my butt-hole."
She leaned over the sink and I used all my force to penetrate her. I went all the way in, right up to my hairy balls. I had to stick my hand in her mouth to keep her from screaming. She had reached such a pitch of excitement.
We had to finish it off quickly for Denise, Arthur and Janey were descending upon us. I heard Denise for she apparently saw us in that humped position.
"Look at those two. They're not losing a minute's time."
That night was a rough one for me. I was broken with tense tired muscles and my bones ached all over.
But, now I think back somewhat wistfully to the days and night of my wild bachelor fucking ...