Fletcher Farrow, a captured American seaman, is the prisoner and chosen personal stud of the Korean Empress Min Bi. A woman as lecherous as she is cruel, Min Bi surrounds herself with the most sexually avid men and women she can find. But Farrow, who is Mengsu (Great Beast) to his queen and her court, is the chosen, the prize. The very best of everything is his, so long as he keeps his lady satisfied.
So long as he keeps his lady satisfied. It is that theme which lifts this novel out of the category of mere entertainment. In fact, whether the author consciously intended it or not (the manuscript was purportedly smuggled out of Korea in the nineteenth century) Tale of a Lustful Seaman becomes a chilling parable of modern man's sexual crucifixion.
The sexual revolution, which brought sex out of the darkness, and made it something respectable folk could discuss and even enjoy, has conferred many benefits upon twentieth century man. But there is a joker in the deck, a very simple biological differential which sooner or later becomes critically important in any man-woman relationship. Men require erection and ejaculation in order to have intercourse; women do not. It is as simple as that.
In a sexually Puritanical age, a man did not expect to satisfy his wife. Decent women were not supposed to like sex anyway. And the others would act as if they did, whether they did or not. So there was little pressure on a man to prove his virility. Whether he had intercourse daily, weekly, monthly, or yearly was his own business. And since sex was regarded as, at best, a minor pleasure, like a glass of sherry after dinner, and at worst as a sin, sexual ineptitude was unimportant.
Then came Freud and the new feminism, and sex came out of the third bureau drawer and into the center of the family bedroom, if not the best front parlor. It was no longer enough for a man to be a good provider; he had also to be a good lover, to keep his wife happy. If she was unresponsive to his caresses and he gave this as an excuse for a lack of interest in bedroom activities, she could always counter with, "There are no frigid women, only clumsy men."
Of course, for most people the new freedom enriches their most intimate relationships. The average husband probably has a strong enough ego to take an occasional erotic embarrassment in stride. And the average wife is not the Empress of Korea. After all, she may remind herself, now and again her cakes fall, too.
It is not the normally sexed and well adjusted to whom the new sexual demands are threatening. It is those who, in addition to feeling themselves inadequate in other ways, are often inadequate sexually. Since worry and tension have a tendency to undercut male potency, generating more tension and worry, a vicious circle of frustration is established. The advertising media do their part by drenching the reader, viewer, listener, in concrete images of sexually stimulating people and situations.
There is a popular assumption that the rape killer or child molester, the 'sex fiend" as we sometimes call him, has an abnormally high libido. In fact, from the researches of some psychiatric investigators, the opposite appears to be true. Apparently such unfortunates are in part driven to sexual violence because they are incapable, or nearly incapable, of normal sexuality. Often they are so unattractive that only prostitutes will accept them, and frequently they cannot achieve normal relations even with prostitutes. In a culture which tells them over and over again that, to be men, they must make love, make love often, make love well and to the mutual enjoyment of both parties, they suffer an almost unbearable sense of failure, coupled with inevitable resentment against the women whom they desire but cannot have. Without therapeutic help in learning to accept themselves, they may build to some violent, even fatal form of sexual expression.
The psychological linkup between sexuality and violence is underscored by the fact that many of the slang synonyms for coitus and ejaculation (bang, shoot, to get one's gun off) are associated also with firearms. Traditionally the military has been an escape from petticoat rule, a place where a man could get away from female demands and still be regarded as "all man." Is it sheer accident that the same years which have seen the rise of the new sexual freedom have also seen a series of wars so appalling in their bloodshed and totality as to dwarf anything humanity has ever seen in the past? If one accepts the sex-violence equation, then the description of a cheap nuclear weapon as "more bang for a buck" takes on new and horrifying significance. Will male incapacity, made desperate by advertisers' wiles, yet fling the final massive erection of a mushroom cloud across man's destiny? Will all die to atone for the sexual inadequacies of few?
These are some of the questions which Tale of a Lustful Seaman raises. For Fletcher Farrow, under his archaic trappings and despite the occasional joys of his protracted and varied orgies, is a true prototype of modern man. For him the continuous gnawing worry. Will tonight be the moment of truth when, like an aging torero, he cannot lift the weight of his sword, much less drive it cleanly home? His is the existential misery of man hoist by his own petard, the set teeth in the cocktail lounge, the angst in the back bedroom.
Here is a book which speaks to the condition of our time.
Karl Otto Pappenfus, Ph.D.
Minneapolis, Minnesota March, 1969
CHAPTER ONE
I do not have much time left to make an appeal. I do not know how long my body, trained and fed though it is, can withstand the continuing onslaughts of flesh and folly. So I beg you, if yours are the wondering eyes that fall upon this final missive, to hasten, hasten, please. Take this appeal to the United States Navy, or to anyone in Salem, Massachusetts who will fit out an expedition to rescue me from the heathens of this faraway and exceedingly strange land.
My name is, or was, Fletcher Farrow, late seaman before the mast on the USS man of war Arabella. Here my name, in foreign tongue, is called Mengsu, which means great beast. And I say late seaman because it has been many a long and dreary day since my bare feet have stood upon the holystoned decks of a seagoing vessel, although long have I yearned toward the seas and the green hills of home that lie beyond the seas.
Once before this, I have managed to smuggle out a manuscript, consigning it in trust to a certain fisherman, who could in turn do no more than swear he would insert it into a blown glass fishing float, sealing it with candle wax against the leakage of the sea; then he was to cast it into a current favorable to travel toward the west and civilized nations. I can only take the fisherman's word that this has been done, although I have yet to hear word of the manuscript being discovered.
'(Editor's note: The ms. was discovered, some 132 years later, washed up on the shores of a California bay, where it was found wedged into rocks beneath a nearly inaccessible cliff, still dry and safe inside the handmade, thick glass of the fishing float.)
In my first desperate missive, I set down my story here, and some detail of my life before I was abandoned on these inhospitable sands and left to the mercies of the heathen court of the Empress of Korea. I shall tell this again, but in less detail, so that the finder of this manuscript will believe my story, and hie with all haste to see me saved, for I am a fellow countryman.
Impressed by my grandfather into the navy (because of a trifling dispute with a schoolmaster and a minor uproar occasioned by my being caught diddling a certain young lass in the school basement) I had learned to be a seaman. Escaping the kiss of the cat by being alert and quick, I volunteered as coxswain to land a force of fleet marines on the frowning coast of the Hermit Kingdom, from whence we had been fired upon. Cannons set in the embrasures of a fortress called Yongdong-po fired upon the Arabella as she cruised within range. Captain Horatio, never one to take attack lightly, immediately put smartly about and brought a broadside to bear upon the heathen gunners. Calling for Marines to stage a landing, the captain struck home with his first salvo and hurled great pieces of rock into the river as our landing boats made smartly for shore. Under command of Captain Goodings, the detachment of Marines stormed ashore lustily, and I-like some adventuring ninny-followed the last man up the hill as the cannon of our good ship roared. We were forcing the savages to flee when some odd device of stones and powder exploded, knocking me such a blow upon the head that I lost consciousness and fell hidden beside a pile of smoking rubble.
Recovering my senses some time later, I staggered to the beach and called after the Arabella, which with all sails set, was striking for the open sea beyond the river's mouth. I was abandoned, lost upon a savage shore, hurt and weakened so that I was no match for the horde of brutes in armor that fell upon me and beat me again insensible.
I will shorten this part of my missive, since there is so very much to tell, so much to relate that has taken place even since the sending off of my earlier narrative. I was captured and marched to the capitol city of Seoul, and there only the intervention of the Empress Min herself saved me from the great sword of the headsman. The fort's crew had suffered grievously from the Marines and our broadsides, and the heathens were after vengeance upon me.
But, owing mainly to the savage practice of marching their victims naked through the streets so that the populace might stone and jeer them, I was brought to the attention of the empress. The queen is yet a most beautiful woman, small as a child of my own nation, yet more fully a female than anyone I have yet seen-with save the exception of one particular lass of Salem and the vicinity. The Empress Min is true ruler of this savage land, although she has a husband of sorts in attendance. The emperor is close to being a half-wit, and not much for diddling, whereas the queen is a woman of such lusts that no man nor woman may slake them, try though both will, and both at once, I shall add.
I am a large man, a veritable giant in this country of small men and tiny lasses, and I am exceedingly well hung. Indeed, my shipmates likened me to a stallion, and made many jokes about the length and heft of my pizzle. I am yellow haired and blue eyed, and stand near six feet high in my bare feet, and I weigh nigh thirteen stone. As any civilized man does, I have hair upon my chest and belly, growing a full clump upon my privates. This causes much laughter and wonder in Korea, where males and females alike have but tiny wisps of feathering around their organs. The men are hairless on the chest, only the grandfathers among them being able to raise anything resembling a beard-and that little chin ornament is but a whisper compared to the full growths of men in my own land.
But my hair and my pizzle were the saving of me-along with the considerable art and energy with which I have long been won't to devote myself to the act of diddling. The queen was bedazzled by my prick, and insisted upon hefting my balls and measuring the swollen length of my staff. I had been long at sea without dalliance, and aroused easily at her mere touch. She lured me on to bed her, there in her palace garden with her handmaidens twittering and darting about us, fearful that my great engine would rip apart their mistress. But that worthy cunnie can take all I have to give it, and yet suction pleadingly for more.
Here I will depart from the train of my narrative to describe the empress more fully, for she is a beauty well worth all the words I know. I saw her first in her guarded yard, a woman of small but full bodied stature whose flowing robes and bound bodice did not disguise the fact that she was most delightfully put together. Her face was of a golden color and most haughty of appearance, although her lips were rich and full, and stained by some herb to a most inviting crimson. Here eyes were oddly shaped, slanting upward at their corners, and they were boldly black as night, as was her hair that hung long and braided to her hips in back. I did not first see her breasts, nor the wondrous precision with which her thighs are joined to her belly, nor did I perceive the cunning design of her dainty quim. But I was not far from seeing and becoming most intimately acquainted with them, and with every inch of her luscious and lusty body. The queen could barely wait until I had been bathed in scent-ed waters, and my wounds treated, before she had me brought into her sleeping room. She impatiently waited me upon a heaping of opulent pillows and silken comforters. Two handmaidens stood by to attend her every want, and there was drink and fruit at hand.
It is difficult to believe I had to teach this lovely woman, and the others with whom I have since dallied, the pleasures of the kiss. They knew not this caress, but surrendered pleasantly to the French kiss, and the probing use of the tongue therein. It is also difficult for any man to believe, if he has not tasted its pleasures, the tightness and the shallowness of the Korean quim. The Korean cunnie is small, though it has been used a thousand times by much larger pizzles than any the Korean men can grow, and it is exceedingly well formed. A well hung man may easily reach the far end of it, so to find the nibbling of the womb tip with the end of his pizzle head, and he must be careful not to impale the woman upon his organ like a speared fish. Yet the Korean women love it so, one might think they had personally invented the game of screwing.
I will not here go into detail concerning my first diddle of the queen, nor the succeeding ones I had with her handmaidens; suffice it to say I did a stallion's labors, but with refinements no stud had ever performed for any band of mares. Nor will I go into the tales of how the empress taught me that a man may diddle two women at one time, or how he may get his gooders through a variety of tricks. I will state that these heathen women are most debauched, and that they revel in contortions, in the practices of multiple screwing, and in the close observing of others in the act. Indeed, the queen's commands have set an entire family to doing it to each other, one way or the other, and her bizarre spring festival upon the beaches is something no civilized land has ever beheld. I will put down these other things in my tale, so that by the very telling, I might assist some scholar of the future, in case this plea, urgent as it is, for help is not discovered in time to save me from the queen's passions.
I have had considerable letters, since I was won't to read all books I could come upon, searching out most especially those which dealt with the mysteries of love and women. It is thus I am able to put down with some skill, this story of my being cast away on these alien shores among these savage peoples. It is true I could have fared far worse, that I might have been turned over to the tender mercies of the guards, who would have made short shrift of my life. I might have been starved and beaten and put on show like some captured animal. But even though none of these dire events have transpired, I am yet forever in danger. I do not doubt, that once I lose my manhood, that once I am unable to perform as the prize stud of the queen, that I will be sent to the chopping block like some rooster grown too old to service his hens. So, even though I care for and condition my flesh with the utmost attention, I fear for its collapse. And I am not allowed to deny pleasure to the queen, nor to any she points out to receive the attentions of my pizzle. I am her slave forever, unless I escape the clutches of this wild and stubborn land.
Where then, shall I began this new narrative, this other plea for succor? I could tell of the troubles brought upon me by too much diddling, of the afternoon when I could not make my engine rise, when my pizzle would not lift to the occasion-but that would be a confusion, a putting of the cart before the horse. Mayhap I should run swiftly over adventure and misadventure, or describe some of the strange and bizarre practices of the Korean court, but this is better left for the historian. I will set down as best I can, the happenings that led me finally to that dire moment of terror, when I could not lift my organ erect. Never have I been closer to the headsman's axe.
This language-a difficult, Oriental and confusing language, to be certain, but I have learned it reasonably well. Not as a scholar, of course; it takes many years to master the tongue thusly, and I pray I will be gone from here ere much time elapses. But the complicated phrasings now roll off my tongue and I understand what is said about me. This is due to the enforced schooling I received, and to the beatings administered me by over-zealous guards. I had little choice but to learn, and was most grateful for an aptness, an ear for languages. Also, I wanted most earnestly to comprehend the conversation of the queen and her girls. Motions and signs can go only so far, and since keeping my head upon my shoulders depended upon my not angering the queen, I wished to completely understand her desires. Besides, I have often thought that the act of diddling can be spiced with conversation between the man and woman doing it-or the man and man, or the man and boy, or the odd combinations in which I have many times found myself as a participant.
Yet, there being no method by which I am able to transcribe the language so that it shall be understood by civilized men, I must needs set down the sounds of the words as I hear them, and as they are spoken. The spelling is impossible, in the hen scratching used as letters by these savages.
Let me recall-I left off my previous narrative with some small description of the Kim family brought for entertainment by the empress: a man and his wife, their two daughters and a son. In exceptional moments, the empress has been known to content herself with observing the arts of didling, without herself joining in, but none can say what passes her mind. Min Bi can be tender and loving, but beware of her anger; she does not expect to be disobeyed, and her vengeance can be swift and terrible. So the Kims had no choice, although I vow, once they were set to the task of screwing one another, they were most adaptable and happy in their work.
It seems the husband-Kim Kuni (the family name is spoken first here) had been putting it to his chubby-arsed son, whilst unbeknown to anyone else, the lad Kim Kuni had been diddling his tiny sister of very tender years, getting his gooders from the lass Sooni.
Mayhap I had better list the close members of the queen's court, before confusion sets in. There is Min Bi, the empress herself; there are her favorite maidens, Kilja, Whaja and Soinah, each of whom I have screwed in many and varied acts of love. And from time to time, there are others brought in for entertainment, to include rare visits from the king. But with me, the handmaidens and the empress, and then the family of diddling Kims, little else was added, or needed, for many a week.
I have said that the Korean quim is small and shallow, tightly constructed and of spare depth, and I have said I am hung sommat like a stud horse. Mayhap I have always been more eager to mount a lass or bugger a lad than most, and it is good this is so. And mayhap any who chance to read this missive will think I complain too much about something most men would gladly consign their lives to. I am fed the best food and given rice wines and apple brandies to drink; I am massaged and bathed and exercised at will; I have my pick of beautiful women to screw, with a man or boy to break the monotony. But, gentle reader-a man values also his life, and yearns for his homeland. I can do no less.
Still, I must not despair, nor weaken, nor surrender. I must force myself ever onward, ever ahead, remaining alert for some small chance of escape, should it ever present itself. I have for some time been collecting little mementoes given me by the empress-some little pearls, a ruby, bits of golden chain, a dagger with a jeweled hilt. If some day these treasures buy my escape aboard a fishing vessel, I will not hesitate to take the choice, to gamble freedom against the executioner's sword that will surely fall upon my neck, be I caught and returned.
But I cannot continue to complain and to berate my fate, however cruel that may be. I will continue to set down my experiences in this heathen land, in the hopes that someday they will be of interest to scholars and historians. I shall continue my narrative from almost the point I left it off in my other effort, as best I remember, even though that manuscript be forever lost. The family of Kims, then. I do not think I have described how it was for me to approach that tiny, tender lass, the youngest of the family, the delectable Chuni.
Ahh-a tiny doll, that one, a completely delightful little beauty of such voluptuous youthfulness. She had just been, as was her won't, diddled by her brother, who had taken the cherry of this sweet and so hairless cunnie. But as I approached her where she lay on the floor of the queen's chamber, her sloe eyes widened with terror at the sight of my huge organ. Indeed, it looked a sight to terrify children, being so large and swollen with passion, and so reddened from its recent usage upon Chuni's elder sister, and her mother before that.
So I did not forthwith assault her; instead, I sat beside her and fed her sweetmeats, and gave her sips of the light wine makoli, so as to deaden any hurt that might come to her when I mounted the little Venus. For mount I would, despite her small size and very tender years. I have always been partial to the very young lasses, having enjoyed myself so much upon my own little sister.
But I will go into my own particular desires later, after I have done with describing the events at hand, the first time I put my big staff into the sweet and appetizing cunnie of the small but pantingly hot Chuni. As I gave her sips of wine, the little girl became a bit drunken, and not ashamed of her delightful nakedness; her cheeks were flushed and her eyes bright, and after a spell, she reached out a tiny hand to touch my swollen rod in exploring wonder.
In turn, I began to stroke and caress her, to run my hands gently over her tiny but perfect body, feeling the delicate satin of her pale golden skin. I fingered lightly over the barely budding titties, fondled the miniature nipples already proudly erect, and slid my hand down over her smooth, soft belly to rest it at last upon the perfect target, upon the daintily shaped little cunt. Ahh, but it was a soft and fragile thing, cunningly designed, wonderfully shaped, rising just so in its divided little mound, utterly hairless and like the finest velvet. Its dampened lips were tiny, but I knew them to be of marvelous stretching quality, and though I would be most careful with this little princess, still was I most ready to fuck her, for nothing else in the entire world delights me so much as the kiss of a hairless and tenderly young pussy.
Lifting her and placing her onto my lap, so that her sweetly rounded ass pressed down lightly upon my throbbing prick, I slipped it in between her delicately shaped thighs so that it extended up her luscious little belly. In my simple, studied Korean, I murmured to her that I loved her, that she should have no fear, that her adorable cunnie would take my meat, big and hungry though it was. I whispered that she was a perfect little woman, no baby at all, but completely as able to fuck as her mother and her sister-both of whom I had already diddled. It would be as good as when her older brother put it into her, I said, but when she was fitted to the size of my rod, she would like it better; it would pack her juicy little cunt more fully; indeed, it would fill her womb to the end and all around. Once it was worked fully inside that tightly stretched pussy, oiled and buttered though it would be, she would feel it constricting her arse hole; she would feel it swelling inside her belly.
Kissing Chuni's neck, I moved my mouth down her beautiful back, kissed softly and with lingering tenderness upon her shoulders, and ran my eager tongue lightly down her spine to her most exquisite little bum. I had to lift her to her knees so that my mouth could caress each cheek of that dainty and tasteful ass, so that my tongue could dart licking in between them to wetly fondle the adorable little slit and the tiny bunghole. I shut out the moans and sounds of ecstasy that were growing around us as the queen and her handmaidens diddled each other, and I concentrated upon making this marvelous little beauty relax and so loosen her glorious little quim for the screwing. Turning her to face me, I had her clench both hands upon my aching tool whilst I kissed her throat and mouth, and went quickly to her immature titties.
Taking one of the small but stiffened nipples into my lips, I toothed upon it with care and tickled it with my tongue, and auctioned upon it so that she trembled throughout her body and panted like a small bitch puppy coming into her first real heat. I petted her hips and her downy belly, running my fingers around her sweet arse and touching into her silken navel. Then, lifting her by her trim waist, I slid down upon my back and drew the dear child up to my face.
Setting her just so, I nipped the inside of her velvet thighs and licked at her groin, and before she could squirm away, I took her sweet, flinching and luscious quim wholly into my mouth, covering the dainty thing in its hairless entirety and sucking delightedly upon it, as I might upon a juicy orange. I held to her miniature buttocks and spread them a bit, so that I might insert my tongue into the hot lips of that captivating little cunnie.
She quivered as I slipped in my tongue, and shuddered as I probed her darling quim with it. I found her tiny button of joy and licked there until she hunched against my face, grinding her darling pussy into my chin and loosening her juices of passion. Only then did I reach out one hand and find the bowl of oil with which to grease my rod. Only then, after her childish fear was gone in wine and her pussy-sucked lust, did I tip her back upon her naked shoulders and insert a goodly amount of the greasy oil into her flexing quim to assist us in our forthcoming diddling. Then I positioned myself upon my back once more, and set the lass to balance upon the tip of my erect rod.
She wanted it inside her as much as I wished to force it in. I have since discovered that the little sweet Chuni is a born fuckeress, and I am most grateful to her brother for having broken her in and taken her maidenhead. Although by Korean standards, she has a somewhat large pussy for her age, it would have been impossible to push a prick into it-at least a staff such as mine-unless it had been diddled and stretched before. And, even greased though we were with copious amounts of oil, the fitting was to be very tight and a bit painful to the lass. Her head was fair lolling on her shoulders from the wine she had taken, and her eyes were heavy-lidded, but her rosebud mouth was smiling with languor induced by getting her gooders upon my tongue a moment ago.
She wiggled her tiny arse, steeling the wetly agape mouth of my prick to her charming cunnie, placing lips against lips, kissing the pulsing tip of my prick with her sweetly quivering pussy. I did not lunge, for any ramming might have been fatal to her. Instead, I lowered her by her waist, letting her own light weight work the head of my rod into her hotly receptive cunnie. I felt the delicate young lips of it spread to receive the head, felt the tip reach into an oily, quivering hotness, but it was tight, tight, even though the oil greased the way. She gasped above me and said something in a whisper, but she hunched more, striving to take more of my hard meat into her stretching womb. She was slick satin inside; her tender pussy was slippery silks, dampened by love, made ready by grease and the wine she drank. Chuni hunched again, and took yet another inch up inside her body.
Her eyes rolled back and her mouth hung open as she rolled her winsome ass to insert a modicum more into herself, to slip yet another measure of swollen prick into her grasping, creamy pussy. It went in slowly, tightly, the head of it feeling every tiny contraction of muscle inside her fragile womb, knowing every delightful wriggle of her juicy little cunnie, forcing its way farther up into her, deeper into her flexing, arching body. I confess I could not stand the caresses, could not contain myself against the fondling of my staff, and as she squirmed one more inch down upon me, my head throbbed and I spurted forth a load of frothing liquid that drenched her womb from top to bottom, from the far end of her darling little pussy to the expanded lips that were only then reaching down about halfway upon my rod.
But the flooding helped; the hotness and the oiliness relaxed her still more, and she sighed with great love as she lowered her adorable ass down and down, holding her little body erect so she would not injure any organs inside. And then I felt the head stop as it reached the end, the cup, the shuddering tip of the sac; it could probe no farther. Her appetizing little bum was down upon the mounding of my balls. I was into Chuni for the length and breadth of my prick, and now the little bitch began to rock gently back and forth, twisting ever so slightly upon the great rod of meat inside her, rolling her dainty clitoris, her button of joy, so that she rollicked in her search for still greater gooders.
From side to side, clenching and unclenching, she moved her sweet cheeks, grinding that hairless little pussy upon me, rubbing her pelvis of such beauty and tender years, rubbing it into my hairy mound.
The load I had fired swirled clinging about my staff, greasing it for the slippery strokes she was taking upon me. I lifted but slightly, swinging my own arse but gently, and the tiny princess riding me gasped in delight. "Oh, Mengsu!" she said aloud. "Oh, my darling great beast! What a mighty prick you have, what-a-mighty prick! Oh, oh-it is so long, so big, and it fills my tight quim so that I can barely move, but move I will. Oh-oh-yes, I will move. I will shake my ass this way, so that your big thing moves inside me. Oh, it is huge. My brother's is small, a child's thing. Yours is wondrous; yours is-so hard-so big!"
And with that, the darling little lass gave a high pitched cry, ground her cunnie around upon my pulsing rod, and loosed another little flood of juices. She fell forward in a dead faint, but I grasped her sweet arse cheeks in both hands and spread them for the final, heaving thrust that lifted her bum into the air as I drove my shuddering prick home into the relaxed cup of her womb. I fired again, spurting forth yet another bubbling ejaculation into that hotly grasping pussy, into the adoring cunnie of the beautiful little girl so very young and so very fuckable.
I heard applause then, and turned my head from the fainted girl riding my still pulsing rod, and saw the queen and her handmaidens gathered around us, where they had been watching with avid eyes as we diddled. I saw beyond them the lad rising from between his mother's legs, and to the right, the husband and father backing from his daughter's uplifted arse. The family of Kims had all been well screwed, one with the other, with myself as the added thrill.
It was the first time I had screwed the darling Chuni, and indeed, the first time her mother had diddled the son, and the father the older girl. It would not be the last time for any of us, and the couplings were fated to be changed many times, ere the queen tired of her sport.
CHAPTER TWO
Diddling done for the nonce, we gathered at the low tables and sat cross-legged upon pillows to eat of the sumptuous repast that had been prepared and brought steaming in for us. I recall the noodles in a hot and savory sauce spiced by dried peppers; already I had come to like the searing bite of Korean spices, once the hairs had been burned from my tongue. There was meat sliced thin as paper and fried in yet a different gravy, this one oddly clear and starchy, with strips of onion and long green peppers boiled in it.
There was fish, of course, both boiled and dried, and bits of ox tails floated in a dark juice sprinkled with sesame seeds. And pork cooked crisply, brushed with honey; and vegetables prepared in a variety of methods; and bowls of rice, white and heaped. Koreans-indeed, all Orientals-use rice as civilized peoples are won't to eat bread, unseasoned and alone. I had by then become used to the national dish, kimchi, and munched with relish upon the crisp white radishes, the powerful garlic and pickled cabbage, the raisins and hot, hot peppers. I had even become sommat deft in the handling of chopsticks, even though there was always a flattened brass spoon provided.
I could also drink the pahp-mool served warm after each meal, it being merely the water in which the rice had been cooked, mayhap with tiny slivers of pork afloat in it. And of course, it was my won't to imbibe freely of soju, the rice whiskey; of sagwah-sool, apple brandy, and not too often the makoli, a weakened rice wine. As I ate and drank with gusto, I knew I would need every ounce of my considerable strength, for the queen's eyes were shining with unslaked lust, her passions most aroused by the introduction of the family into our diddlings. I then surmised that we would be in for a most hectic night of screwings and other entertainments the empress could devise, and that we were, but not until late in the night, for the empress had a tale to tell us, a story of her own deflowering in her own childhood. A most interesting narrative, to be sure. I will put it down here for your eyes to read, in the same fashion as she bespoke it to us, as near as I can shape the Korean phrasings into civilized English.
I was but twelve years of age (said the queen) when I first learned the mysteries of sex, and I was introduced to these wondrous pleasures by a man most skilled in them. His name was Chong Ki Won, and he was my father.
Until that first night of marvels, when my father called me into his rooms, I knew absolutely nothing about diddling, naught about the pleasures of self stimulation. I had never even caressed my quim, never slipped a finger into it to explore its depths. I knew naught but the scholar's books to which I had been set reading, even though it is yet passing strange that a woman may also be a scholar. In writings of the ancient poets I had read "love" but thought me that this was a great and spiritual thing, mostly to be sorrowed over and mourned for its loss. I did not know the physical rapture love brings, but I was soon to discover it, through the tender instructions of my father.
"Come in, come in," he said, when I knocked timidly at his door. I was fearful, for I had not been summoned by him before; that was an honor reserved for my older brother. I slid back the door and bowed my best from my knees, pulling the door shut behind me, keeping my face down and my back erect while sitting upon my heels as I had been taught a properly trained girl does.
My father stared at me, and I threw him quick glances from beneath my lowered eyelashes. He was an imposing man, sternly handsome and large. He had sired my brother, myself, and two younger girls before our mother died of a plague. Other women had been brought into the household from time to time, and I knew that the maids were sometimes called to his rooms at night, but I thought naught of these happenings then. Now I know that they were brought to assuage his passionate nature.
"My elder daughter," he said to me, "it is time you learn about love in its many forms. Take off your clothing, girl."
I did not hesitate, for a father is to be immediately obeyed without question. I pulled my simple dress over my head and folded it neatly upon the floor beside me; I was then too young to wear anything under the dress, so I sat naked and wait-ed my father's next command.
"You have a beautiful body," he said. "It is shapely for your age, and has clean lines. You please your father, girl. Now come over here and help me off with my own clothes."
Smiling my pleasure at his compliments, I hurried to him and helped him remove his grey thin jacket and pantaloons, the other white jacket of the yangban nobleman. Then I kneeled and stared at the thing he held between his fingers. It was something like that of my older brother, to be sure, but so much larger and it was rigid, whereas my brother's thing, when he piddled, was only a limp thing. My father smiled at my rapt attention.
"You know what this is, girl?"
"Elder brother uses it to piddle with," I said, using only the most honorific language.
Father laughed. He reached out and took my hand to draw it near his thing. He sat flat upon the floor with his legs open and his feet thrust out. "Here," he said, "feel this thing. Caress it with your fingers and the soft palm of your small hand. Feel its strength and its hardness, and you may finger the sac from which it rises. Ah; you are a good and obedient girl."
"Your thing is beautiful, Father," I said. "This end of it, it seems swollen, and there is the little mouth to piddle through. What is it called, this marvelous thing, my father?"
"A prick," he said, smiling at the way my hand moved over it, at how I fondled his sac and discovered the two small balls hidden within. "You came from those little chestnuts, daughter-up through this staff you are petting and out through the lips set in my prick's head. You were so small you could only be seen as a creamy discharge then, which this prick spat into your mother's womb after it had been properly caressed and loved, of course. Very soon, you will learn how to properly caress and love a prick, my daughter."
"Thank you, my father," I said. "You do me great honor. Am I stroking your marvelous prick properly? I have noticed you breathe harder when I fondle its swollen head, as if it pains you to be touched there."
"Not pain, my girl," he said huskily, "but the beginnings of a rapture, a great joy. But now you may stop, especially since you have shown no fear of your father's prick. I will begin your lessons by loosening your little quim so that it may widen to receive this prick."
"Quim, Father?" I stared with amazement as he ran his hands over my flesh, stroking me in a manner that I very much enjoyed. No one had ever fondled my body before, and I began to feel little thrills darting here and there, like small fishes.
"Your thing to piddle through," he explained. "Now girl, lie back there upon the bedding; place your head flat and I will then use the pillow to slide under your small ass, thus and so. See how it lifts your quim up and assists it in the spreading. Now, open your legs wide and bend your knees; bring your feet under-there, like that. You have a beautiful quim, daughter; I will sit here a moment and admire the shaping of it, the way its delicate lips pinch themselves shut, the small mounding of it, and the little ridge between its bottom end and the mere dot of your bunghole. A toothsome little pussy, girl; a most palatable small cunnie. Just relax and lie back, my daughter; your father is about to transport you to joys you have not yet dreamed of."
I lay back, wondering, stirred by some excitement I did not recognize. The air was warm upon my naked flesh, but not so warm as the breath that played over my taut belly, the warm, tickling breath from my father's opened mouth as he lowered his head between my knees and panted over my skin. His hands slid beneath my buttocks and took them one in each hand, cupping and squeezing them and using them to lift my opened thighs toward his mouth like a ready bowl of rice to be eaten.
My father began to lick my skin, running his tongue lightly and teasingly over my nipples-tiny though they were at the time-so that I could not lie still a moment longer, but had to squirm my bottom and breathe with difficulty. His hot mouth came down over my belly, lingering at my navel, the tip of his tongue pushing into the little hole and caressing there until I felt I might do something terrible-that I might piddle any moment, try though I might to hold it back.
He slipped down, lifting my buttocks so that my thighs fell open for the caresses of his mouth, his tongue and his teeth. My father nipped the tender flesh of my inner thighs and ran his wet tongue along their round shapings, and moved slowly, teasingly, until his mouth touched my quim. I started up from the bed, my eyes wild, my lips caught painfully between my teeth, so great a shock plunged through my heaving body.
My father said, "Lie back, girl! Allow your little pussy to be calm. See-I caress it with my tongue. Feel the warm wetness of my tongue, daughter. Is it not delightful upon the lips of your quim?"
"Oh yes, oh yes," I murmured. "I am grateful, my father."
Then I could say no more, for his mouth had fastened to my quim as if it was an orange. He sucked upon it, touching it gently with his teeth, pulling it into his lips and nibbling upon it. Then-oh, then!-his tongue pushed hard against my slit, so that the lips spread themselves for it, and slowly, sweetly, my father's darling tongue came into my quim, came deeply into my shuddering quim so that I felt its hotness and round length and the way it wiggled and how wet it was. Oh, but I twisted in a mad new joy, and I dared to reach down and take my father's dear head in my hands. I dared to clamp my thighs together so that his adorable head was caught between them, and I lifted my bum so that my quim was pressed tightly against his mouth, against his teeth, and I moved back and forth to feel the new delights of those exquisite tongue probings.
"Father, Father!" I cried out. "Oh, there is the place! Yes, yes-right there. Lick me faster, my father! Lick me harder-right there! Ah, it is good-and wonderful-and ah! ah! Do it some more, faster, dear father, use your tongue faster and deeper and suck upon my quim, for I feel-I feel-I don't know what I feel, but I may-I may have-to-"
And I felt a rushing of liquids, a flooding of hot juices, and stiffened out, uncurled my legs from around my father's back and pointed my feet at the ceiling, rolling my ass and hunching in a mad frenzy. I felt I had dishonored him, that I had peed, and he would beat me for it. But it was good, so good, so thrillingly good.
He did not beat me as I fell back limply upon the bedding, my legs sprawled apart and my belly pumping for air. With his mouth shining from the juices, my father lifted his head and smiled at me. "There, my daughter-was it not wonderful? Did you not feel the pleasure through your contracting quim and your tightened bung and deep in your belly?"
"Oh yes, yes," I replied, "but I am shamed. II piddled upon you. Forgive me, darling father, for I could not hold it back."
Still smiling, he brought forth a bowl of thick oils and began to anoint his prick with them, stroking it lovingly, even greasing his sac and balls with the perfumed oils. "You did not piddle, dear girl; you let down your juices in your first orgasm, and a hot release it was, for my tongue was buried deep within your young quim when I felt it shake, when I tasted the oils of your womb spring forth. You are truly a child of my loins, for there is no denying that you are already a devotee to reaching your gooders. You will be a most remarkable fuckeress, once you have been thoroughly trained in giving as well as receiving joy."
Finishing with his prick, he rearranged my legs upon the pillow so that my quim was cupped up at him. Then he wiggled one finger into its dampened slit, and afterwards squeezed from end to end, so that the slit opened a bit. My father worked the thick and oily grease into my quim then, and I began to flinch, to tremble in eager anticipation, for every touch of his fingers, each drop of the oil, excited me and made my quim fairly ache to know again the ecstasy it had found upon his tongue.
By my father was not going to use his mouth upon me again, not right away. He crawled in between my legs and took his prick in hand to fit its head down into the slightly spread lips of my quim. I did not then realize it, of course, but my father had a small, thin prick. It was not very long, nor very big around, although it was of a delightful shape and hardness, and it was of the exact size to take the maidenhead of a twelve year old girl. Anything larger might have caused me much pain, and so turned me from the pursuits of carnal joy I have since followed with such relish and such close attention.
He put his hand under my knees and spread my legs, lifted my legs higher and higher until my weight was resting upon my shoulders. Pressing down gently, he forced the throbbing head of his thing slowly into the parting lips of my quim, slowly into the slit that was widening bit by bit to receive the meaty staff it would so soon adore. I felt some small pain as my father pressed down harder, as the head of his organ pushed deeper and stretched my cunnie wider, but I felt also a growing thrill, a great sense of pride that my father should find me desirable and see fit to put his prick into me this way, in this enjoyable manner.
I wriggled slightly; I moved my hips so that I could better fit the tight glove of my quim around him, around his ever entering rod. He grunted, and there was sweat gleaming upon his face, upon his belly; some of it dripped upon my own upside-down belly; his prick gained a bit more, and came a bit deeper, and I hunched again for him. Suddenly my quim was thrust against his pelvis, pushed tightly to his belly, and I felt his sac thump against my ass and nestle in the little hollow between my quim and bung. He was all the way into me; my father's revered prick was fully thrust into my womb and firmly seated to the hilt. I do not think I can describe that glorious feeling, that gladsome sensation as I began to slowly, carefully rotate upon it, but I say now that the joy was mine as well as his, and the juices I had released ere now, indeed, the dewiness within my cunnie that had grown since he began to insert his lovely thing, helped us gain the slipperiness we sought.
Was this heaven? My father thrust down into me and gently took his prick back out, sliding it almost fully outside my desperate quim ere I struggled up by hunching my buttocks, so that I could have it push down into me once more. Was this paradise? No goddess was ever more adored than I was by that beautiful staff slipping in and out of me, almost to its quivering, swollen tip. Was this death? I felt my senses reeling, my mind spinning.
But no; my panting father thrust more strongly than before, and again I felt the slapping of his sac against my flexing cheeks; again I knew the quickening rapture of his rod impaling me to the farthermost depths of my shuddering quim. My head swung from side to side, and my ass took up the rhythm, grinding and hunching and heaving as he fed that wondrous pole of meat into me, as he stopped being gentle and instead began to drive it home into my untried cunnie as a carpenter hammers a peg. I shook; I lurched and vibrated in every inch of my fevered flesh, as I took each blow of his beloved prick and absorbed them lovingly, eagerly, crying tears of joy that mixed with little gasps of pain.
"Now, wench!" cried out my father, and with a final, twisting lunge, I felt the head of his beautiful organ swell; I felt the hot, spurting wash of the magic liquid drench my womb and flood the cup that lies in the extreme end of my pulsing cunnie. My own gooders raced up in answer, and my aching quim was no longer as tight as it had been, although in truth, it still clung to his stilled organ like a sheath that had been sewn especially to fit it.
For the second time within minutes, I had reached that place where the wonder rushes through you like an angry torrent, where your legs stiffen out and your ass tightens and your quim clenches as if it would break the lovely staff sunk into it. I vow, I did not know then, nor am I so certain now, which of the methods I preferred. I loved the way my father licked into me, the way he had sucked upon my cunnie until the sweet pains tore me apart. Yet I adored the way his prick felt within me, the way it prodded and poked as the two nuggets below it caressed my bung. Either way was heaven; both methods were ecstasy.
My father lifted from me, pulling his delightful staff slowly out of my quim, and it tried to hold him within its creamy sheath. It closed after his head with regret, with a frothed sorrow, and I felt all hollow inside. I would never be quite content again, without something inside my quim, be it fingers or tongue or a prick swollen with passion.
He lay back, my father, and his rod stood partially bent, with its head smaller and shining wetly with the gleam of his discharge. His sac hung smaller between his legs, and his belly was heaving up and down. Yet he smiled upon me as I sat up, somewhat sore in my quim and aching in my belly. He motioned to me to come to him, and I did so.
"This is the moment, my daughter," he said, when a girl must cleanse the prick of the man who has screwed her. She may either use warm water and a soft cloth, making certain to also rinse any juices from his balls and lower belly, as well as cleansing the staff and head. Or she may, if she is a hotly passionate girl, use a more pleasing method upon her man."
"I ache within my quim," I said, "but I would have more of your heavenly staff stroking into it. I would have more and more, as often as my father wishes to place it inside me. Does this make me hotly passionate, Father? If so, I wish then to learn of the other method of cleansing your prick."
"Lean down," he instructed me. "Take the head of my staff in your mouth. Lick it and suck upon it, as I did upon your quim. Use your tongue to insert in the little mouth of it. Draw upon the staff, love it with your mouth, your lips and your tongue. If you are the seed of my loins, as I think you are, you will know what to do."
I did as I was told. I first held the partly limp staff in my hand, using the fingers of my other hand to caress and stroke the wrinkled sac so that it might regain its fullness and its strength. I leaned down, yet stroking my father's staff, and touched the sticky head of it with the tip of my tongue. My father drew in a ragged breath, and the wide smile upon his face informed me that I was pleasing him. The taste was sweet to me, with a spicing of salt, and I took the entire head of it between my lips. My father lifted his ass a little, and I slid my mouth farther down upon the slim, now hardening staff. I felt the head of it growing, felt it prod the back of my throat, and lifted my head back so that I would not sicken.
My tongue tickled into the little mouth. I sucked upon the head and raced my tongue around the edges, pulling lovingly upon it so that it grew harder and stronger and my father began to shift his buttocks, taking my head between his hands and thrusting his staff back and forth into my mouth.
I sucked and licked. I pulled and caressed his sac with my hand, stroking his staff with the other. I drew him deeply into my mouth, trying to eat him, to devour him, to suck his power and strength into me. I felt him shudder; I felt him lift and lunge at me as he squeezed my head between his palms, and his sac swung up against my throat.
Once again I felt the spurting forth of his liquid passion, the ejaculation of his sensual love. It came against the back of my throat, but I did not stop my suctioning, did not cease my pulling upon it. He gave me all he had, and fell back limply, but his darling staff pulsed several more times, and I drew from that head each drop that he had left. I took him thusly again into my body, took his manhood and love, swallowing him as the best, the sweetest wine, and feeling the strength flood me.
"Enough!" my father cried out. "Take your mouth from me, girl, ere you drain me entirely. My backbone has weakened and my belly is drawn."
I took away my mouth, and my father's organ drooped over to lie supine upon his belly, shrunken and without life. "I am sorry, my father," I said. "I thought I was pleasing you."
"You do, you do," he gasped. "And you will please me more, my daughter. You will fuck me in other positions, in other manners, and we will take each other's organs into our mouths at the same time, so that we give mutual enjoyment.
We will diddle here in my rooms whenever I have the strength, and your father is a mighty diddler for his age, girl. Ask the house maids and the visiting prostitutes; ask your own aching quim for the truth of that."
"Oh my father," I said, "you are most wonderful to me; you honor me with your prick and mouth, and I will attempt to delight you in any poor fashion I may give you."
He lifted a hand to stroke my cheek. "You are a fine and obedient daughter, my child. You are a credit to your father, and to the hot passions of your mother. We will indeed spend many an hour of delight exploring each other's bodies, for I have yet many marvelous things to teach you, many sensations to show you."
I could not then believe there could be more thrills, but my dear father was wise, and in his wisdom, made me wish to learn. Saying this, the empress of Korea signalled that the evening was done.
CHAPTER THREE
Early in the mornings, I take my exercise, as always under the watchful eye of the palace guards. I run for perhaps an hour, lapping the pool and garden, the flowered bushes, trotting around and around inside the garden walls. Often, the guards, stupid and arrogant as ever, call down jeers at me, or toss small pebbles to irritate me. All the men in this country-with perhaps the exception of a mere handful-despise and fear me, as well as envy me. They envy my position as stud to their beauteous empress, and they have heard tales of my sexual prowess, stories of the size of my pizzle. They hate me for these things, as well as my being foreign, and from a group of Marines that thoroughly trounced their garrison at Kimpo.
Of course, by the time the simple-minded emperor Lee heard the report of our landing against the fortress which had fired upon our friendly vessel, the defeat had turned into a great victory, one that had driven we cowardly foreign dogs scuttling back to sea. The Koreans are prone to embroider the truth and twist it to suit their desires.
When I finished running that morning, I lay upon my back and performed many sit-ups; then I turned over and pushed my body from the ground many times, using the strength of my arms only. Sweating and loosened by my work, I then pushed and lifted great boulders placed in the garden for my convenience, straining to raise one monster stone above my head so that my bones creaked and my muscles stretched. I am no fool, to let my body go soft and gross, for my life depends upon my strength. And who knows but some day I may be able to break free from these savage guards who despise me so, and get to the sea where I may swim out to some passing civilized ship. The hope is always there in my breast, the dream that longs so for escape and return to the green hills of Worchester, Massachusetts.
Am I a dunce, to forfeit all this passionate and always-varied diddling, to run away from so many delectable cunnies and bungs and mouths? Most men would give up all hope of freedom, and all hope of life beyond a year or so, could they but attain a portion of what I already hold. Any man well hung and with normal passions would exchange his gold and jewels for what has become my duties. Very few individuals upon this earth have constant, interchanged sex offered them day and night, by women and girls of tender years, by men and boys, women married and unmarried. Few men ever taste the wild pleasures given by lasses so well trained in all the Oriental arts of screwing, and fewer yet are so fortunate as to diddle two or more women at the same time.
Yet would I escape from here, for I fear for the eventual loss of my manhood, and thusly, my very life. The headman's axe awaits me, do I incur the queen's displeasure, or the time arrives when I can no longer bring my pizzle erect in order to do its bounden duty. This can be a continuing worry to a man, although I am yet lucky for it has not affected my screwing to any great degree. There was one time, one doleful and frightening night when my poor overworked organ did not respond, did not leap to attention as always when presented the choice opportunity to enter a waiting quim, haired only with the lightest feathering and pulsing with juices. But I will write of that instance later, and of the events which followed. Meanwhile, I must try to make sense of this tale of woe, even though I do wander about in the telling sometimes.
Coming back onto the porch where I usually sleep, except when the weather grows cold, I found my darlings Kilja and Whaja and Soinah awaiting me with buckets of warmed and scented water, most eager to perform my morning ablutions. They are handmaidens to the queen, and have been most pleasingly instructed in the arts of comforts, as well as the sexual arts to inspire the efforts of both men and women.
The three girls bathed me, lingering long upon my testes and belly, murmuring endearments above my limp and dangling organ. As always, they made jokes about the thickness of yellow hair that grows lushly over my chest and belly, and turns into a veritable forest around my sac and into the crack of my buttocks. It is fairly thick down my thighs and over my calves, and occasions much wonder and merriment in this land where the men are hairless as boys, well-nigh; and where the women have but a wisping of delicate hairs upon their shapely quims. I allow the girls to shave me daily, for they are most careful and deft with the thin bladed knives kept sharp as any Germanic razor. Shave my face, that is to say, because here only the revered elders wear chin whiskers and moustaches, and so facial hair is considered a sign of age.
After my bath, I then stretched out upon a chimtae, a comforter padded with cotton and covered by bright designs in silk, and placed my head upon the curiously shaped pillow. In Korea, all pillows are long and narrow, and packed full by shelled rice. Not like the eiderdown pillows of a civilized land, but sommat comfortable after one gets used to them under the neck. I was ready for my morning massage.
Oiling my body completely with soothing and fragrant oils, the three girls began to rub my skin, to knead my flesh and loosen my tendons, to strengthen my muscles. One was at my head, working upon my neck and shoulders; another was at my feet, rubbing my toes and preparing to work up over my ankles, calves and knees. Yet another girl had started upon my fingertips, my hand, my wrist. She would massage to the shoulder before changing arms, and continue to work upon my receptive flesh until the other were done. Then I would be turned over, and the whole process began once more upon that windward side. It is a most stimulating custom, this ammah, this daily massage, especially if it be performed with love and sommat eager anticipation, with sensual little ticklings and hot breaths upon my neck and into my ear. There are times my staff rises erect and swells itself, times when its head blooms like a red, red rose, in the midst of these caresses and ministrations and at those times I simply take whichever girl has caught my fancy, in whatever method I happen to desire at the moment.
When this occurs, which I must confess is more often than not, the girls not chosen do not sulk. Rather, they are glad for the one who has been chosen, and pitch in with a will to assist her, and myself, in every way possible. Consider this: I have turned Soinah (the youngest and smallest of the handmaidens) over onto her hands and knees, and penetrated her quivering, bedewed cunnie from the rear, like a rampant stallion, thrusting into her whilst holding to her elegantly shaped buttocks and grunting out my passions with long, impaling strokes.
Then I have flinched from the hot, nipping play of a mouth upon my dangling sac. Kilja has slid between my spread knees so that she has her face upturned to capture my sac and betimes caress both Soinah's bubbly quim (and most naturally, the shaft of my sliding rod) with her trained tongue. Mayhap then Whaja will approach us, spreading her legs and standing above and across the heaving Soinah; she is ready to feed me either tit or cunnie, whichever I indicate I desire at the time. I have often changed from one to the other, tasting them in turn whilst I rammed the meat to the moaning girl with her bum positioned twit my thighs.
But I have also at moments ordered the girl around behind me, to hold my head against her belly and tits and had her grind her cunnie into my back, hunching to try and find her gooders upon my sweaty flesh as she could, while I was both licked and encunted below. Of course, on such mornings, I was forced to have another bath afterwards.
Breakfast then-and it varied as I wished, but most often eggs and pork either chipped into a sauce or fried crisply; rice and any fruits and melons in season; potatoes baked to steamy goodness ; berries and the inevitable kimchi; fresh corn boiled upon the cob and salted. As nibblers, I had peanuts, both boiled in heavily salted waters, and baked, and little dried fishes, and sun baked squid-which is surprisingly good. I had clear water to drink, or rice-water, or wines made from grapes or rice, brandies from apples and peaches, whiskies from rice, and a weak, flat form of beer I did not much care for.
What more can any man ask, you say? Food and drink and women all about; exercises and baths, massages and entertainments (of all I had to do was but ask, and court musicians were sent for, and dancers, and jugglers most deft and bewildering.) There was also study for me, hours set aside for instructions from teachers of the Korean language, customs and history. I have become quite proficient in the spoken tongue, having long had an ear for foreign languages, and a mind quick to catch and memorize phrasings. Also, away from the queen's presence, I was often helped along by the savagery of the guards, who struck me with sword handles or bamboo staves, did I mispronounce any word. I shall have more to say of these primitive curs later, for I did not whine to the empress of my mistreatments, but finally handled them on my own.
This day, the queen had business elsewhere, and but stopped in after breakfast to say that we were free to entertain ourselves as we wished until the morrow, when she would return from Kimpo. The empress is a wise and strong woman, make no mistake about that; she runs the country through her simpleton husband, and woe betide any warrior prince who may decide he can usurp the throne in Seoul. Min Bi sends either assassins or troops loyal to her, and heads roll, villages burn with the crops in the fields, peasants are strung up and left to the ravens.
But to more pleasant pursuits: Soinah clapped her hands when the queen had gone, and said merrily: "The day and the night-all ours!
What new thing shall we do, what new act can we perform?"
Kilja eyed me with sultry glances. "Mayhap poor Mengsu needs his rest more than he needs love; mayhap the Great Beast is very, very tired." Whaja giggled. "From the worn appearance of his organ at bath this morning, he may never be rested enough again."
I reached out and slapped her upon the rump and she skipped away. Reclining upon cushions beside the tables, I smiled at the court-at my court for the day and night, for they were mine to command, to have serve me in any fashion I so decreed. The handmaidens were here with me, but the Kim family was in another apartment, and I thought most lovingly of the pleasures given me by the smallest and youngest member, adorable and beautiful young Chuni, the ten-year-old fuckeress who had stretched her darling tiny cunnie to envelop my swollen rod.
It was Soinah's turn to giggle. Pointing, she said, "Not true, for look-the staff turns rigid again."
It was true; merely thinking of the child had drawn passion into my rod, and it was near erect once more. I laughed with the girls and drank thirstily of the wine prepared for me. Reminding myself that I should be fair, that I should give pleasure as well as take it to myself, and recalling that I might someday need the good will of all three handmaidens, I gave up thoughts of immediately screwing the tender quim of the luscious little Chuni, and put the question to them as to what we should do with the Kim family for the day.
"I do not know," Kilja said; she is the taller and slimmer pf the three, and the one more inclined to the use of her mouth upon the organs of either men or women. "It was of much interest to me to watch them screwing yesterday. The father had bunged his son, but not his daughters; the son had screwed the small girl, but not the older one, nor yet his mother. But Mengsu here has already rodded both daughters and the dam; that leaves him only the boy, but I do not think his great organ can fit into the lad's bung, without splitting him open like a butcher's pig." Whaja shook her head. "I do not agree; the husband's prick is quite large, is it not? Not the size of Mengsu's organ, but big."
Soinah smiled. "I also noticed the size of Kim Kuni's staff. I think we are all sommat anxious to try it upon ourselves, for a man who will rod his son will most surely be of a lasting and passionate nature, and as we saw yester eve, be most eager to fuck any hole presented to him. Still, since simple diddling is much too tame for all of us here, we must think of something better."
I said, "The little one needs much training, and indeed-so do they all. Suppose we undertake to give them teaching. Soinah-you are the youngest among us. Can you instruct the lad in the art of thrilling your cunnie with his tongue.
Laughing, she said she thought she could. I asked the same of Whaja, but her student was to be the lass Chuni, and I proposed to give the man Tani to Kilja, so she could compare the sizes of our organs. That left me with the older daughter Sooni and her mother Sunya. "Call in the Kim family," I said.
They came almost fearfully, and the father had absorbed sommat from the drunken orgy of the night before; the mother was narrow eyed, yet angered by her husband's betrayal; the boy was downcast, but the small bulge in his pantaloons said he was ready for more. The older girl was not so sullen as she had been, and swung her hips with invitation as she entered upon the terrace. The child Chuni was fresh cheeked and beautiful as ever, smiling at me with blushing cheeks and lowered lashes.
I told them what was expected of them, and asked if they wished first to be fortified with wines and whiskies. The mother nodded and drank off two bowls of sojn, as did the man Kuni; the others simply betook themselves to their ordered mates. The handmaidens stripped themselves of their silken robes and lay back upon the pillows with their thighs spread and their knees up; Soinah beckoned to the lad and set him to work at her cunnie, guiding him by hand and word to the spot of joy he could most stimulate for her.
Whaja called over to the lovely Chuni, and the lass went most willingly to her task between the golden thighs of the beauteous Whaja, snuggling to the courtesan's quim with love and a growing rapture.
Slim and gleaming nakedly, Kilja held up her arms to the man Kuni, and he lay upon her to stroke and caress her, as she taught him first the arts of the French method of kissing, a thing new to him. His goodly sized organ grew swollen and ready, and the artful Kilja fondled it with dexterity, squeezing and stroking and cupping the testes as well. I watched with interest as he pant-ed over her breasts, as he cupped her buttocks, and then with a cry, threw himself upon her lifting body to plunge his rod into her waiting, dampened cunnie.
"The old bullock," his wife muttered, standing near me with her large (for a Korean) titties exposed and her plump thighs spread apart. "Look at him," she said to her elder daughter, "look at your father ram that palace wench as if he had not screwed for months. It is a disgrace, when I-and now you--can give him all the quim he can possibly use, and more. To say nothing of his bunging son."
The girl Sooni looked at me expectantly, her nicely shaped breasts heaving with barely restrained lust, her smooth belly flexing above a cunnie that was beginning to shine with dew. "Oh Mother, but look at the great prick of Mengsu; see how its head shines so red, so pulsing; see the golden hair so thick upon his sac and belly. Look, Mother, and recall how wonderful it felt within our quims but yesterday."
"Yes," she said, the mother now staring at my staff between darting looks at where her husband was plunging his staff in and out of the pliable Kilja, who was fucking him back with much practiced energy. "Yes-and think how your father frowned when this huge barbarian stuck it into both of us, but he never left off his own screwing. Very well, then, let us give this great savage a fucking he will never forget-nor will those who see it."
With determination, Sunya advanced upon me and pushed me gently over onto my back. Placing herself upon one side and her daughter upon the other, she began to lick my body, signaling her daughter to do the same, and in a manner of moments, the two wenches had me twisting and turning like a corkscrew rolled upon the floor. One darted her tongue under my armpit; the other nibbled along my rib cage. One fastened her pulling lips upon my nipple; the other ran her hot, damp tongue into my navel. Each of them was fondling my body, stroking and petting me, and their faces met at that center of all carnal joy, my staff.
The mother took my sac unto herself, allowing her daughter the pleasures of my staff. Sunya then pulled my sac into her mouth, spreading wide her lips to receive it, and using her tongue and teeth to tickle my testes most assiduously. Sooni took the very tip of the head of my rod into her soft lips, making little darting motions with the hot tip of her tongue, and soon forced that tongue tip down into the miniature lips of my prick. I could not help but lift my buttocks and to thrust a bit into that caress, and I took her head between my hands to do so.
"Ah, Great Beast," she murmured, "you taste of manhood, of many cunts penetrated. You taste very strong."
And all the while, her words, her breath was tickling my rod. Then she left off talking, and her mother nodded approval, while she clung sucking to my sac; then she pulled the entire head of it into her gasping mouth and began to suck upon it, licking her quick, tickling tongue around the swollen and spongy head. I began to roll my arse, to hold her darling head whilst I fucked it, for fuck it I did, beginning long, lifting strokes into her mouth, pushing the head past her teeth and her tongue and back into her throat, where the clinging velvet was.
Sunya pulled upon my sac, her fingers gone around between my buttocks to tickle at my bung, and she squirmed hotly over my lower legs pushing her steamy cunnie against my shinbones, rubbing her tits where she could against my flesh. I stared at her face as she devoured my testes, and saw her hand come around to find and finger into her daughter's cunnie, slipping inside it immediately as the girl began to hunch upon it. Then I knew where Sooni had lost her maidenhead; when I first screwed her the night before, she had been no virgin, but neither had she known the art of fucking a man. Her own dam had diddled her, gone into her young cunt with fingers and perhaps her mouth. Therefore it was most natural to assume that the girl had done the same to her mother. I would see them as they were won't to be, lying with each cunnie to each mouth, or each with a hand inside the other's quim.
But for the nonce I was busy pouring the meat upwards into the girl's suctioning mouth, for she would draw out all my male strength, and was hard at it, being helped considerably by the dam rolling my testes between her teeth and fingering my bung. It was not long in coming, my release. I felt it racing over and up my legs and belly, then held tightly to the girl's head as I shoved my prick up into her throat and loosed the leaping spurt there as the head rammed and pulsed. She took it all, the darling lass, and her dam clenched down upon my sac in the rapture of knowing her daughter had just taken my gooders.
Then Sunya released my sac and rolled atop me, climbed me like a fallen tree as her daughter moved back, taking my broadside of sperm with her. She was ravenous with desire, this mother of diddlers, and she squatted over me to clamp her quim onto my still dripping rod. With a downward thrust, she took it all into her womb, took it all the way up to that little cup in the far end of her velvet, slippery cunnie.
"I will fuck you now, Great Beast. Hold my arse in your hands; twist my cunt upon your monstrous prick; pack it into me so that I may faint with joy. No man ever screwed me thusly. Ahah-this is paradise. I feel it within me; I feel it move, and its great head thrust against my cunt. Ah-ah-such a screwer you are, Great Beast; such a grand and glorious prick. I feel your balls upon my arsehole; and now-now-my daughter. My daughter Sooni-would you have her young cunnie to eat while you stab this huge prick into the mother?"
I smiled acceptance, and the girl came gladly to poise her wet quim over my face, to put a tender, smooth thigh upon each side of my jaws, and as I stared up into that oily, near-hairless slit, she brought it down upon my mouth. I stuck my tongue into it, tasting its juices, and the dam rocked back and forth, up and down upon my prick. The two women were facing each other then-one seated upon my staff, and the other seated upon my rigid tongue. They began to take turns sucking each other's teats, moaning and whispering endearments to each other and to me as we all were getting our pleasures.
The mother Sunya rocked faster upon my staff, and the daughter Sooni cried out in rapture as I nipped her joy button between my teeth and lanced my tongue rapidly over it and around it. My cheeks were wet with her adorable fluids, and my belly was wet by her mother's juices. Sunya began to hammer her cunnie upon my staff, and Sooni ground her quim into my chin, into my teeth, and I felt the heaving surge begin within it as the sweet lips crushed to my mouth.
We came together-the mother and the daughter and me, their mutual fucker. Sunya cried aloud to her husband, watching from beside the table: "I come, I discharge, I give my juices to this huge prick inside me!"
And the man's daughter called out: "Oh yes, Father-I come, also, upon this lovely barbarian's tongue inside me!"
Kim Kuni merely nodded as I took my mouth away from his elder daughter's quim, as I withdrew my red and greased prick from within his wife's cunt. As his two women began to cleanse me, and indeed I was for the moment lying panting and spent, the man rose and approached us.
I sat up, watching him closely, knowing full well I am big and strong enough to break him in twain, but careful nonetheless. His own naked organ dangling limply and fairly long betwixt his thighs, Kim Kumi squatted beside us and touched my still stiff rod with one fingertip.
"My wife and daughter Sooni-they are excellent fucks, are they not? I did not know my daughter was so proficient in the use of her mouth, but I will have her show me. And my loving wife-do you not enjoy the fashion in which she shakes her ass when she is nearing her gooders? Does not her cunt clench mightily upon your prick, and her juices flood hotly down to wet even your sac?"
"Yes," I said, "your women are excellent screwers, Kim Kuni, and a credit to you. I have enjoyed them much."
"The younger girl, now," he nodded toward where the darling Chuni was washing off the quim she had learned to suck. "I would not have thought a staff so great as yours could fit within her little cunnie. She is the only one of my family I have not yet screwed, Mengsu. Do you suppose, if I were careful entering that sweet box-"
"Of course," I said. "She is a born fuckeress, that little lass. Plenty of oils and a slow stick, and she will cavort upon her father's rod with no less pleasure that she twisted upon mine."
The man smiled. "We will be good friends, Mengsu. I never thought this, of any man who has so packed my wife and my children with his golden prick, but it is true. We will happily fuck each other's women. You hear, wife? You understand, Sooni? Fuck this man your best; give him your asses, your mouths, your quims, for he is my friend."
I shook hands with the man, and the handmaidens clapped, laughing and making jokes. His tool regaining its erection, Kim Kuni moved off to his younger daughter. He would but warm that little quim for me.
CHAPTER FOUR
Drained for the nonce and relaxed naked, with my head pillowed upon the thinned thighs of the handmaiden Whaja, cleansed and wiped and refreshed by glasses of soju, I lay and watched as the man Kim Kuni approached his youngest child. He had not as yet screwed her, even though his lusty passions had caused him earlier to bung his son, and to diddle his older daughter at command of the queen. And, having seen me first stuff his hotly panting wife with my huge organ, he was nothing loath to mount that familiar quim made juicier by my recent release of sperm. Indeed, Kuni was a mighty screwer, and the man was to become a most welcome addition to our court.
Although I have had no little instructions in the uses of words, and am sommat proud of my literary talents, I cannot find a steady flowing of words to constantly describe the glowing, the appetizing beauty of the tiny young girl Chuni, youngest daughter of the eager fucker Kim Kuni. Already, I had eaten of that tasteful little quim, and had gently forced my mighty engine into its tightly gripping envelope to loose a flooding of gooders into the darling cunnie. And though I have screwed many, many women and a goodly sampling of boys and men, still would I be more likely, given my choosings, to diddle the young lass. Indeed, I had only seen but one lass more cunningly designed for the screwing, one lass of more tender years and tender ass that I would prefer to stuff my rod into, and that one be the beauteous Nellie, my own loved sister I was forced to leave in the village of Worchester.
To fuck my own blood was ever more sensuous to me, and I shall have tales to tell of this, further along in this narrative. My darling sister Nellie has always been my favorite screwing, but mine auntie, and also the two times I had the opportunity to diddle my dam, these were also very enjoyable fuckings. I speak now of this to illustrate the great passion that was well nigh choking the man Kim Kuni as he approached his tiny daughter where she lay stretched naked upon the floor of the palace.
I envied the man the first touch of that exquisite cunnie, the first tremulous feelings of her smoothly shaped arse, the initial touches of the velveted insides of her small, lovely thighs. Not a single hair did she show upon the fuck-reddened lips of her toothsome quim; not a single blemish marred the dainty beauty of that fragile skin. Smiling, the tiny girl lay upon her back and smiled up at her father as he came near to her and squatted down beside her.
His tool hung limply for the nonce, but began to stiffen shortly after he started to run his hands over his daughter with love and admiration. He stroked her with gentle caresses, so that she wiggled her luscious little bum and hoisted her savory quim higher toward him. Kim Kuni leaned over her, licking and kissing her small, quivering body, passing his tongue over her barely nippled breasts and down to search into her navel. She murmured endearments to him and petted his head as he licked into her pulsing little cunnie.
Whaja's thighs contracted beneath my head, and she stroked my cheek. "Is she not a darling child?" Whaja asked of me. "Does she not love her father? See how she is caressing his staff, how she lifts her adoring quim for the loving of his mouth."
And Chuni's own mother sat with her rounded arse touching my knee, nodding approval and smiling in pride as her husband prepared to screw her daughter before the eyes of the multitude of watchers. The man's staff arose, stood straight, and before long, he spread the cheeks of his daughter's round little ass, spread her shapely small legs and crawled between them to mount her. Carefully, he inserted the reddened head of his rod against the quivering lips of her hairless cunnie; there was oil aplenty upon his prick and sac, and her quim gleamed with it. I knew also that she still held in her tender womb the gleanings of my own pole, all warm and slippery, and that this lubrication would ease the entrance of her loving father's prick.
The little lass assisted the entrance in every way; she gyrated her bum and held wide her legs; she arched her back so that he could find her quim opening more readily, and she thrust back at him so that her cunnie enclosed that rigid pole inch by pushing inch until it was all seated within her trembling body, the wrinkled sac pressed tightly against her bung, the length and breadth of the prick buried deeply into that so sweetly throbbing cunnie.
"Ah," breathed her mother, eyes a stare at the thrilling sight of her husband rodding her tender daughter, "Ah, Mengsu-my Chuni is a most loving child. See there-observe how warmly her quim clenches upon her father's rod. Look closely, and watch how enjoyably she rotates her little bum, how she spreads her small thighs to receive the full benefits of her father's lunges. And how he thrusts into her, that mighty rod probing into her young womb! Our child is very beautiful, is she not? Her bum shines, and her tiny quim stretches to its fullest. Look there how the juices gleam upon her thighs. Her little cunnie is running over with love liquids."
The lap I lay my head upon was becoming steamy, also. I saw my own well-used staff beginning to harden itself, and indeed, all the many watchers were stirring themselves, fingering betwixt their thighs. I thought that our empress would have enjoyed this scene immensely, and that it would of course needs be reenacted in its entirety for her when she returned from her business trip of state.
"Such a cunnie!" cried out the man, thrusting full into it and withdrawing almost to the tip of the head of his staff turned all red and slickened by the rhythm of its immersions. "Such a darling hole, so wet and clinging! Oh, how it vibrates upon my prick! How it sucks upon my head. Lovely, lovely, and so hot within. Ah, my beautiful lass-lift your bum a bit more, so that you may screw your father better."
"Yes, my father-oh yes, yes!" The tiny lass cried out in rapture as she approached her gooders, and flung her daintily shaped arse around in the violence of her passion. She rotated lustily upon her father's staff, grinding her hairless pelvis into his and shaking her bum with much devotion.
In turn, the man hammered his meat steadily into her, thrusting and stabbing, pulling back and pushing in, the rhythm of his strokes increasing to match the fervor of the fuck-maddened little wench gone mad beneath his sweaty body.
His legs stiffened out and his strokes ceased; at the same moment, the little girl flung her legs high and rolled her head back, making one final grind of her cunt upon him.
"See! See!" cried the Kim woman in her excitement. "See how his sac pulsed to send forth the stream of juice to wash her womb. See how his prick thickened at the base, even though it was clutched so tightly by my daughter's quim. Ahh-but I envy her that spurting of hot foam, even though it has a thousand times come squirting into my own cunnie."
"And I envy my sister also!" said the sister. "Our father has a mighty tool, and stirs it so deftly within our cunnies."
The boy spoke up how: "I envy my father," he said. "For it was I who first spread Chuni's cunnie, I who first forced a prick into her. Without my efforts, that great rod of our father's would not have gone inside. It would have ripped her open. And that monstrous rod of Mengsu-she would have died from it."
"Braggart," said his mother, cupping her swollen breasts in both hands and smiling at the little pizzle standing erect between the boy's legs. "How energetic you have been, sneaking about and screwing your little sister, whilst your horny father sneaked about and bunged you at every opportunity. How is it you never thought of your dam, and your elder sister?"
The boy fingered his pizzle and darted glances about him at all the exposed quims made steamy by the sensuous act given by father and daughter. "I-I thought often of you both," he said hesitatingly. "I have often crept to the little window and peeped in to watch father put his great thing into you, my mother. I have played with myself while I stared at how your warm quim took him inside it, and how your round bum quivered and shook itself in delight. But I did not dare attempt you; I did not dare compete with that great rod of my father's. I thought you would laugh at me and beat me, for my pizzle is so small. And as for my elder sister-well, I have also seen how you and she have fingered each other, how you both pant and contort your faces and lunge upon each other's hands with your cunnies.
"Very often have I longed to rush in upon you and ram my pizzle into the nearest quim, be it my dam's or my elder sister's. I longed to screw you both until I could screw no more, and would faint from the overwhelming pleasures of my exertions and the juicy adorations of your cunts."
The girl Sooni put out a hand and took her brother by the rod. "How poetic, my brother, and all the while, we never knew. Come my darling brother, and I will give you the cunnie you watched as it was fingered by our dam. Come, and I will have you fuck me in as many ways as you may desire; I will assist you in getting this darling little staff into my bung, should you so wish, and after you have diddled both bung and quim until you are gone all limp, then will I take it into my mouth and suck heartily upon it until it turns rigid again and looses its little young sperm for me in such a manner."
The woman looked at me. "This is permissible, Mengsu?"
"All is permissible," I said, smiling. Mother Sunya, you may have your choice of diddling her. You may choose any of these lovely handmaidens to eat your quim, whilst you do the same to theirs.
May I recommend the beauteous Kilja for anything, for any sport, to do with the mouth? She is most expert there."
The handmaiden Soinah giggled. "My choice is the husband there, soon as he betakes his staff out of his daughter and readies it for my own eager cunnie."
Whaja flexed her lovely legs beneath my head. "And you, Mengsu? You will not disappoint us again? It is most enjoyable, I will admit, to screw the new ones, the husband and wife and their offspring. But in truth, there is only the boy left to you, for newness. And you must not forget your attentions to us of the court-to me, Mengsu, if you please. I have much need of your great staff, after watching all this screwing going on about us. My quim aches with this need, and my belly fair cries out in pain for the wanting of your beautiful rod. Will you not give it to me, Great Beast?"
I saw the boy crawl atop his elder sister and cram his pizzle into her with great and eager excitement, and I saw how she received him with much love and a slow gyration of her sleekly rounded bum. I saw also the movement with which Kim Kuni took his prick from his daughter's lovely quim, and how it slipped into view all gleaming from the mingled liquids he had left inside her.
And I watched with delight as Sunya positioned herself with the always ready Kilja, each head to each quim, the tongues darting out to begin the mutual adoration of cunnies.
This left but the father Kim, now being approached by a squirming Soinah for her turn at the staff, and the little lass Chuni. But the girl needed some rest, and would learn more by lying still and watching the events taking place all about her.
"Of course I will give you my rod," I said to Whaja, and turned over to begin kissing her warmly steaming quim. I nibbled but briefly at its lips, and tasted into it but for a few moments, running my tongue about her joy button until she hunched once in a swift gooder.
Then I left the delights of her quim and kissed up along her belly to her navel, reversing the procedure sommat. She spread her knees to allow my body to move between them, and she began to rub her quim eagerly against my chest, thence my belly, and hurrying down to place it against my staff. She rode thusly along the length of my rod, sliding her dampened cunnie back and forth so that she pressed lightly with her button upon the long and slippery meat.
By then I had reached her tits, and took them one by one into my mouth, tonguing and licking and finally sucking each of the rigid nipples until the girl's body writhed in the fever of her lusts. When I lifted to bite her throat and at last fasten my open mouth to her open mouth, our darting tongues met each other in a frenzy of gladness.
Shifting her buttocks, the lovely Whaja set her trained cunnie against the swollen and sommat aching head of my staff, and with an educated twist, pulled it into the lips of her hotly grasping organ. It was like coming home, for I had diddled this beautiful quim many times before, and my prick knew each convolution of the womb it nestled within.
She wriggled her sweet arse, and my rod slipped to its full length within her. I felt my testes caress the crack of her bum, and felt the lipping of her quim upon the hairy mounding at the root of my rod. Moving slowly and luxuriously together, we screwed in the conventional manner, me atop her, with her slim legs lifted and hooked at the ankles across the small of my back. I fed it to her in gentle thrusts, and she lifted her arse in answering pushes and pretty grinds, while our mouths stayed locked together in the French fashion of kissing with tongues.
Over across the room, the woman Sunya and the handmaiden Kilja were most busily engaged at mouthing each other's cunnies, their legs locked about their heads and their hands cupping buttocks.
The man Kim Kuni had managed yet another erection and was being ridden like a horse by the lovely Soinah, her talented arse wriggling joyously at each raising and lowering of her merry bum upon the man's creamy staff.
Nearby, but with room enough to move about, lay the girl Sooni with her little brother locked between her plumpish legs, her rounded thighs holding him tightly and her arse going tic-tic-tic whilst he held blissfully with his mouth to one of her nipples, and held just as joyfully to her arse with both hands. The lad rammed his pizzle into her with a steady and commendable stroking, hunching and grunting with pleasure at this first screwing of his elder sister.
The little lass Chuni was sitting up, nibbling at a slice of melon. Her dark and sloe eyes flicked from her father to her mother, lingered upon her sister and brother as they pounded to their gooders, and flicked over to rest upon Whaja and myself as we screwed in gentle devotion in the simple fashion. Her small body gleamed with the sweat of her recent exertions, and her mouth looked swollen from kisses and lust. I could yet see a glimmering of juices where they were not yet dry upon her darling quim and between her tender thighs.
She watched me lay it into Whaja, and her eyes devoured our screwing as her mouth devoured the slice of melon she ate. I knew then that I had been originally correct, that this small and delicately moulded child was a born fuckeress, ever eager for the pricking, ever ready to suck or be sucked. Her entire life would be dedicated, as was that of the Empress Min, to the pursuits of sexual pleasures, and she would give better than she received. Aye, thought I, a most naturally born fuckeress, and one who would delight a thousand pricks in her time, most of them a hundred times over.
Beneath me, I could feel the girl Whaja reaching for her gooders, feel the flexing deep within her frothy quim that bespoke the coming of ecstasy, and I smiled at the watching little girl as I laid my rod full into the woman hunching and twisting upon it. It rammed the far end of her clenching womb, and was nipped down upon by the little mouth buried so far back there. I held the head into her and ground my buttocks to give her more joy, and soon I felt the rushing forth of her love lotions, the bubbly releasing of her carnal juices so slippery and adoring.
This time, I withheld mine own gooders, concentrating instead upon the darkly eager look in the girl's watching eyes, and so did fool my partner who relaxed supinely under me as I gave a lingering, twisting push into her shuddering cunnie and stopped pumping for the nonce.
I was saving myself, gathering my strength for some other things that had come to the forefront of my fevered mind. I had not as yet tasted the boy's bung with my rod, and there were raptures yet to come with the lass Chuni-such as teaching her to mouth my staff. And I was yet very interested in putting this family of Kims into combinations that would delight the eye of the carnal expert.
I lifted myself from the lovely and gratified Whaja, slipping my staff from within her cunnie as it tried to cling to the head. With a regretful sigh, Whaja opened her eyes and smiled at me, then bent her efforts immediately to cleansing my groin, to washing my sac and the hairy mounding, to laving my lower belly with warm and scented waters, then drying me with soft towels. She filled a bowl with soju and waited until I had quaffed it down; she filled the bowl again and thanked me for the generous pricking I had just bestowed upon her. I nodded and looked at the still interlocked forms of the woman Sunya and the handmaiden Kilja.
They entwined one with the other, thighs clenched about heads, faces buried deeply within quims, buttocks clenched and stroked and legs lashing about in an ever growing frenzy of passions building to a climax. As I stared at them, they moaned and kicked out their feet and pushed their bellies out while betimes they ate ever deeper of the quims. Their cries of completion muffled by the juiciness of encompassing cunnies, they strained against each other and then fell back surfeited and limp.
The man Kim Kuni was still at it-or mayhap it was the continuing energies of the bouncing Soinah as she cavorted upon his prone body. The girl rode him yet, lifting and dropping back, and wriggling her soft bum in the joys of attack and retreat. Knowing Soinah so well, I knew that she had reached orgasm several times already, but that she would continue to ride the man's tool until he withdrew it by brutal force from her always hungry cunnie, or until it dropped lax in total surrender. And by the looks of Kim Kuni's strained face, that time was swift approaching.
The lad had changed positions, and was now rutting heartily into his elder sister's bung as she positioned herself upon her hands and dimpled knees to allow him access to her rump. Because his pizzle was so small, Kim Tani had no trouble inserting it into her tight bung, and with the aid of some fragrant oils, was pumping it back and forth into her rear entranceway.
Sooni swung her rear to please him, and to take his little rod more fully into her end. It was her first experience thusly, as all could see, but she was learning to enjoy the sensations of a rigid staff probing into her bowels. A true fuckeress of any age appreciates a bunging almost as much as an encunting, and a sucking as much as either.
I watched them finish their screwing, and drank more rice whiskey, anticipating the combinations I had put together in my mind for them all. Meanwhile, we must needs eat and drink heartily, to increase our strength
CHAPTER FIVE
The empress came home late that evening, before I had the opportunity to test my methods of involving the family Kim in more interesting connections betwixt themselves, with added dollops of myself and the handmaidens mixed in.
Min Bi swept through the palace grounds amid a fanfare of trumpets and a rolling of skin drums, so that all within knew full well that her mission, mysterious though it had been, was a complete success. Her guards cantered about on horseback, and her pikemen clashed their staves with approval. Her bowmen, an entire phalanx of them, armored and helmeted, marched bearing flaming torches around and about the palace's walls, making the night ring with warrior chants.
Even I, set against the Korean soldier as I am, felt stirred and moved by the pomp and ceremony of the queen's return triumphant. And in truth, as she came regally into her bedroom apartments wherein we had all cavorted during her absence, indeed I counted her my own monarch, in my heart as well as in the reality of my enforced captivity to her.
The queen waved away her bodyguards with an imperious gesture, and strode into her own chambers as the great oaken door swung closed behind her. I went immediately to her, naked though I was, and kneeled before her to press my lips to the back of her small and shapely hand, my head bowed and humble. "Welcome, my queen," I said.
She touched my hair, and the handmaidens fluttered about her, taking her cloak and loosening her bodice, removing her komu-shin, the travel stained rubber shoes.
"Why, Mengsu," she said softly, "how touching. You have never bowed thusly to me ere now, nor have you called me your queen."
"From the first," I said, "you have truly been the queen of my heart, but now I acknowledge you to be my regent, also. I am at your command, my queen."
She stroked my hair and bade me rise. Then, moving forward to a bath being hurriedly prepared for her by the handmaidens, she asked what I had been doing, since we were all naked and with the obvious marks of love upon us.
There was a tenderness in my heart for this womanly queen. She is most beautiful, truly an empress among all women, cunningly made and always a delight to the eye and senses. She moves so gracefully, with such lightly slumbering passion, that all men's eyes are drawn to her as she passes, and in all men's minds dwells the dream that mayhap, by some far chance, mayhap they might possess this paragon of feminine beauty, that they might-somehow-be so singularly blessed as to be allowed the touch of her belly or the caress of her inspiring haunches.
"We have been making love, my empress," said I, escorting her to the marbled tub wherein the handmaidens were busily pouring heated water.
"Tell me all," she said, and smilingly accepted my offer to remove her clothing. As I unbelted the queen's gown and drew it over her head, I told her in as much detail as I could muster of the events which had taken place here in her private bed chambers since she had been gone upon her successful journey of state.
Her handmaidens testing the heat of the water first, they then helped her lower her lovely naked body into the scented waters, and I confess that I eyed the slight wisping of queenly hair upon the adorably shaped cunnie with as much anticipation now as when I had first laid wondering eyes upon it, during those first trying hours of my captivity.
"May I bathe you, my regent?" I asked, and the handmaidens glanced quickly one at the other, wondering. "Allow me, girls," said I. "I do not seek to deprive you of the joys of attending Min Bi, but rather to pamper myself by the task, clumsy though I shall be at it."
"Great Beast, you may bathe me," the queen said, and the handmaidens stepped back. Back of the tables, which were now being newly laden with many varieties of meat, fish and vegetables, as well as mounds of snowy rice and helpings of melons and berries, back there crouched the family Kim, the two daughters and the son, the husband and the wife. They were yet wide-eyed at all this plenty, at the affluence of foods and wines never seen at their own bare table back in their home city of Pusan. The Korean farmer seldom eats meat, but for tiny flakes of it embedded in a holiday rice. What pork and fowl he raises, along with some scrawny and miserably worked cow, these meats are sent to market, or to the larder of his landlord, for taxes.
I set to the enjoyable labor of giving the empress her bath. With a bar of dainty, perfumed soap brought by merchant ship from some far clime, I made bubbled froth upon a soft cloth and began to lave the queen's naked flesh. I took great care to be gentle, kneeling at the side of the sunken tub set into the floor, and stroking her back and neck first, lathering her skin generously, then proceeding to her shoulders.
She lay back, lifting her rounded arms to rest them spread wide upon the tiled rim of the great tub, and presented me her front to soap. My hands trembled so that I dropped the cloth into the water, but I cupped bubbles aplenty over her slick breasts, not being able to desist from thumbing the risen nipples and slightly flattening the delicious mounds beneath my palms. The queen's tits are so shapely, so made for fondling and feeling, so designed for the adoration of tongue and lips.
Laughing, she brought one fingertip about and touched it to the swollen head of my staff, pulsing in obvious eagerness so near to her. "In a moment, Great Beast," she laughed. "But I must needs be cleansed of road dirt, washed clean of the grime of travel. Reach you down here as I spread my legs, and wash me thus-oh Mengsu, you stallion! Your staff quivers so that I fear I will be drenched with its spurting juice. Wash my legs, Mengsu-ah, so gentle and tender for so huge a man. Yes, and I will turn so that you may cleanse my buttocks-Mengsu! Did you not screw anyone while I was gone?"
I cupped her dainty buttocks and fingered ever so delicately into the crack of her arse with my soapy hands, delighting in the slippery feel of her flesh. "Yes, my queen," I answered her query, "I screwed the mother and the sister and Whaja, and was eaten, also. The little wench-ah, but there is a piece. Still," I hastened to add, "my rod hardens at the touch of your lovely bum, and I would kiss your flesh from head to toe. See how my staff throbs for entrance into your lovely quim, for it is as if I were yet a virgin, unscrewed by any. You are truly the most delightful to screw, my screw."
She turned her beautiful face over one soapy shoulder and lifted a foot for me to wash. "The little wench, though-the small bitch?"
"Indeed a bitch," I agreed, taking care to soap her feet with energy and attention. "Indeed a lovely little bitch, born to the screw and ever ready for the feel of the prick, be it her father's staff, her brother's pizzle, or that of a stranger-mine. Yet she is not the same diddling as my queen; she is very young and so tender, like a chick from the hen, and she is most hot within, most eager to fuck. Yet your quim and your beautiful lips are those of the woman ripened, the woman at full bloom of her fucking, and your experience makes you by far the more desirable screwing, my queen. None are so beautiful, none are so hot as Min Bi."
"You are become a courtier," the queen said, "but you also remain a stallion, so that you are not one of those palace fops. Strong Mengsu, large Mengsu-so muscled and so ready to make love. What shall I do for you, Great Beast?"
"Make love to me," I said promptly. "For that is the greatest boon you may give me, my queen." Shrewdly, her almond eyes stared up at me. "A greater boon than your freedom, Mengsu?" I dropped my face. "The queen knows me well."
"I cannot set you free," she said. "Not now; not just yet-and I do not know whether I would if it were possible, for you are my great stallion; you are my lover, my screwer, the man who fucks me better than any man has yet done. I do not think I would give up your prick, Mengsu, even if affairs in my country were at a different ebb. Is this life so difficult for you, then?"
I looked straight at her. "I would lie, if I were to say I do not long to look upon the green hills of my own country, Min Bi. But I have also a deep and lasting feeling toward you-a feeling that goes beyond the rigidness of my staff. I shall always crave the comfort of your quim and the delights of your body, but I shall also forever hold the spirit of you dear to me-no matter if I be in your country or in my own."
''Well said," the queen answered. "Truly spoken like the man you are, Mengsu. And now-" she waved away the handmaidens who came with buckets of clear water to rinse away the soap, "-and now climb down here into my tub with me, Great Beast, and we shall see if that mighty staff of yours also speaks truly by the swollen size of its erection. Here, my stallion, there will be room enough if you sit here and allow me to in turn soap your great body."
Her hands were slippery and tantalizing as she ran them searching and fondling over my body where I sat facing her in the tub. The water was warm and the scented bubbles teased my flesh; I felt the transient touch of her thigh upon my rod as she moved about, washing me and tickling me, a devilish gleam in her merry eyes. I squirmed about, trying to settle her upon my lap, but she wriggled laughing away, allowing me but a momentary gripping of a breast, a temporary grasp of her buttock.
Then she stopped laughing, and I heard her breath catch in her throat. The queen slid forward through the warmed water, through the soapy bubbles, and I felt her throw her slick legs about my waist. She caught my head and pulled it savagely toward hers, and our mouths met.
Her lips opened hungrily under mine, and our teeth clashed. Our tongues reached out and found each other, and our breath mingled in the excited panting that told us we were both ripe for diddling. Even one day removed from making love had served to make the queen ravenous for the pricking, and she wiggled slippery about, floating her daintily shaped arse around until she settled it down upon the end of my rod.
Ah, but I reached for the caress of that talented quim, for the tight, hot grasp of its inner sheath. Thrusting, holding the queen most brutally by the tiny span of her waist, I shoved it into her, shoved it between the lips and the outer mouth of her cunt, and pushed hard to ram it up into her womb to its farthest, most velvety extent. She gasped as my mighty engine traveled up into her belly, as it penetrated her flexing cunnie and brought down her lubrications of love upon its aching head. Its little mouth tasted of her inner oils as it crammed fully to pack inside her. My sac came against the rounded hillocks of her arse and struggled to squeeze itself and its throbbing testes into the valley between bung and quim. My prick was embedded in her quivering cunt, and I gave her not one moment of respite before arching my back and lifting my knotted rump from the floor of the slippery tub so that I might drive my meat harder and deeper into her luscious cunnie.
The empress twisted upon my staff, rotated her arse so that her quim nibbled at the hilt of it whilst the tiny cup in the farthest end of her womb pulled at the spongy head of it.
"Fuck me, Great Beast!" she cried out. "Oh, stick it deeper into my quim! Tear me apart-kill me with your meat-rape me and screw me so hard and so fast that I may not breathe. Oh, oh, oh-feed it to me, Mengsu! Bury it in me so that I may never, never take my cunnie off it, so that I may die with its great hardness inside my womb. What a wonder your mighty prick is! What a magic! Oh-fill me with it, pack me with it until I scream in agony-fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
And so crying out, the queen gave a grinding hunch and came upon my tool, flooding it and her pulsating cunnie with a gush of unguents, with a frothing creaminess that made her more enjoyably greasy inside, and I did not cease my ramming. I held tightly to her and pumped harder, lifted great, hammering strokes into her womb until she began to sway and jerk upon my staff once more, picking up my rhythm and answering it in sharp, jumpy thrusts of her own, sweet strokes that ground her near-hairless and soapy pelvis into mine.
I felt my gooders coming at last, racing up from my tightened bung and across my slippery belly and thence along the length of my plunging rod to concentrate its .ecstasy in the shivering head of it. Her beloved cunt tightened with a spasm upon my pushing prick, and I groaned through clenched teeth as the gooders thundered forth and spurted out to splash into the nibbling cup at the far end of her womb.
Stunned, made weak, I fell back, my hands floating away in the beaten waters, my head resting upon the edge of the tiled tub. The queen clung awhile to me, then slowly loosened her legs from about my waist and allowed herself to drift gently, tenderly up upon my still hard prick until her darling cunnie had reached the end of it. She hung there awhile, her sweet quim loath to release the head of my staff, but with a deft twist, she popped it out of her cunt and kissed me lingeringly upon the mouth. "In truth, a mighty stallion you are, Mengsu."
"In truth, a most fuckable mare are you, Min Bi."
She motioned to the waiting handmaidens, and the rinse water was brought. We sat in the draining tub whilst the soapy water flowed away in a drain, and warm buckets of clear waters were poured over us. Then we stood up, so that the handmaidens could be certain the soap was washed away from all parts of our bodies, and after another rinsing thus, climbed out to stand whilst the girls dried our bodies thoroughly.
Tired but happy, we thence proceeded to the laden tables whence we sat cross-legged upon cushions and partook of the sumptuous repast laid out for us. I ate most heartily, devouring three quail baked with stuffings and most of a cock pheasant cooked in savory sauces. I did away with a large bowl of kimchi, the pungent salad I have come to admire, and I drank soups of fish flakes and dried onions. I also quaffed draughts of sagwah-sool, the decent apple brandy distilled in the city of Taegu. Rice and crisply done skins of pigs; green peppers and fruits and melons and berries. Such prolonged screwings take the strength from a man, which must needs be replaced by rich foods, else the man collapse and be unable to raise a hard when called upon to do so.
Across from me, with his family about him, the man Kim Kuni pitched into the victuals with a will, also. He, too, had been hard pressed this day, but showed little signs of it, and I noticed that the queen was eyeing him with some growing interest. This did not make me jealous, nor fear me for the loss of my position as her favored bed mate. Rather, it freed me for the interesting complications that were to follow in the night which lay yet ahead of all of us. I had in mind a trick or two for the family Kim, and if the husband was busied by screwing the queen, I could get with my own methods of diddling his women-and his lad, that young boy who possessed a bung stretched wide enough for a man's staff, that lad who enjoyed both screwing and being screwed.
CHAPTER SIX
When we had supped fully, and imbibed much rice wine and whiskies distilled from the same useful grain, the musicians were brought in. I for one, have yet to acquire an ear for the strange tonal systems used in Korean music, and so bent myself to more serious drinking, although I have made it a custom never to down more than I can comfortably handle, since all too often an over-indulgence in the use of alcohol dulls, rather than whets, the sexual appetites.
Sitting through the seemingly interminable caterwauling of reed instruments, gongs and drums and a collection of off key string instruments, I more or less idly speculated upon who would do what to whom that evening. The couplings, of course, would depend entirely upon the whim of the queen, upon whatever choice would strike her fancy.
I watched her as the court dancers were brought in, and saw her looking more and more at the man Kim Kuni. For the sake of propriety, we were all now dressed, but in the lightest of materials, to be sure. Still, the man's considerable bulge could be seen in his pantaloons, and the queen looked often upon it, thinking of a new feel within her quim, of a strange staff probing sommat differently into her eager womb.
Then I watched the dancers, seeing them sway gracefully through a stylized series of interpretations, adding to the rhythm by clapping their small and delicate hands. Although the women were fully dressed in the flowing gowns and tightly-bound bodices of the country, their bodies were most appealingly fluid and sensuous. I bethought me that there might come a time when I could explore under that disguising clothing, and mayhap find the sweet meat of at least one of these court dancers. Such grace and rhythm and trained muscle should make for most excellent diddling, did the lass but put her mind to it. But this was not to be the night for exploring. With a sharp command, the queen dismissed both musicians and dancers, and the true entertainment was about to begin.
"Disrobe," said the queen, and everyone immediately stripped of clothing and shed the soft white indoor socks. I could not help but smile in anticipation as the gleaming, lovely bodies were all once more exposed to my gaze-beautiful handmaidens Whaja and Kilja and Soinah; the magnificent empress herself, so shapely and trembling with a freshly kindled desire; the mother Sunya, plump and with ripe breasts lifting; the elder daughter Sooni, nicely fashioned and just coming into the bloom of her sexuality; the younger daughter Chuni, tiny and delicately formed, but recently initiated into the mysteries of screwing; the lad Tani, rounded buttocks a-quiver, small pizzle already stiffly erect and ready for any task that might be set to it.
Then the man Kim Kuni, screwer of excellent abilities and large proportions, his considerable staff lifted partially to attention as though sniffing the air for the scent of quim-and myself, of course. Hairy and larger than any two of them put together, larger still in the staff than my nearest match, Kim Kuni, I had taken just enough wine and whiskies to titillate my emotions, and I could not for the nonce decide which I would rather screw-the tiny lass Chuni, whose sloe eyes were darting glances at my rod, or the lad Tani, whose bung I had not yet known, but which was stretched to some extent by the prior diddling of his father.
The empress began the evening's pleasure. "Kim Kuni," she said, an imperious tone to her husky voice, "come here and stand before me."
Sommat shaken, but yet eager for diddling, Kim Kuni approached his queen with no little awe, so that his staff dropped at half mast, and stood before the heap of pillows whereupon she was seated, trembling a little at being so near royalty, and a royalty so lovely in her nudity. Having watched me put it to the queen in her bath, Kim Kuni was no doubt most eager to get his meat into that delectable quim, but fear and tradition held him back. He simply waited for her next command.
"Closer," she said, and reached out her butterfly hand to touch to his pizzle. Immediately, the man's staff jerked erect and began to swell around its spongy head. "Ah," said the queen, "my minister was correct in bringing you to me, Kim Kuni. You have most excellent equipment, a most shapely and interesting prick. I fondle its length so-and find it of a pleasing hardness; I caress its head so-and enjoy the texture of it, the pulse that leaps beneath my fingers and the tiny shine of dampness that hangs to its small mouth. Your sac, then-ah, yes; twin balls of a goodly weight and balance, the sac itself puffed with juices for release, and just enough hair to be intriguing. A fine, strong prick, Kim Kuni."
"T-thank you, my queen," the man murmured, shuddering and moving his weight from one bare foot to the other. "I-I hope it pleases you."
Then he flinched mightily, for the empress had leaned slightly forward upon her knees and kissed the head of his prick. He did not know what to do as she slid her lips, rouged and shapely, down to cover the throbbing head, taking it fully into her lips and touching it but caressingly with her white teeth.
Then, throwing caution and tradition to the winds, he reached out and caught her hair in his fingers as she took more of his staff into her hotly hungry mouth. Kim Kuni stood trembling, his legs spread wide, and began to rotate his bum, feeding his prick deeper into that pulling throat, probing into that suctioning velvet as the empress sucked upon it with devoted attention and the knowledge of her vast experience.
Ahh, sighed the handmaidens, and oh, said the man's wife as she observed her humble husband feeding his staff into the royal mouth of the ruler of all Korea. His balls swung to and fro as he pushed in and pulled back, and from moment to thrilling moment, the queen allowed her lips to open so that we might all see how her tongue was stroking deftly into the slit of his prick and curling tenderly about the outer ridge of its pulsating head. Her fingers cupped his sac and stroked gently at his testes, and one probing forefinger found his bung to fondle there whilst the man went nigh insane with lust and fucked her mouth faster and faster, grinding his pelvis into her lips, shoving the head of it far back into her hotly damp throat.
He could not hold against such teasing, could not withstand such suction, and fastening his hands desperately into the flowing hair of his queen, Kim Kuni gave a grinding, jerky hunch that buried it to the sac against her flashing teeth. Then he fired his salvo, and a mighty one it must have been, for his knees trembled and his sac flexed in several spasms ere he released his monarch's head and swayed as though he might faint at the very next moment.
The queen did not release him, though. Clinging to his prick with her lips, pulling upon it to drain the final spurt of juices, she then chewed daintily upon it as though it were a rolled brisket of beef she was feeding upon, and the poor man rolled his eyes in a wild ecstasy. Finally, she took her mouth from around his gleaming reddened staff and the shiny head of it sprang free, drained dry of its potions. The man swayed again, and the empress told him he might be seated to rest for the nonce.
But not for long, she warned him; she would have other uses for his rod, and ordered him to have it ready for another bout ere long. Then she turned to us, who had been watching with growing lust and discomfort, each of us longing to forthwith have at the nearest mouths or quims or rods.
"My loyal court," she said, her red lips agleam with a trace of creaminess, "my lovers male and female-I would give you your choice of screwing this night, since I shall be enamored of this man for awhile, and shall diddle him until he has not the strength for more. Firstly, Mengsu shall have his choice, since he is my stallion; thereafter, you each may choose partners for love-except as I may call one of you to me from time to time to assist Kim Kuni in gratifying me."
Kim Kuni took into himself several draughts of soju, building his strength for the tender ordeal to come, whence he would put his considerable engine into the clinging and juicy cunnie of his queen. Already, he had known the draining power of her mouth and throat, and now he would also sample the devouring qualities of her delightful cunt.
I smiled around at the assembly, glancing at the several waiting quims, each of which had its own little methods of caress, and looking at the several rouged mouths, did I but desire a milking orally such as our empress had just performed upon the pliable and surprised Kim Kuni.
But in truth, I had already made up my mind as to the new delights I would try. I motioned to the lad Tani. "Him I would bung," I said, 'since that entrance to his tender body has been already practiced by his father in rut, and will so stretch to receive my staff without tearing asunder, as it would were I to attempt to cram him without his having had prior experience there. But I would fain make this a threesome," said I, and also motioned to the lad's mother Sunya.
The woman stared perplexed at me. "But how, Mengsu-how can you embugger my son and encunt me, at one and the same time? Or did you have in mind some mouthing by either of us? I am nothing loath to be screwed by you, Great Beast, since you are an even bigger and more hearty fucker than my own husband. And I must confess that I have been more than sommat thrilled by having my own son diddle me, small though his pizzle be. It is still long enough and more than hard enough to reach my button of joy and so stir it into exceptional gooders for me."
I smiled over at the queen, where she lay upon her pile of cushions. Min Bi was fondling her own body, cupping her breasts and running her pale ivory hands over her belly to stroke her thighs, thusly building in her already heated body a growing sense of need and teased anticipation.
"My queen," I said to her, "I would taste the joys of buggering this lad, but in turn with packing his dam with prick. I shall set them both in position first, should you care to observe the event."
Smiling back at me, the queen nodded permission, and I moved the woman and her boy away from the tables area. As I set them in place to suit my satisfaction, I heard the others choosing partners.
Kilja, she of the busy mouth, said softly: "I would take the child Chuni, to love the adorable little quim she possesses, to use my tongue and teeth and lips upon her cunnie, so she might learn what it is to be loved thusly by a woman. And when she has had all her gooders, then will I teach her to perform the art of love by mouth upon my own cunt."
Soinah and Whaja were left, and embraced each other, already lying down to slide hands between their thighs, to finger and diddle thusly until they might tire of the sport. Thence would they turn to kissing each other's quims until they had enough of orgasm that way.
Kim Kuni was drawn down beside the queen, who took his swollen staff in her lovely hand to massage it a space before introducing it into the carnivorous sheathing of her excellent cunnie. She said to me, then: "An interesting arrangement you have set up, Mengsu. I will glance your way between thrusts of this new rod I caress. Enjoy your screwing to the fullest, my stallion."
I kneeled down behind the boy and his dam. It was, as said the queen, an interesting arrangement. Sunya was laid down upon her back, with her plump thighs spread wide, and her bum resting upon a rice pillow. This pillow tilted her cunnie up and gaped it sommat.
Lying with his head between his dam's heavy breasts-and indeed, with his red tongue already licking out to caress one of her big, brown nipples, the lad Tani was so set that his dam carried almost his full weight forward. His lower body was supported by his knees, and his tidy little bung was aimed directly aft. Since one of his knees was upon the floor directly beside his dams's spread thighs and over it, this positioned his bung almost straight above the woman's gaping cunt. There was but the matter of three or four inches between the two so desirable holes, flattened as the twain were, belly to belly.
Greasing my rod most liberally, I also buttered the lad's bung, so that little or no pain would be caused him when I started my big engine into it. But I slid closer to them and caressed his buttocks a bit with only the spongy head of my rod, then lowered its aim to do the same to his mother's quim.
She hunched and I had to warn her not to displace her cunnie, but she was so ready for screwing that I slipped the head of it into the grasping lips of her dewy quim and allowed her to wriggle upon it for a pleasing space. Besides, her natural juices but endowed the head of my tool with more lubrication, and slicked it better for entrance into her son's arse. I stroked her a time or two before pulling out and using my hand to set it against the tight and well-oiled hole of the lad Tani where he lay belly down against his dam's naked flesh.
He could hardly constrain himself, and was making little fucking motions at his dam, rubbing his hard little pizzle into her bare belly, since he was not allowed to dip it into her palpitating cunt.
Taking the lad's rump firmly in both hands, I so spread his cheeks that his bung stretched a mite, and into that little hole I pushed the mouth of my rod. Another shove, and the lad wriggled gently back upon the head of it, trying to seat it into his arse as he had been trained by his father. I felt the hotness of him, and the very tight grip of the bung as it strained to encompass its target. Twas a good thing my head could be squeezed upon, for even though this lad had been many times buggered in this very fashion, still there was the difference in size between his sire's prick and my own.
"Mengsu," his mother pleaded, holding the boy's face to her generous tit, "Mengsu, do not tear him open. His bung is small, and your prick is so large. Spare him, Great Beast."
"Nay," said I. "I will bugger him to the hilt, as does his father. I will thrust this rod of mine into his ass until it expands to receive every hardened inch of my meat. See how your lad enjoys it, woman; feel how he shakes his warm arse to take it inside his bowel."
"Ah," she panted, "I feel his pizzle pressing into my belly, when it should by rights be already inside my quim. Can he not slide it into his loving dam, Mengsu? Just for a few strokes?"
"Wait," I said, and grunted as my staff was pushed another inch into the hot, tight grip of the lad's bung. But another inch it took, and the circle closed past the head of my prick, and so began to slip down the narrower staff, greased and oiled by both the natural juices of his mother's cunnie and by artificial means.
I shoved gently, but firmly, and the boy hiked his arse higher to gasp aloud: "Oh-oh, Mengsu
-how deep it comes into me! How huge it is, inside my bung. Oh mother, oh Mengsu-I fear I shall piddle, or explode like a firecracker-oh, oh-easy, Mengsu; do not tear me asunder. Ah
-ah-it penetrates to my belly, my bowels. What a monster prick!"
And truly, I was into him full to the hilt. His tidy buttocks were up tight against my sac, and I rotated that into the tenderness of his spread thighs. He moaned as my staff ground about inside him, so deeply impaled was he upon it. There are times that a boy's bung is a pure delight, a much tighter gripping than any woman's cunnie can be, a full length of the staff clutching that no quim may accomplish. This was one of those moments, and I reveled in the hot clenching of him, but I made my strokes small and gentle until they began to feel so good I was a feared I might douse his bowels with my cream, and this I did not yet desire, so I very carefully backed up and pulled out of him.
"Not yet, Mengsu!" he cried. "Oh-do not stop screwing me yet."
"I but change over," I said, and lowered my slick rod to stuff it into the belly of his dam, to pack it into her steamy quim to the very balls that struck her upon her own uptilted bung.
"Oh!" cried the woman. "Oh-it is in me again. Oh-this Mengsu fucks us both at the same time, stroking first into your bung, my Tani, and thence into your dam's quim. Oh-oh-I feel it strike the back of my womb. I feel my son squirm upon my belly, and know that this great rod has just now been withdrawn from his bowel. Oh-oh-drive it into me, Mengsu! Stuff me with that glorious meat-ah-ah ah!"
Swiftly, she released her love lotions, and the hot oils made her quim slippery inside. I stroked lovingly into it again, and once more, before decunting her and setting the throbbing, drippy head of it to the lad's bung once again. He was more than ready to receive it, and thrust back violently upon it so as to pack it back into himself and have his own rodding once more. He wriggled upon it this time, and so enjoyed the full effect of it twisting about inside him. His pizzle stroked against his dam's belly in reflex, and I reached around his rump to take the small, hard and hungry thing into my hand.
As I did so, I drove my staff into him hard, and squeezed down upon his little prick. Immediately, he hunched both backward and forward and released a thin spurting of liquid across my fingers and onto his dam's belly. Kim Tani had gotten his gooders from both ends, and cried out loudly in the extremes of his pleasures.
I quickly withdrew from his clenched bung and inserted my rod back into his dam. Stroking solidly and deeply into her again, I felt the woman respond by lifting her bum-and her lad-higher to meet my hammering thrusts into her slippery womb. She came again, and her sweet juices dripped upon my swinging sac, but I did not desire to fire my own broadside into her cunnie this time. So I pulled out and found the lad's now limply stretched bung once more. Lifting him bodily, impaled as he was upon my prick, I drew back and lowered him so that he could stick in his still dripping pizzle, so that he could pack his aching little prick into his dam's hot and steamy quim.
This he did, hunching first into her and so pulling away from the big prick buried deeply within him, and thence hunching back upon that prick and so nigh withdrawing his own from the gulping cunnie of his mother. We moved thusly for a space-or rather, the lad did most of it, whilst I merely caressed his heaving buttocks and leaned around to watch his slippery pizzle lunge in and out of his dam's wispy-haired cunt. He screwed hard, this lad, and soon fired once more, just at the moment when his dam cried out and hunched upon his staff.
It was then that I took several long and penetrating strokes into him, so that my testes worked against the twin hillocks of his bum, so that the very base of my swollen staff caressed the ring of his bung. I swear I felt shapes in his belly as the head of my prick sought the farthest depth and flexed to fire into him. The spurting load boiled out and washed his bowel; the bubbly oils bathed my own throbbing staff, and so I grunted out my relief upon them both-the lad and his dam.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Before that strenuous evening was done, I did stud services for the handmaidens I had missed earlier in the day-putting the meat most energetically to both Kilja and Soinah, screwing the one upon her back, and the other whilst she was riding upon me like a horse. Each of the beauteous girls reached her gooders more than once during her share of the screwing, and each of them thanked me most profusely for the attentions I paid them.
Kim Kuni did Trojan service for the queen, pricking her most industriously in every position she desired at the moment, which was just about every position she knew. Some of these contortions call for sommat of an athletic ability, and much muscle control. Kim Kuni was learning how tiring it was to make love to the empress, although the acts were always quite stimulating and most enjoyable.
A bit worn from the exertions of the night, to say naught of what had transpired earlier on the day, I refreshed myself from time to time with copious bowls of apple brandy and soju, and ate twice of red meat from the haunch of an oxen. Yet I did not get around to encunting either the elder Kim daughter Sooni (who had to make do with a pounding by her brother) nor the youngest Kim, sweet little Chuni, she of the most perfect quim and the small, hot body.
This lack began to worry me, to gnaw sommat at my mind. True, the man Kim Kuni had gone limp from his screwings of the queen, and had snored drained upon the floor whilst the handmaidens cleansed their mistress and made her ready for bed. But I do not think Kim's life depends upon his continuing performance, as I am certain mine does. And once more, I bethought me of holding fast to the Hindu method told me by a one-eyed sea dog in a foreign port. This fashion of screwing is best suited to conserving the strength of the male, as he holds off from getting his gooders, during long service that brings the female often to the point of orgasm.
It takes much mental concentration and great fortitude, for a man such as myself, most particularly. I do most dearly love to screw, to have carnal pleasure in all the fashions I have found yet. But the natural end of such enjoyments is the loosing of semen, the spurting forth, in great ecstasy, the thundering fluid of love. Though the mere act of screwing itself be merry enough, the ending of it be the most pleasurable, and I have always sought that ending.
Now I had to restrain myself, to hold back so that I could use my staff upon many, with the least loss of strength to myself. Yet, thought I, the queen had to be sated to the fullest, which meant she most assuredly needed the washing of her cunnie by my juices. She always reveled in the especial feeling, as the sperm hosed into her flexing womb, and most of a certainty, she was thrilled also by the hot taste of it, when she put mouth to my rod. Therefore, I must needs give myself utterly to my queen, but hold back sommat from the others, could I but achieve the detachment of mind from flesh that is so necessary to saving oneself in the fashion of the Hindu.
Yet, whom should I cheat? The lovely handmaidens, so familiar with every motion of my rod? The dainty little lass just now turned to screwing, the delectable Chuni of the little-used quim so soft and beautiful? Should I deprive the lad who had tendered his bung so willingly to me, or his sister Sooni, or his dam Sunya? The line had somewhere to be drawn, but I could not make up my mind as to where.
We slept that night in groups-the queen with her new lover Kim Kuni, myself snugged betwixt the lass Chuni-her small and adorable body pulled between my legs so that my softened rod was ever upon her rosy flesh-and her sister Sooni. The lad bedded down with his dam, and I woke once during the dark hours to hear him pumping away at her juicy quim once more, she nothing loath for his youthful fucking, by the moaning responses she made, and the wetly suctioning noises that arose from her bestirred cunnie.
I drifted again into a relaxed and sweetened sleep, and soon dreamed of the hills of home, of Worchester, Massachusetts, and a bit of Salem, from whence I had been all but forcibly bound over into the U.S. Naval service. Had I not been discovered by that lecherous schoolmaster in the basement, and had I not been later found out by my gruff and unforgiving sire, I would not have been made slave to a court of savages in this distant and coldly alien country.
I dreamed of young and beautiful Nellie, my sister of such tender years and tender quim, recalling in my sleep the times I had so lovingly put the meat to her, and how lovingly she had given her darling cunnie to me. Ah though I shall yet fuck a thousand women, and bugger a hundred lads, and be mouthed by great multitudes of each, I shall yet be most faithful to the soft, fine, lightly feathered cunt that lies between the pale white thighs of my little sister. That is the very best fucking ever had by any man; it is velvet and satins and of such a darling shape and depth and tightness as to drive a man mad for more, if ever his prick is blessed by entering its nibbling lips the first time.
Dear Nellie, lovely Nellie, all golden hair and eyes blue as the summer seas; beautiful Nellie, with her naked body agleam in the sunshine, and the darling little hairs just crisping upon her delicate mound of Venus. Elegant, captivating Nellie, her glorious young thighs spread and her dimpled knees, so smooth and sleek, lifted just so, her lovely little ass slanted just that way, so that she would be best set to receive my weight upon her and my aching, throbbing prick within her hotly clenching cunt, her adorably slickened cunt, her slippery, grasping cunt trained so well by me for the gratification of my long, round and hard rod. Little Venus, little witch, little whore of the most ultimate lewdness done in an innocent child-like manner.
I saw myself encunting my dear sister in several fashions, from atop her gentle belly, my prick sliding in and in until it was buried to the root; I saw the game we used to play, where she pretended I was a cow, and she used her tender hands to milk my tool as I posed on hands and knees for her childish ministrations; I saw her fragile, most gorgeous arse exposed as she backed it toward my waiting staff, not for bunging, for she was far too small for such excesses, but for a rearward encunting that so often delighted her whim.
In my sleep, I also saw her spread for the feasting, the very first time I convinced her she should remove her clothing for me, so that we could play doctor with complete reality. She was the patient, of course, and I the physician treating her sweet flesh with all manner of mysterious (and imaginary) salves and strangely designed instruments.
Shy at first, but drawn to the teasing sensations as I was, dear Nellie finally gave herself up entirely to playing the game. I fondled her nipples (she had not yet breasts to go with them) and I made a great game of caressing her quim, under the pretense of examining it, of course. Then, as she did not flee from my kissing her chest and licking her small, but up-thrusting nipples, I kissed down to her tummy and ran my tongue into her tiny navel. As she rocked her beautiful, child's hips back and forth in the throes of a desire she did not yet understand, I then proceeded to move my eagerly panting mouth on down to rest upon her mound.
How shall I describe that perfect, modeled mound? It was lovely, so cunningly shaped, its dainty lips held together primly, whiskered ever so lightly by the downiest of hair, dusted with the golden, faintly curled hairs that would thicken with maturity into a full, deep bush.
Her skim was flawless, so fair, so translucent; it shone with sleek health and I adored its fineness with my tongue. She flinched then, but I was beyond stopping-I had to taste her quim if the world stopped.
"Brother, dear," she murmured above my bent head, "oh brother, darling-I feel so strange, so-oh-please no; I am afraid."
"Do not fear," I told her gruffly, the feathered hairs of her adorable cunnie touching my chin. "I will not harm you, child. I only seek to give you pleasure. Here-does not the touch of my tongue tickle your cunnie and make it feel good?"
"Yes," she sighed in her small, little girl's voice. "Oh yes, that feels very good, but it tickles so that I shall not be able to stand it. I-will faint, or die-or-"
I could not wait longer. I put one hand under each of her wonderfully shaped buttocks and held them apart as one might hold the halves of a sliced melon whilst seeking the sweet meat of its center. I then pushed my quivering tongue into that glorious slit and tasted the hot and honeyed flesh inside her quim. Ahh! It was a wonder and a glory, and magics unheard of, untasted ever before by mortal man. The flavor of her tiny, shuddering cunt was nectar, and I sucked upon it as an orange, pulling the loving juices out and into my thirsty mouth.
"Oh, oh," she breathed, panting faster and faster, hunching her refined pelvis to my mouth, "oh, but that is a most wonderful feeling. But dear brother-it is so good, so-so-oh, I don't know! But wait! Please, please stop, or I shall have to pee!"
I but sucked harder, darting my tongue in and out of her appetizing pussy, lapping her as if I were her dog, and indeed I wanted to be no more at that moment. She quivered, and her little cunt turned fluid, almost as if she had truly loosed her pee, but of course she had not. It was merely the first letting down of her love liquids, the sugary lubrication that readies the cunnie for the entrance of the prick.
She moaned then, and lifted her darling legs higher so that I might pack my tongue deeper into her pulsing quim, and she rotated her dainty ass so that she might feel her gooders even better.
A born little fuckeress, my sister Nellie. From the moment she first cracked her gooders into my eager lips, she wanted all she could get of loving. Little bitch, little temptress, she would creep into my attic room at night, so that she might present me with her trembling quim to be sucked. For at first, I did no more than that, taking my time, readying her for the entrance of my staff. I did allow her to kiss and fondle my prick, and showed her how to massage it with drops from her rosebud mouth so that I reached my own heights of ecstasy. But I held off from actually taking her maidenhead until I could have her for my own, far off from the house and away from prying eyes.
That marvelous day, I took her into the woods on a fishing trip, and my dam remarked what a good boy was I, for caring so for my baby sister whilst my parents went off to the chicken fair. Once I had her in the forest, I stripped her gladsome body to the buff and sat admiring it for some minutes while she pirouetted, showing herself like the small bitch she truly was. She wanted to play with my meaty thing, but I instead told her of this new game we would play, and brought forth the butter stolen from the churn for this purpose. I rubbed a goodly portion of it into her beautiful cunnie, fingering in far enough so that she twisted about on my knuckle. Then I laved myself with the golden stuff, it already melting upon my spongy head and sliding down to my swollen sac wherein lay my throbbing, aching testes.
Positioning my sister upon her naked back, I played a bit with her cunnie to allay her fears, then put the head of my prick against those lips I loved so well. I pushed gently, and she recoiled. "Brother dear-what do you to me? Would you hurt my little cunnie?"
"Only a moment," I promised her. "Only for a fleeting space, my dear sister, and then you will feel a wonder even better than that of my tongue inside you."
I pushed again, and twisted slightly, so as to give the hungry head of my rod a corkscrew motion that would slip it, force it, inside that lovable pussy I had been licking into for some weeks now. The buttering helped considerably, and my prick edged a fraction into the tight caress of that virgin cunnie.
"Oh," Nellie gasped, "oh-that hurts me; my cunnie will rip. Please, oh please-" and she began to struggle.
I had come this far, and there was no turning back. She had to lose her maidenhead to me, and there could be no better time than this, no readier moment. If she was allowed to turn away from the minor pain, to retreat from the entrance of my prick, she might never adjust to these things. I pushed ahead, working my head a mite deeper into her heated flesh.
"No!" she cried out. "Oh no! That hurts too much. I cannot let you-"
I tucked both her tiny wrists into the palm of my hand, and pinned her arms above her head. With my right hand, I slid it beneath her ass, spreading my fingers so that they covered the width of her small and gently moulded buttocks, so that I lifted her tilted quim higher for my forced entrance. I shoved harder, and the child cried out in pain, in a fear that sprang quick tears into her blue eyes.
But I would not desist. If it had to be rape, then rape I would, for my prick was crying out for surcease, for the dipping into that clenched cunnie defying its penetration. I shoved again, harder, grinding, and felt those stiffened lips give a bit, felt the tip of my head work straining into the mound of love. Another prod, another loosening, and I pushed harder, so that the head of it crammed into her.
Ahh-but that wet heat was thrilling, maddening; that stretched cunt was enticing, charming, beguiling. I packed another inch inside her and felt an obstruction, a thing that resisted me for a second only.
I hammered the head of my quivering prick against it, and it gave, it parted, it allowed entrance. With a triumphant stroke, I planted my pulsing tool into her full, to its hairy root. Her cunt lips grasped the base of my swollen staff whilst the head of my prick was clung to by the hot velvet of her immature, untried womb.
Nellie screamed-head thrown back and mouth wide open. I closed her cries off with my own mouth, with my hungry tongue kiss, although her screaming did not at all matter, so far into the forest were we. She bit at my tongue, but I only shoved it deeper into her gasping mouth, covering her own frantic little tongue with mine, stroking and wetly caressing until she relaxed slightly and I began to wriggle my arse. My rod moved within her, prying, loosening, and the butter with which I had greased it helped its passage as I eased back an inch or so, then slid it forward once more to probe the far end of her cunt.
I felt a constriction, then a releasing, and yet another grasp of my prick with the satiny lining of her slickened cunnie. Her maidenhead was gone, the web broken, and if there was bleeding, it merely assisted our diddling. I pushed and pulled, slowly and with much gentle care, easy and tenderly, and the dear little bitch responded by rocking her small ass into my hand, by rolling her child's pelvis from side to side in hesitant arcs.
She said into my mouth: "Oh yes-oh yes, I feel it now, and the hurt is gone, dear brother. Oh yes, it is good and wonderful, but I must
-must find the best place-and-and turn like this upon your magic staff, upon that rod of enchanted meat-ah, what is it you are doing to me, my darling?"
"I am fucking you," said I, "and you are also fucking me."
"Then let us fuck," my sweet sister breathed against my teeth. "Let us fuck each other with love and delight, and oh-I feel so strange, as I feel when you are kissing my cunnie. Oh the gooders are coming, but-it-feels-so
-different! I am filled with your prick; I am stuffed by your cock, and yet-hot-squirming-wet-ah-ah-ah-ahhh!"
My darling little Nellie got her gooders just then, and the sweet dripping inside her fabulous quim loosened it so that my throbbing prick could move sensuously within its gloving without obstruction. I rodded her to a fare thee well; I slipped it in and out of that boiling, clenching pussy with a pounding rhythm that grew in tempo until it was slamming her tight little ass against the ground, and my adorable, so screwable sister lifted her small but shapely legs higher so as to take more of my prick into herself, so as to feel my prick deeper in her flexing, jerking belly. For one so young and never before screwed, she threw her heart and soul into the fucking, as well as her dainty ass and juicy cunt.
I fired into her lovely pussy, spurting forth my seed in a fury. She cried out again: "Oh, that's good! Oh, you have peed inside me, and I love it, love it, love-"
I could not stop. With my bubbling semen swirling around the distended head of my still spitting rod, I slipped it back and forth yet, in and out, around and about, feeling every tiny flexing of her delighted and inspiring cunnie, rutting joyously and insanely inside that sweetly delicious, that most beautiful, most fuckable of all possible quims. I fucked her and fucked her, firing load after load into that tender, only faintly haired pussy, turning her over atop me, turning her upon one side and then the other, grinding and pumping away as I moved her once more upon her naked back and took those luscious cheeks of her now wet ass in both hands to stroke some more.
I could never get enough of that tremendously gladsome cunt; I could screw it and fuck it and get done and eat it, but I could not possibly, in any fashion, ever have a surfeit of that glorious, that wondrous, that gorgeous little pussy. I pumped and pumped, and the child gave me back as good as I gave, adjusting her positions, soon discovering how to get the most enjoyment out of the plunging of my rod, setting her pelvis and working it so that I stroked most often against her button of joy.
And, although I had thrown load after load into her, that exquisite little cunt remained tight enough, caressing enough, grasping and pulling upon my laboring prick as if it intended to devour it. That tiny quim was naturally hot, naturally designed for the fitting of a big prick; that little bitch's nerve ends all ran down into her pussy, and from this initial screwing onwards, her life was dedicated to fucking. And if not me, then someone else.
But that first wondrous day, I was finally forced to stop my efforts through sheer exhaustion, and I lay over upon my side, my limp organ having slipped from her steamy hole and left a trail of shiny semen down the inner softness of her pale white thigh.
"Dear brother," she murmured, using her tiny fingers to fondle my limp, worn out rod. "Dear brother, what a sweet and marvelous thing is this fucking you have taught me. We will fuck often, will we not? Of course, I still enjoy the first fashion you taught me-the kissing and tonguing of my cunnie-but I am mad about this new style. Does everyone do this, darling fucker, darling brother?"
"Just about," I breathed, eyes closed and no life stirring in my mistreated prick. "Men and women do it, and sometimes a man does it to a man, or a woman to a woman."
She frowned. "You will have to explain that to me, for a man has no cunnie, and a woman has no staff. Oh-but if everyone does it, then that means papa does it to mama?"
"Yes," I said, feeling her soft hand still caressing my rod.
"Oh. That must be strange. Papa has a big belly, and mama is plump, and how-? Then, do they get their gooders, also? As we do?"
"Of course," I said. "And mama is plump as most men like a woman to be, with large titties and a round arse. Have you never sneaked into their bedroom and watched from the closet whilst papa screwed mama?"
"No, no," she said. "Do they-does he-does he have a staff such as yours that he packs into her, and does she cry out with pain?"
"Silly," I said. "The pain is only the first time, and mama lost her maidenhead some years past. And yes, papa has a staff like mine, only not so large, I think. Really, Nellie-you never sneaked in and peeped at them, especially on Sunday afternoon when papa is home and always gets horny and takes mama upstairs?"
"No, really," she said, "but I would like to. Have you watched them do it?"
"Many times," I confessed. "That's how I first discovered the art of fucking. I had been hearing these noises at night-the bed springs going and papa panting and mama moaning, so I slipped in and got in the closet one Sunday and watched them do it in the daytime. At night, they usually put the lamp out."
"How nice," Nellie said. "We shall have to get into the closet together, you and I, and watch them fuck whilst we fuck ourselves. Would that not be most enjoyable?"
I did not tell her then what I had already done, how I had learned the mysteries of sexual intercourse the first time. But I would tell her soon, when she was more used to the idea.
My dreams shifted, and my sleeping eyes lost the sight and smell and touch, lost the sweet sound of my darling Nellie; I saw the barmaid at the Boarshead Inn, that loose-cunted lass who would lie in the hay with any lad who might come a calling with coppers in his purse. I saw also the aging widow who had hired me to read to her, saying her eyes were most blind, but whose hungry cunnie had sight of its own. It was the Widow Taylor who taught me the art of loving by mouth, how a man can so please a woman and a woman thrill a man.
I drifted in my sleep, yearning to be back between the most lovely thighs of Nellie, yearning to mount her bum and encunt her from the rear,, wishing very hard to taste the lush richness of her little girl's cunt. But my dreams whirled and became fogged, and all I saw was a certain pair of billowy breasts, plump and centered with large pink nipples; I saw a smooth expanse of belly, dipping down to that strange and sommat fearsome vee between the thighs, that mound of such deep and curly hair that made my young and untried pizzle harden at the mere sight of.
I knew what my pizzle was for; I knew what that hairy mound was for, because I had seen my papa push his thing into it, and seen his thing disappear. But I did not exactly know how, or why, or what. All I realized, somewhere deep inside my puzzled head, was that I soon must find a mound like it to insert my own staff into. I did not know then that it would be, had to be, that very lushly haired quim.
I shifted in my sleep, and the tiny girl in my arms wriggled her warmly naked bum closer to me, working it tightly to my resting rod. I opened one eye and stared confused about me, until I saw the shadows of dawn on the palace wall, and realized then that I was not home, but still a lost and deserted castaway in a strange and alien land.
CHAPTER EIGHT
After breakfasting well on fried meats, rice and fruits, I lolled about in my bath, having followed the queen into that tub after her morning ablutions. The empress herself was gone into the court proper, into that vast hall I had not yet been allowed to enter, that hall of state wherein ambassadors were received and social functions performed by the near-idiot emperor and his retinue of advisors.
But as always, it was the queen who ruled, the queen who made the decisions vital to keeping her nation safe from attack from the north, from whence too often came the hordes of invading Chinese, or from the southern coast, from whence came the bandy-legged Japanese eager for more land and any riches that could be wrung from terrified peasants.
There were also the Russians from farther north and east, those bearded sneaks who were forever nibbling away at ports and borders and waylaying caravans in out of the way places. All these greedy men wanted to lay waste to Korea, to rape and pillage and burn. All that held them at bay was the quick mind of the queen and her strength. There were legions of troops fanatically loyal to Min Bi, officers by hand-picked warriors whom she had bound to her by occasional access to her queenly quim, bedding this general and allowing that one to lap her cunnie, screwing this officer and mouthing that one-so that each in his manner bethought himself to be her one true love.
They also feared her iron vengeance, her swift and bloody reprisals when any fool prepared a revolt. When Min Bi's loyal troops marched into an area, a rebellious province or a saucy port grown fat and arrogant on withheld duties, that area was left bleak and sere, its ruins smoking and its population dead. Min Bi spared none in her strikes, swooping deadly as a hawk and ripping the life from any in her path. By blood and sword and a legend of awe grown up around her, the young empress held together an empire of mountains and seas and warring tribes.
So this day she was off to parry with an ambassador from Nippon, some wily Japanese out to steal the rings from her fingers and the silk tapestries from the palace walls.
I took myself out of the tub and decided to spend most of the morning in exercise, and dedicated hours to trotting around and around the garden, inside the walls that had become like a prison cell to me. From atop a watch tower, a guard called down to me: "Ey! Long-nose? Do all the men of your country practice to run away?"
I shook sweat from my eyes to answer him: "Yes. As they ran away at the river fortress. Remember how they ran, soldier? Right over the walls which were somehow burning and over the cannon which were somehow abandoned."
He shook his spear at me. "You beg and eat, long-nose!"
"Your mother is a split-toed dwarf," I answered him, and resumed my trotting. 'Korean cursing is a strange and wondrous language which is most difficult to understand by foreigners, since it contains none of the words we in the west know and use so often. In this savage land, a man is insulted first by using to him a form of the language that is lower in social significance than his age and station entitles him to. There are several levels of politeness in the Korean tongue, and by speaking to an older man in the same form as that normally used to a child, the man is therefore made to lose face and is insulted.
But there are also phrases to hurl at an enemy, such as the appellation the guard had for me: long-nose. Long or not, short or not, every civilized white man is known as a long-nose, while the Japanese are called split-toed dwarfs-not without cause, I must add.
To beg-and-eat is the vilest curse that may be spat at a man, but I have yet to fully understand its meaning, since Koreans do not frown upon beggars as such, but give most generously of money and food when approached by some unfortunate mendicant.
But chang-mal (in truth) I was most hated by the soldiers about the palace because they had peeped and seen me screwing their queen, and seen me putting the meat to the beautiful handmaidens, and now they knew of the family Kim, brought here for my pleasures as well as the whims of the empress. They envied my easy life as a stud, and hated me for the size of my organ, which made their piddling rods insignificant in comparison. They hated me for the rich and tasty foods I ate, and for the good wines, mead and whiskies I consumed.
Those who have not can always find excuses to despise those who have. It is so in this savage land of Korea, and also true in my own native Massachusetts. But here, since I have learned the language and can trade insults with the soldiers, I can hold my own with the have nots, for not one of these armored guards dare attack me. Firstly, his rash act would get him beheaded in a trice, and his stupid skull impaled upon a spike at Nam Demun, the Great South Gate. Secondly, if the queen did not have him killed, I would break him in twain with mine own two hands. These soldiers are far too small in size to face up to a man of my heft and strength, and since I have exercised most assiduously since my incarceration here, I am indeed in better form than I was ere I left home.
There be some who claim that screwing weakens a man until he will not even be able to walk. I do not believe this to be true, in its entirety; it is a fact that diddling is weakening, but, be it well balanced by good, rich foods and drink, and also by repeated exercise, it can only be a minor weakening of the body. I myself am living proof of this, since I diddle day and night, changing from one woman to the other, and I am in more than a fair to middling condition. I am strong and powerful and in the very best of health. Still, I know for certain that screwing can be enervating, done without control.
Yet there be certain of us like myself, who can do more than others. It is like an appetite; some of us can eat more than others without becoming over fat. And with screwing, myself and the queen, these well chosen handmaidens, the family Kim-all of us can enjoy far more diddling than the average man or woman, for it seems we were born to the art. Of course, I do not deny that the queen's court be especially chosen, hand picked for prowess in screwing. Min Bi's agents are everywhere in the land, on the lookout for just such devoted patrons to the art of fuck, and when they are certain some person under close observation is likely to be a worthy addition to the queen's entourage, why then soldiers descend upon the village and scoop up the new recruit like farmers pick up a choice calf.
Deciding to try and cling closer to the Hindu method, thereby eliminating some of my own pleasures but mayhap increasing the joys of the women, I also bethought me I would also do more love by mouth and less of it by staff, thus conserving my strength yet more.
Oh, gentle reader, I beseech you who reads this piteous missive to have mercy upon me, and to understand why I do not fling myself headlong into the blind pursuits of sensual joy. I do not know how many lonely years will I be cut off from my own kind, how many long and tortuous months I shall have to stand at stud, willy nilly, with my prodigious strength seeping away mote by mote, piddled away through the end of my rod and devoured by all these hungry quims.
Deeply thoughtful this day, maybe because my memories of Nellie and home were stirred by the dreams that had pursued me the night before, I ran until sweat dripped copiously from my body and my chest was all a heave; then I turned up onto the terrace and trotted up the stairs to rejoin the group at the porch. Bathed and cleansed once more by the always ready, always smiling hand maidens, I donned new pantaloons and lay resting upon a couch of embroidered pillows stuffed by goose down and scented by inserts of red cedar wood.
From somewhere in the bowels of the palace, long horns trumpeted, and there came a rolling of drums. The queen was returning from court. She would find her private group clean and fed and ready for her whim. The family Kim had new clothing, brought in by tailors and fitted. The handmaidens wore fresh flowers in their midnight hair, and a breath of coming summer drifted up from the blooming gardens below. It was a most pleasant scene, one I would have enjoyed, had I not been sighing for my own home, my own porch under elm trees, and mayhap the glimpse of the lovely Nellie slipping around the corner and beckoning me to follow her out to where we might dally in the bushes, searching each other's bodies for little happinesses, encunting and diddling slowly, sweetly and with great compassion. Ah, but I sighed for the days past.
Min Bi came sweeping into the apartment, flowed with her most graceful walk out onto the cool shadow of the porch, and sat to have her feet bathed by Kilja. The girl Soinah brought her chilled makoli, the weak wine I care not for, and Whaja tendered her mistress sliced melons and peeled fruits kept cool in a spring house of thick stone.
"Such a little monster," Min Bi said. "The splittoes grow ever stronger, ever more surly and arrogant. I fear I cannot hold them off much longer. This one-this Yamamoto-san. I had to seduce him there in the throne room, give myself to him there on the floor before the throne, and pretend his little shriveled rod gave me such divine pleasure. Of course, he had to humble me-or thought he did-being a split-toed dwarf; he had his servant stand watch over us whilst he screwed me, being certain that the grinning little man saw every stroke of his miserable monkey prick as he grunted it into my pretending quim."
"Poor mistress," Whaja said mournfully. "To be screwed when one does not wish screwing-that is a terrible thing. Still, a woman must spread her thighs when the occasion calls for spreading."
The queen smiled, drank off some wine and nibbled a peach. "And a wise woman closes her eyes, wriggles her arse, and pretends she is being fucked by her favorite lover, so she may get some good out of it, after all."
The handmaidens laughed in delight, and I gave a weak smile. Min Bi glanced at me. "Oh-does my favorite lover pine away for me? Mengsu is sad, and his eyes look far away."
"My queen." I raised from my couch of pillows and went to her to take her hand and kiss it, wondering briefly if she had cupped it about the swinging, juice-dampened sac of the ambassador from Nippon whilst he packed her with his monkey prick.
"It is true," said I, "that my eyes look back to my own land, but I come to feast them upon you, my queen."
She stroked my cheek. "Great Beast, you are become a master of things a woman wants to hear. I sorrow that you pine for your foreign loves, for your foreign lands, but this cannot be helped. Now-tell us of your loves, since the day stretches before us and since I told you of my first seduction by my passionate father."
"My first love?"
"Your first screwing," she commanded. "Mayhap they are not one and the same. Tell us, Mengsu, how the young men of your country learn to make love."
I accepted a brass bowl of apple brandy from Whaja, braced my back against the wall, and, looking out over the flowering garden toward the great sea that lay between myself and my homeland, I began to speak. I described my home, my growing boyhood, and the urges that had begun to swell within my young loins and bedevil my rod.
I told them, as we drank wines and ate of sweet fruits, of my family and the beauty of my young sister Nellie. I described Nellie in such glowing detail that the queen, who leaned forward with eyes a shine in interest, cried out that she was certain my first screwing had been with her, with my own darling sister. Not so, said I, and admitted that I had many times serviced my lustful sister and loved very much to lie diddling for hours with her; but I had to state that my first sexual experience had not been with Nellie.
"Who then?" asked the queen in excitement.-""Listen," said I, and spun the story I have already told you, dear reader, about how I had several times sneaked into the big, dark bedroom of my parents and watched them at their Sunday afternoon screwing. I told my avid listeners how my horny papa always led mama upstairs of those days, and how I stared entranced from the nearly shut closet whilst he shoved his pizzle into that deliciously mysterious mound of crispy curling hair between her plump golden thighs.
My own pizzle would throb in the tight grip of my hand as I watched them there on the tumbled white sheets of the big bed, both of them stripped to the hairy buff and moaning as they wriggled at each other. I played with myself, squeezing my rod and moving my hand up and down upon its hard, aching length, caressing the spongy head and staring, staring at the method by which my papa worked his own pizzle into that hairy mount of love.
But what else could I do about leering how to go about screwing? I knew not then about the barmaid at the Boarshead Inn, and doubt that she would have taken me on, coppers or no, because I was so young. But the ache in my prick was mature and needful.
I suffered in guilty silence until that particular Sunday afternoon when my papa was called out of town on business with his brother. He would be gone all night and into the next day, he told mama, and took his valise into the buggy as he drove off. Poor mama; she served us a poor dinner and moped about the house until the time she would have normally gone up for a merry afternoon of diddling with papa. She then drank off three consecutive glasses of sherry, and since she was not used to wine, she was forced to go up to bed with the drapes drawn.
Nellie skipped out to play, and I was left alone in the house with mama upstairs in the bedroom. I, too, had come to look forward to those Sunday afternoons, watching and yearning as I played with my rock hard pizzle in the closet. I felt lost. I maundered around below for a spell, then slipped up the stairs. The door to mama's room was partly opened, and I peeped inside to see her stretched upon the bed, naked as a plucked chicken, her eyes closed and her head turned to one side, away from the door.
My heart beat in my throat. My pizzle jumped straight out and my belly went all tight. Step by slow step, I eased into the room, meaning only to stare down at that nude flesh and take myself a closer look at the hairy mound my papa enjoyed so much. I came closer, closer, not daring to breathe, and stared down at those big titties with their round, pink nipples. I stared at the smooth golden skin, the plump belly and the rounded, shapely thighs. My heart threatened to choke me. I would have run as a rabbit, but at that moment I heard mama snore lightly, and knew that the unaccustomed wine had befuddled her head and made her fall soundly asleep.
I leaned over her and put out a single, shaking finger to touch it very softly to one of those entrancing nipples. It was warm and soft, yet sprang immediately erect at my touch. I flinched, but mama snored on.
I fondled the tit gently, hefting it, and could not restrain myself from kneeling beside the bed and leaning my face over so that I might take that wondrous nipple, now so stiffly at attention, into my hungry lips. I did so, daring beyond my courage, and tasted my mama's tit for the first time since I was a mere babe, but this time for an entirely different reason. My hunger was new, and no amount of milk or pap could still the surge in my belly nor soften the hardness of my rod.
Emboldened by the fact that she slept on without stirring, I kissed her belly, and her hip, the silken swell of her hip. My hand went gently, lightly exploring down her belly, and found the tingling thrill of the hair curled there between her thighs. Ah, thought I, here was the mound of ecstasy, the woman hole papa stuck his rod into so often. My fingertip touched a pair of lips beneath the lustrous hair, touched a dampness that caused me to gasp in shock and quiver all over my body, although I knew not fully what it was I was caressing.
I waited, listening, but the rhythm of her light snores did not diminish, although she rolled over upon her back and spread her legs, lifting her rounded, dimpled knees a bit. I stroked that lovely, shiny cunnie, my eyes popped wide and my poor pizzle throbbing so I thought me it would break off. To touch it to that beauteous hair, thought I; that might assuage the pain and quiet the need. If mama only stayed asleep; if the wine kept at work within her so that she should not rouse.
Carefully, I piled my clothing beside the bed, where I might roll off, clutch them, and roll under the bed out of sight, did my sleeping mama come suddenly and shocked awake. Naked and shivering, I eased my weight onto the bed and placed the flexing head of my pizzle against my mama's thigh. Ahh-bliss untold! Paradise and heaven, that first intimate touch of female flesh. A thrill shot through my sac and knotted my testes; my prick leaked a drop of shining liquid. I was forced by powers stronger than myself to crawl delicately around and seek to touch-merely, simply touch-my staff to that beckoning, hairy mound of gleaming mystery.
I was almost there when mama shifted her weight, and I almost leaped off the bed to flee into the forest. But no, I sank beneath the weight of her lifting leg, and was pinned to the bed by it. I was fearful to draw a single breath, and lay, head spinning whilst her warm, curly quim pressed tightly against my upright prick. I could not flee, then.
I lay there aching and stiff all over, prick and thighs and belly. A touch, I had bethought me; a mere touch. And here was the close feast of the entire mound, the marvelous softness of her inner thigh, the caress of her satiny belly. Trembling, I rested one hand upon her smooth bum, upon the curve of her silken buttock. Her quim pushed to me in reflex, in her sleep. I could not do else. I felt with my free hand and took my rod betwixt my fingers, and placed its tip against that wonderfully thrilling hair that curled so crisply, so furrily against me. I found that joyful dampness and paused there, not knowing what else to do, not understanding how to go about anything more.
Then mama made a kind of hunching motion, and kind of a twisting motion, and before I could draw back, the entire head of my pulsing prick had been slipped betwixt those hot and dewy lips. Before I knew, my staff had slipped juicy into some clinging velvet, into some darkly un-. known satin that caressed it, that milked upon my prick like a softly gloved hand. I was fully inside my mama's quim, my rod seated to its root inside my mama's pussy, and my mama was swinging her plump ass so as to move my prick about within her slickly thrilling pussy.
I moved with her, shoving and pushing and holding tightly to her buttock. Somehow, one of her big pink nipples had gotten into my mouth, and I sucked blissfully upon it, thrills racing up my bung and down my legs and along my back.
Mama wiggled and squirmed, and started making those moans she always made whenever papa screwed her, and I stuck my pizzle quicker and quicker into that suctioning glove that was pulling its head off, that was wetting my sac and dripping all over my lower belly. Mama always loosed copious amounts of love juices when she was being diddled, and I found the hot slipperiness a joy of itself. I slid my belly against hers and ground my hairy mound into her hairy mound, and the lubrication of her oils made us thrillingly greasy.
She moaned louder and clenched my head into her tit. I hunched back at her and the entire length of my hard prick was gobbled up by her pulling cunt. She quivered; her cunt shuddered and rolled inside, and suddenly the gooders came racing out of my pumping rod, spurting back into her hot womb, spitting and flooding and draining me until I thought my spine would run out.
"Ahh-" mama said aloud, and gave one more wriggle of her plump ass, one more grinding of her creamy pussy upon my staff, and began once more to snore lightly and with the rhythm of sleep.
I lay limply, soaking my prick in that marvelous wet hotness, reveling in the mere feel of her cunt hairs crisped against my wet belly. Then caution overtook me. Slowly, carefully, lest she wake and scream her anger, I began to withdraw my prick from that first sweet cunt it had known. It came out regretfully, for I had not had near enough fucking. Now I knew what it was, and I wanted, needed more and more. I could never forget the wondrous feel of my mama's cunt and the lecherous twistings of her generous ass. I pulled out my blessed rod and slid from beneath the caress of her thigh, already wondering when papa would have to go on another Sunday trip, so that I might take his place between my mama's legs, when again my prick might substitute for his, so deep within my mama's quim.
CHAPTER NINE
We lunched after my tale, gathering around the long, low tables inset with mother of pearl that formed cunning designs in the carven wood. There was chicken, roast pig, fishes freshly caught and also dried ones; among this bounteous repast was one of my favorites, dried squid. I devoured a plate full of the delicious things, although I admit the average civilized man would shy from the very sight of them, for ugly be they with their many legs and flattened head. But their taste is most enjoyable, and I believe their meat is strengthening.
There were also tiny boiled shrimp and crabs with the shell already cracked so that one might dig out the succulent meats with relative ease. The kimchi was superb, biting and pungent to the tongue, and the khong-namool (soy bean sprouts served raw in pepper, salt and vinegar) was crisply appealing. I ate heartily as was my won't, and drank pure juices drawn from crushed fruits, having had enough whisky for the nonce, and yet needing liquid to replenish the stores of my testes.
The tables were cleared and soon we were treated to the sight of Min Bi teaching the man Kim Kuni to love her quim with his mouth. Kim Kuni went to his task with a will, his rod still a hang limply from overuse, and gratified the lovely empress with his tongue. She kept him lying there, his bared arse a shine and his face buried into the sweet softness of her cunnie, while his wife and daughters looked on sommat in envy, for none of us had yet diddled this day.
But none were to be allowed the privilege as yet, for the queen was most interested in hearing more of my story, now that I had the mastery of enough fluent words in her own language to tell it well.
"Mengsu," she said, "then your first experience was with your own dam-and she asleep in your father's bed? In truth, a different fashion of losing one's virginity, although my own loss of maidenhead was sommat similar, but my sire seduced me, and not the other way around. According to your tale, then-your first screwing was very joyful, and you wanted to repeat the act with your dam as soon as you might have the opportunity. Did such an opportunity come, Mengsu?"
I looked about the open porch, where so many lovely women lolled upon pillows and sipped wines. Their faces were all aglow with interest, except the face of Kim Kuni, which was placed into the toothsome cunnie of the queen and held fast there by the extended embrace of her sleek thighs. She would have him suck upon her whilst I told my story, thus enjoying both the past and the present, and mayhap combining them into an especial kind of gooders.
I settled myself and picked up the thread of my narrative once again:
I was miserable, (I said) after discovering the ecstasy of that glorious, still-mysterious quim, after once reveling in its juicy depths and the kiss of its long, shapely lips, after sporting amidst the pubic hairs that so lavishly covered that splendid mound of Venus. I did not know whence to turn, and playing with myself seemed only to heighten my needs. So also did the afternoons when I secreted myself in that familiar closet to observe (and to jealously envy) the plunging of my papa's distended staff into that worshipful mound that took it in so merrily. I ached; I throbbed; I hungered until it seemed I might go mad.
But no; my turn came once again, and although I did not know it as yet, this turn was to be the final one, but it was a magnificently done turn, a long and tremendously exciting night of screwing that can never be forgot by myself, and I'll wager, not by my dam either.
Papa was once again called away, and this time, in her loneliness of a Sunday afternoon gone unscrewed, mama took the bottle of sherry up to her room and drank a goodly portion of it ere she feel asleep.
I sent my sister Nellie over to a friend's house, sent her a skip gaily across the meadows with a cane of striped candy clutched in her hand. Thrilled to my ears, my rod bursting to be dipped into that wondrous slickness once more, I tiptoed up the stairs and cracked the door a bit to put my anxious eye to it.
Ah, there she lay again, all golden and plump, her back to me so I could gaze adoringly upon the ripe mounds of her buttocks and find that furry patch of hair that protruded even in back, that mossy bronze curliness into which I longed so to stick my prick. This time, I left off all my clothing in the hall, and slipping carefully into the door, progressed across the room to stand trembling beside the bed where my dam lay so appealingly naked and so helplessly asleep in wine.
My prick squeezed tightly in my hand, I lifted myself with great caution upon the bed, so as not to rouse her, even though I heard her small snore in its steady music. But she was on her side, her bum to me, and her thighs were closed. I puzzled this for a space, then guided the head of my paining pizzle gently into the patch of hair that poked out in back near her hidden bung.
So soft, so thrilling, so inspiringly hairy; she was warm and plump and my prick eased in between her full thighs with the caress of her cunt hair atop its aching length, until the head of it pushed out in the air at the base of her belly. My testes caressed her buttocks and were in turn kissed lightly by the prickly hair around her quim. I shivered in delight, in some frustration, and feared lest I loose my long-held juices too hurriedly, ere I bethought of a way to get into that darling cunnie held away from me by her position.
I stroked and retreated, my hands fondling the snowy mounds of her arse as my throbbing prick slipped in and out between her thighs, slipped along the dewiness of her curly hairs.
Sliding down a mite lower, I probed upward, trying to set the head of my pizzle into that magic warm wetness, trying to again find that slippery slot wherein I might insert my rod and push inward until it was once more so gloriously engulfed by the juiciness of my dam's cunt.
She stopped snoring, and her buttocks flexed. Frozen in fear, I stopped pushing and simply lay there without moving. Mama writhed her bum, but my prick slid off the damp spot and prodded her belly instead. I did not move, terrified I should be discovered attempting to screw her, yet more fearful that I might not get to finish the job. It was an impasse most puzzling, and one I could not solve right off.
Slowly then, almost ponderously, mama began to turn over-and she was turning my way. Hardly daring to gasp, I scuttled back, balanced upon the side of the bed, so ready was I to flee for safety and forget my dream of fucking that luscious, hairy pussy again. But mama settled upon her back, with her large, heavy breasts pointing up-great, lovely pillows with their rosy knobs sticking out stiffly. Her belly rose and fell rapidly, and I stared entranced at the vee of her cunt, at the shiny bronze hairs curled tightly over the protruding mount wherein lay the slit that brought ecstasy to any prick that might enter its hotness.
I leaned carefully over and kissed a great pink nipple, and mama sighed. I kissed her belly, and the sighs grew louder, but a glance showed me her eyes still tight shut, showed me she was yet asleep in the unaccustomed numbness of the wine she had consumed. Oh, how I wanted to get into that gleaming-haired pussy! Oh, how I needed, craved, desired, the caress of those pubic hairs around those prick-kissing lips. I trembled; I hesitated, then I climbed with much caution over her legs and used my quivering hands to lift them slightly apart so that the delicious vee of that rapturous cunt was exposed. Ahh-that cunt, that slit, that opening of paradise!
Dare I put my thing into it now? Dare I push my rod into that glistening, waiting slot? If she waked, I was lost. If I did not screw her, I was also lost. I got on my knees betwixt those golden legs and inched forward, trying to stick my organ into those haired and lovely lips, without putting my weight onto her belly and so wake her up. I touched that hairy treasure, and got the very tip of it into that hot gash, just enough so that the thrill shot through me and drew my sac up into a tightly swollen knot.
I pushed more, leaned down a bit more, and the head slipped inside the lips of her cunnie, but I could go no farther without lying down atop her body and grinding the rest of it into that hotly clenching glove so excitingly wet and steamy. I trembled; I shook; I wiggled my head inside that exciting cunt, but I could do naught else without jeopardizing my position, without the threat of bringing mama around.
Suddenly, her round and shapely arse gave a twist; her hairy pelvis hunched up and forward, and her arms lifted to throw themselves around my hips and bring me face down to her twisting flesh. My prick was drawn into her lips, into her sheath, into her womb, and ah, ah-so hotly slick, so wetly creamy, so velvet and satin and all things lush, all things carnally tempting. My rod crammed into her to the hilt; my balls swung against the luxuriously haired crack of her arse.
Her thighs swung up, and her calves raised high to cross over the small of my back and clamp me more securely into the heaving depths of that fabulous pussy. She ground her pelvis into mine; she pulled with her cunnie upon the length and roundness of my young, hard prick. Gasping in shock, I rammed it to her, pounded it to her, gone wild with the feel of all that greasy gripping, gone insane with the sensations of that bubbly, slidy sheath that held silken to my rod. Ah, ah, ah-glory and madness, magics and wonder, in and out, in and out, hunching and squirming to crawl all the way into that passionate hole.
"Ah, ah, ah-" said my dam aloud, her plump arms holding me tight, her plump legs clamped across my heaving back, her ass whipping back and forth, her quim gulping at the very root of my staff, gulping at the sac itself. "Oh, Fletcher-oh darling," she panted, and I knew she was not asleep.
I stiffened out, stopped completely in the midst of my screwing, but she rotated her soft arse and continued to revel upon my prick. "Do not cease, boy. Push faster, push harder-oh-oh-you young demon, I have been waiting long to feel your great staff again. Screw me, lad-fuck me well and long and meaningfully. Ah-that is so; oh-so wonderful your size-so much larger and harder than your sire's. Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Emboldened by her voice, by her whorish actions, I thrust even more strongly into her hotly palpitating womb. I caught her large, round buttocks each to a hand and used them as handholds, so I might drive my distended staff yet deeper, get somehow yet closer, glorying in the hot clenching of her pussy, thrilling mightily to the feel of tender thighs, of a hairy bum, of the juicy slit. She arched her back to pull it to its fullest inside her body, and I reached down my mouth and caught one of those huge, swollen pink nipples. I sucked upon it as we rocked madly upon the bed, grinding and hunching, pushing and pulling, locked sweetly and powerfully together with our flesh.
"Oh!" she cried out. "Oh-lad! You kill me with joy! You tear me wide with happiness!
Oh-that wondrous prick, that great and driving staff! Yes, oh yes-pack me full, for I come! I-come!"
Squeezing me mightily between her thighs, she swung her arse and myself high off the bed, so that only my feet had purchase upon the mattress, and I felt the rich, hot flood of her juice. Shuddering, holding tightly to my dam's lovely arse with both hands, I rammed down into that hairy hole and reached my own gooders, exploding with love and expending myself in a spurt-spurt-spurt of creamy adoration that filled her shivering cunt with the thick liquid of love.
Slowly then, rocking gently to and fro, she let me down so my knees touched the bed, and we lay awhile in loving embrace, my youthfully stiff prick still buried to its swollen hilt into the liquidly rapturous cunt of my just-fucked dam. She held my head to her generous breast and I took her nipple betwixt my teeth, but tenderly, and pulled upon it as I had as a babe, and mama moaned in gentle pleasure.
"Lad, lad-when first you crept into my bed, I woke, but did not speak, lest I frighten you off. I did constrain myself, although when first I felt the strength and majesty of your organ, I almost cried aloud in my passion. Tell me, lad-was I the first? Did you first diddle your mama?"
I said it around the nipple I was loath to leave: "Yes, mama. I do not know how to do it very well, but your beautiful slit inspires me, and I have seen you take my sire's prick many a time."
She stroked my head and her sweet cunnie clenched juicily upon my rod as she moved her darling arse slightly, contracting the muscles within her womb so that her sheath caressed me in there. "You young demon. So you have peeped at your sire and myself screwing here on the bed, and had to come get some of that cunnie for your own? Very well, then, although it is sommat unseemly for a mama to screw her own get this fashion, yet do I crave all the attentions I may receive, most especially when your father is off."
So speaking, she gave a trained lurch of her pelvis and my rod slipped suddenly outside of that quim it wanted never to leave. "And there is a danger," she continued, "a though I swear I might chance any peril to be stroked by that monster peter. So we must make the most of this night, lad. I will show you all I can, so that when you go to screw others, you will do the job properly, and remember your old dam."
"Oh mama," I murmured, fondling her big tits with both hands, but she urged me downward to her belly, which I licked and kissed with joy. Her hands pushed me down more, and before I knew it, I was staring most directly into the curly-haired slit I had just quitted with my rod.
"There, lad," she said, and her sweet arse was rocking again, "go to it with you tongue and teeth. Taste of the joy button inside, and treat it with love, for many a girl will go insane with ecstasy of you but treat her passionately thus."
I did her bidding, inserting my tongue inside that delicious warmth, and tingling to the feel of those crisp hairs upon my chin and cheeks. She wriggled and I tongued, and when I found the exact place, she lurched up against my face with moans and little cries of rapture. I gave her all I could of that, until she fell back weakly and drew me up along her sweaty body to kiss my mouth.
It was she who taught me the intricacies of the French kiss, playing her hot tongue over mine, over the tongue that had but a moment ago quitted the bubbly enjoyment of her quim. Then, with surprising strength, she rolled me over onto my back and began kissing my belly, my knees, my thighs, and I was in no wise ready for the sensation that shot through me when she swiftly closed her lips over the spongy, swollen head of my staff and began to adore it with her tongue and teeth, chewing gently and sucking strongly, telling me between pulls to move my bum so as to gain full enjoyment from the loving.
I found my gooders in this fashion also, and my dam seemed to get some mighty joy from mine, writhing her body and hunching her cunnie upon my leg. Giving me no rest, she lifted herself and placed her hot quim upon my prick; driving her arse down, she encompassed it with a single gulp, took it into her twitching cunt and began to ride me as she might ride a blooded horse, I pitching and tossing with her.
So upon my parents' marriage bed did I learn the intricacies of love, taught by a marvelous teacher, my own dam. She did so love a strong prick, and was fully abandoned as any mare in heat, not barring any of the physical acts and taking care that I should learn all she knew.
Worn, tired by exertions far into the night, she lay upon her belly and I lay atop her generous ass, my staff stuck into her quim from the rear, both of us much a drip from our releases. "Lad," she murmured, "you will be much sought after by cunnies of all ages, now that you know how to screw. But this must be our final fucking, you and I."
When I would have protested, so much in love was I, so betaken with the glory of her hungry cunt, she silenced me by rolling over and taking my prick between her softly caressing fingers. "Dear lad-would that I could screw you day and night, in all the ways I have shown you. Would that your sire understood, and mayhap would share his bed and his quim with you, but I know him too well for that. A horny one, yes, and a mighty screwer in his own right, though you be hung far larger, still your sire is most jealous, and would slay us both, did he ever discover your young prick within my quim."
"But mama," I said, "we may both screw you, and thus give you more delights, and-"
"Silly," she said, moving her hand up and down my staff. "But true, if only your sire would see it thus. Yet he will not, so I must take what I may get from him, and I will admit he puts it to me more than middling good. You will find many cunts to dip this marvelous rod into, but do not forget the first one you stroked, the first one you kissed. It will remember your thing forever."
I mounted her as she opened her legs. Her pussy was a drip and loosened by our long screwing, but she was ready as ever. I shoved it inside her cunnie and stroked back and forth in that clenching loveliness.
"But mama-whenever papa goes off, I can come into your room and screw you like this, like this again, and more-"
"Oh yes," she breathed, "I will chance that. But only when he is gone from the city. And your sister-we must keep her from knowledge, since she is so young-" and she shifted her arse to please me better with the trained gyrations of her most educated pussy.
I took me a tit in each hand and lifted my ass to drive home my hard prick, to hammer it into the protective softness of that most wonderful cunt, to pound it savagely into that liquid-greased womb. My mama could answer every stroke with one of her own, and thus she did, fucking me back with all her strength and all her love. No lad ever had better, especially in his first night of screwing.
At dawn, she made me leave her, but not until we had taken another long screwing in that position I had first gotten into her by-her plump leg over my hip, her hand reached around to cup my sac, and my staff stuffed into her as we lay side by side and belly to belly. Bidding me promise to touch her not until my sire would be called from home on business once more, she sent me from the room, and though neither of us knew it, that early morning fuck was to be our last to share together.
Only a week later, I got into my darling sister Nellie by first loving her by mouth, and a week after that, first stuffed her with my hungry prick. My sire did not leave on business for some months, all which time I stared greedily at my dam's backside whenever she passed, and even though I was getting Nellie's sweet cunnie every day, still I longed for another bout with mama's practiced quim.
But it was not to be. I was sent off to school, and got into that trouble in the basement with Nellie when she visited me, and that lecherous schoolmaster purloined some of her sweet young cunt for himself. I was thence shipped off to sea.
CHAPTER TEN
The queen allowed Kim Kuni to take his face from atwixt her thighs, allowed him to rise and find rice whiskey to wash down the clinging tastes of her quim, whence he had explored with tongue and lips whilst I told my tale of diddling in my early days.
Min Bi sipped wine from a dainty porcelain cup brought her by a handmaiden. "Then, Mengsu," she said, "you used this newly learned knowledge of screwing to seduce your young sister?"
"Yes," I said. "And our Nellie turned immediately into a most adept fuckeress. Our dam passed the trait on to us, that of placing screwing above all else, and little sister took to the staff with a will and eagerness that surpassed even our dam's."
I then told the gathered company of how Nellie had come to me at the schoolhouse, and of how we had slipped together down into the basement behind the coal bin to couple each other. So hungry were we for diddling, having been without for some months, that we lost all caution and went straight at it, hearing nothing but the sounds of our flesh and juices, seeing naught but our own eyes begging for carnal delights. I had but screwed her twice, loosing each time great floods of long withheld semen, when we were discovered by the bastardly old lech who called himself a schoolmaster.
There stood I, hastily withdrawn rod stiffly erect and gleaming with expended juices, both hers and mine; and there lay Nellie, stripped to the buff, her shapely small legs thrown wide, her feathery-haired and delicious young cunnie aimed for more, its lips slightly reddened from her recent screwings. And there hovered the schoolmaster, chastising switch in hand, peering over his spectacles at the lovely little lass who lay frightened and bare-arsed before him.
"Master Farrow," he said sharply, "and your own sister! An affront, sirrah-to the school and the laws of the land. The law; I shall call the constable."
"Please no," Nellie begged, sitting up and feeling about for her discarded clothing.
"Well-" the schoolmaster said, "but in the interests of science-lad, did she take all of that monster engine of yours? Did this tiny lass engulf every inch of that huge tool that stands so long and swollen, or is it that you merely insert the head of it into her quim, and so content yourself with but a modicum of screwing thus?" I swallowed, in fear of the law. "She-she buried it full length in her womb, schoolmaster. We-we have done it many times before."
"Stan back," said the old lecher, stooping to drop his own pantaloons. "I must see this for myself."
"But sir," Nellie said softly, "I have not fucked anyone but my dear brother. Mayhap I will not please you."
I made a menacing move, and the man said: "I'll have the law on both ye, do you not stand back and keep quiet."
What else could we do? I stood guard whilst the skinny-legged old man crawled between Nellie's beautiful legs and set his prick head to the already slicked lips of her young quim. He shoved his rod into her, and since her sweet cunt was already adapted to screwing my large prick, why then his narrow one slipped in with great ease, and Nellie went immediately to lifting and rotating her delicate ass.
The darling girl took a new prick with great verve, with a merry and inspiring thrusting that sent the old lech screwing her into paroxysms of joy. Panting and hunching his scrawny arse, he put it to her until he stiffened out and got his gooders, releasing his stuff into her hot little quim, squirting it full of himself. Nellie got her own, twisting her luscious bum and clamping him a twixt her legs until she was satisfied for the nonce.
Trembling, gasping for air, his strength drained from his grey haired testes, the schoolmaster climbed off my sister and put on his pantaloons. To me, he said: "Very well. I will not call the constable, lest you see fit to give me cause. But I will see you here tomorrow, both of you at this time, and see that the lass be prepared to give me another fine screwing. Upon my word, it be passing strange that a child so young and so small is so well adapted to the prick and so eager to have it buried in her tiny quim."
At this point in my story, I paused to drink heartily of apple brandy, saddened and homesick. I told them, the listening court and the queen, of how the schoolmaster had screwed my sister for weeks, rutting and grinning at his treasure found between her sweet thighs. And I admitted that Nellie got her gooders each time, also, although she swore to me that she loved my prick better.
The trouble came when I was busy at her darling cunnie one afternoon before the old man was due to come into the basement. I was thrusting and stuffing it into her, swinging my arse so that my staff moved within her womb from side to side, giving her more joy and yet increasing her lust for more. Her glorious little bum was set atop a discarded school desk, and her feet were braced upon my shoulders as I stood between her white thighs and pounded away at her juicy quim, getting in my licks ere the schoolmaster would come down and pull out his own skinny staff for the dipping.
But when the man came, he was accompanied by the mayor and the constable, and I was caught dead to rights with my staff just then spitting its load far back into the cupped cunnie of my twisting sister. They pulled me off the lass and wrapped her in a blanket and hammered me about sommat, not listening to my protests nor my accusations against the schoolmaster. He denied all, and I was sent home for another cuffing and a severe lacing from a razor strop ere my sire arranged to have me shipped off aboard the U.S. man o' war Arabella.
I heard that some busybody had seen us diddling through a basement window and had called the law, forcing the lecherous schoolmaster to pretend he knew naught of such a thing. Naturally, the man was loath to give up his own screwing of sweet Nellie, although I would wager he tolled her back to his school soon as I was hied away to sea. Her softly mossed little quim was too excellent a diddle to let slip away. I would imagine that since I have been gone, little Nellie has grown sommat, and has gotten her share of prickings from the local lads, if not from our sire, who looked at her with more than fatherly scorn when it was told him how she had been screwing her own brother for some months.
So it might be an entirely changed house, were I to get home ere long (said I to the gathering of Koreans) for mayhap my dam has confessed to her screwing of me, and if papa has been putting it to Nellie, taking turns a twixt her and mama, why then he should not object should I return and join into the games, helping him change about from girl to woman.
There was silence for awhile when I stopped talking and drained yet another bowl of brandy. My head was threatening to go a swim, but I cared not for all my fine promises made to myself that very morn. I was lonely and adrift, only flotsam cast up on a strange shore, abandoned by all who might truly care for me, and I very much missed the succor offered by my sweet Nellie's quim, and the love of my dam's cunnie.
"Poor Mengsu," said the empress. "Your misfortune has been our good fortune, for had you not been brought to us, your head would already have been paraded through the streets atop a pike. Be of good cheer, Mengsu, drink deeply and choose you someone for the night's screwing." Her gentle reminder cleared my mind, for indeed I could be dead. I smiled at her sommat drunkenly and said: "Of course, I choose my queen, but if Min Bi will allow, I would add a pleasure for her. The lad Kim Tani-he and I should be able, with proper positioning, to stuff you at the same time."
The queen's eyes went wide and thoughtful. "Yes-now that I think on it, I see where such a thing may be possible. Oh Mengsu, how thoughtful you are, how inventive. Come lad-let us do as Mengsu says, so that I may have two pricks in my quim at once, although one of them is small. If this finishes properly, and with increased thrills, then shall we attempt the act with another staff of larger size, one to almost match that of the great Mengsu."
I had the boy lie down on his back with his hard little pizzle standing stiffly erect, his legs spread and bent at the knees. Sitting down between them, I pushed my arse up tightly to his and hooked my legs over his knees, so that our pricks-so mismatched in size but not in intent, were snugged to each other, our sacs pressed together, indeed, our buttocks compressed one to the other. Our staffs stood together, a double headed monster ready for the cavern that approached us.
The queen, seeing our waiting positions, came to stand straddled across us, looking down with eager anticipation at our joined pricks, one head large, one head small, that stood for her. Squatting carefully down, lowering her shapely arse with delicate precision, so that her near hairless quim soon touched my head first, since the other stood three inches below it. I felt the steaminess of its greedy lips, the wondrous softness of her parted thighs as she twisted gently to insert my head into her flesh.
Down she came, and I whispered to the lad to lie still, to allow the queen to make all the movements, lest we twist ourselves out of her tight quim ere the screwing had really begun.
Squirming a bit, leaning down her hands to balance herself upon my chest (since she was squatting facing me) the queen came down easily, adjusting her cunnie so that the boy's pizzle was fitted into her hungry lips also, and it pressed I been so filled; never have I loved such meat inside my quim. Ah, but it is joy; it is wonder. Oh, my lovers, my twin screwers-feel how tightly to my own prick. Ah, but the sensation was new and exciting, to have that young, hard staff a brother to mine own, to have Min Bi lower her ass until both our rods were buried into her quim to the fullest. She sat upon us then, hot, tight pussy stretched about our two pricks, our mingled sacs flattened beneath her buttocks.
She began to move, slowly and carefully, her head thrown back and her white teeth locked into her lower lip, moaning and hissing in her pleasure at having two pricks filling her cunnie at the same time. She wriggled tenderly, with caution, so as not to tear herself upon the combined meats inside her womb. The lad could not help but grind his own arse slightly, so excited was he at his staff joining mine whilst the queen's cunt sheathed us both. I held mine own rod still, so that Min Bi could rotate pleasurably upon it, cupping its head with the tight grip of her inner womb muscles.
The motion was joyful, swishing her lubricated pussy around and about our tools, and the lad worked his balls tighter to mine in his ecstasy, rubbing his stiff prick against mine in the mutual confinement of the woman's working cunnie. It was good and it was exciting, and all the others gathered around to watch us fuck thusly. I saw Whaja slip a finger into Kilja's ready quim, and saw the tiny Chuni grasp her sire's large staff in both hands.
We worked together, most of the labor left of course to the queen. She spoke aloud as she gyrated her bum and rolled our pricks within her. "Ah-Mengsu! Ah-Tani! Never have my cunnie clenches; feel how it spews forth its juices, for I-I release-I strike-I come!"
Her oils oozed down upon our tools as her womb grabbed and let go with a new juiciness. Then the lad cried out and hunched himself to rub his sac against the root of my staff and against the gripping lips of the queen's cunnie. He fired his small load, and I felt it wash over my rod, felt it spurting against my prick as it washed to the ridges around the head.
I could no longer hold back, and I condemned the Hindu method of thinking upon other subjects, condemned it to perdition. With a wrenching stroke, I screwed it a mite deeper into the queen's pulsing womb, and touched off my own broadside. This was a bursting, creamy, nigh to boiling load that packed her already slick cunt with semen, that flooded over the lad's prick and my own, and set the queen to crying out in a new and wild ecstasy as she felt it inside her.
Swaying, near to fainting, the empress leaned over until her arse pointed directly at Tani until she could rest her tits against the curl of yellow hair upon my heaving chest. The lad sat up, still holding his pizzle within her now lifeless cunnie, and caressed the twin cheeks of her shapely, sleek ass with both' exploring hands, delighted at this opportunity to fondle his queen's bum.
"Mengsu," she breathed, "dear Mengsu. When I have the strength, I will take myself off your lovely prick, and that of the willing lad. I wish you then to arm yourself, to fortify your power with soju and sagwah sool, so that the whiskies keep you stiff for the next coupling. This time, I would try it with Kim Kuni and you, to see if possibly I can fit my cunnie about both those glorious staffs."
"You may split yourself," said I.
"I must try," she said, and lifted herself from our staffs.
The handmaidens took Tani to cleanse him, exclaiming among themselves over his still erect pizzle, and the eagerness with which the lad gave himself over to their ministrations. One of them, I knew, would soon have him mounting her, and the two left over would then choose the Kim woman and her elder or younger daughter. Something for everyone was the queen's motto, and few ever had the opportunity to feel left out of her sexual tableaus. Her handmaidens were so trained, so selected, that each of them got as much pleasure from coupling with a woman as with a man, turn and turn about.
I drank more brandy, saluting Kim Kuni with my bowl. He returned the gesture, saying "Sool tupshida," the traditional Korean toast. He was once more ready, again eager to stick it into his empress. The man was indeed a mighty screwer, and a great help to me.
The empress was drinking heartily, also, laughing at the play of her girls with the lad, but she soon stopped her humors to call the man and I to her side. "My stallions," she said, "I think we shall try the same position, since that seems the most likely to succeed. But since your staffs together are much larger, then I think it best that Mengsu have his-the larger one
-into my quim ere Kuni tries to insert his rod. So, Kim Kuni, although you will lie with your bum to Mengsu's, you will keep your rod pressed along your belly until I tell you to push it in alongside Mengsu's great engine."
She then bade me lie down, and guided Kim Kuni into place, just as his son had been, with his sac against mine, our legs interlocked, but only with my rod straight up for the empress to lower herself onto. This she did straightaway, fitting her cunnie to its head with a grind and a dropping down of her shapely arse, so that my rod slid home into her pre-lubricated cunnie without hesitation. When she was seated upon my hairy mound, she made circular motions so as to loosen herself.
I moved gently with her, assisting the queen to bring forth her oils of love, so that her quim would be juicier and so more apt to take into itself the considerable staff of Kim Kuni. The man was even then gyrating his buttocks against mine, rubbing his sac into my hairy one, most anxious to try forcing his throbbing tool into the queen's cunnie. Once having pricked that delicious sheath, any man must desire more of it, must ever crave another bout with its hot wetness.
"Now," cried the empress. "Now, Kim Kuni
-start in the head of your staff, but gently, man-easy, for I am already comfortably packed with the great rod of Mengsu."
Panting, wriggling his eager ass, Kim Kuni took his prick in hand and bent it up so that the head of it might kiss the pried-open lips of Min Bi's cunnie, so that the head of his prick might caress my prick at the taut joining of staff to lower ridge of its head. I must admit I liked the feel of it, the spongy caress of its small and slidy mouth.
The queen hoisted her bum so that Kim Kuni might attempt to push his thing up alongside mine. He shoved carefully but powerfully, and his swollen head crowded in beside mine, pushed apart the stretched lips of her cunnie and forced itself inside. But the fitting was very tight and although the queen writhed in erotic happiness upon our companioned pricks, I was certain she felt pain as well as joy.
"Ah!" she called out. "Ah, my handmaidens, my court-see me taking both these large pricks into my cunt. See me being packed by two lovers, being screwed by two men at the same time! How wonderful the feel of their twinned pricks. How magnificent the caress of their staff heads inside my pussy!"
But neither Kim Kuni nor myself could move. The other man's rod was pinned tightly to mine, held fast by the squeezing of the queen's overcrowded cunt. I bethought me of another quim that would have taken both our staffs with much more ease, and wished I might some day have the opportunity, and the friend to assist me, that we might together screw my hot and willing dam.
"Oh," cried the queen. "I cannot; I cannot. My poor quim is too small, and I feel it will rip asunder do I but lower all my weight upon these two strong pricks. I cry; I sob; I am sorely disappointed, but in truth, I cannot screw thusly."
"Stand fast," I told Kim Kuni, "whilst I work my rod out of her. My queen-I will roll to one side, and do you the same, as it please you. There-my rod slips put of your distended quim, and the rolling-so! Kim's staff is also freed. Now, my empress, we shall both screw you, but in tandem, in turn. I shall slip it into your sweet cunt from the front, and take a few strokes like this-"
Suiting action to the words, I inserted my prick into her pulsing cunt and stroked several corkscrew style lunges into her, making her willing pussy more slippery with her oils. Then I pulled regretfully out, and used my hands to present her darling arse toward Kim Kuni, who had changed position so that her buttocks caressed his swollen prick.
"Now, man-" I said, "do you cram in your own prick and take several strokes-easy now, for it is not always easy to fit it in from the rear. There man-I can see it pushing into her cunt. I can see you slide it in clear to your swinging sac, all the way to your balls. So, my queen-he screws you a few strokes, so that you feel the difference in his prick, in the method he uses to drive his organ deeper. Now, I will take his place; my prick will replace his inside your squirming cunt. Ah, there-sweet and hot and liquidy, so I will thrust and-"
We screwed her thusly, Kim Kuni shoving it into her from the rear, wriggling his staff into her quim for some moments, then me pulling her hips toward me and so slipping the man's prick out of her gulping pussy so I might stuff my own hard staff into it. I fucked and Kim Kuni fucked, and in a few minutes, his stroking swiftened, racing onward in a frenzied thrusting to a climax whereby his testes drew up flexing inside his wrinkled sac, and I stared down with interest at how his prick swelled at the base as its head rained forth hot and sticky juices into the queen's delicious cunt.
Immediately, he pulled himself out and I hurried to ram my big prick into the trembling slot his had just quitted. I shoved my staff up into that clenching hot glove that grasped it as if with gentle fingers. She was fluid inside, very slippery and all a bubble from Kim Kuni's ejaculation, made hotly greasy by the creaminess of his violent emission of love. I reveled in the clinging juiciness of it all, stabbing strongly and swiftly into her, and the empress screamed out in her maddened joy, in the throes of her continuing gooders as I hammered the hard and hungry meat into her frothing womb.
My own gooders came rushing up, and the head of my organ flexed as it gathered its forces to fire the broadside into her sheath. I felt gentle hands upon my swollen sac, felt careful fingers fondling the testes within, and looked across the queen's gyrating hips to sec Kim Kuni caressing my balls as I fired the powerful load into the woman we had both screwed to a fare thee well.
The empress went limp, fucked out of her senses, and Kim Kuni held my sac cupped in his hand as her thigh lay over my hip and he snugged his own yet adrip rod to the crack of her bum. We lay there panting together as the group about us commented and made sounds of approval. The girls watching were all heated up, and the boy was already at work sticking his elder sister, but the man and I lay resting for the nonce, having both found a close friend as we shared the queen's cunt.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
At times such as these, I must needs stop in the telling of my narrative and gather my thoughts, for there be so many happenings, so many and varied details to recount and rememher, that I find myself going past some events and jumping too far ahead to tell of others.
I also find myself in periods of depression whence I think that all is lost, that I will never again clap eyes upon the green hills of Worchester, Massachusetts, U.S.A. But I force these deary thoughts from my mind, and concentrate instead upon my physical exercises, so that I may keep in excellent condition, both for the requirements put upon my services as stud by the queen, her handmaidens and the family Kim, and for the opportunity to escape that may some rare day offer itself to me. For I have made my decision to take such a chance, should it ever come into being, casting all caution to the winds and grasping the opportunity ere it pass and never come again.
I must return home. It is not only that I yearn to be once more amongst my own kind, to walk again fully clothed and shod amongst men and women civilized and educated differently from these peoples here. It is also that, influenced though I might be by my duties and my constant companions, I find my mind dwelling more and more upon those females I left behind me. I think often of my sweet sister Nellie, she of the tightly clenching cunnie and the delectable arse; I dream of mama, of the plumply golden legs and the generous pussy, and I wonder daily if papa has come to dip himself into his daughter, if he changes off from one adoring quim to the other, mayhap all together in that bed wherein I lost my virginity to my own dam. I envy him for it, for there is something in my blood that inspires me to greater heights of screwing when my own flesh is under me.
Mayhap it is a trait inherited from my dam, for a certain the same tendencies are shared by my sister Nellie. Although she screwed most adequately the lecherous schoolmaster, draining him of a strength and ambition by the deft use of her tight little cunnie, still her most fervent loving was reserved for the fucking of her brother. I can imagine that by now she has most surely seduced our sire, especially since he is known for his frequent and hearty screwings, and I can see in my fevered mind the pictures of him rodding his thing into her as Nellie arches and twists and throws her delightful bum about in the joy of deep and prolonged screwing. I can see the intent face of my dam watching the event, her own plump and generous flesh heated and a twitch for her own share of ecstasies. Mayhap she assists him in putting his staff into their daughter; mayhap Nellie fastens her mouth to mama's nipple as our sire plunges his meaty rod into her. I know not which nor how, and the thinking upon it is driving me crackers.
Besides, do I escape from this savage land and make a return to my own home, I may then search about and find a wife, preferring one with a sister, a brother and a dam all willing to participate in a family screwing, so that I may share these with my sire. We will then cut ourselves off from the rest of the world and diddle away the days and the nights in a long and ever loving overlapping of flesh and hearts.
Nay, I but dream. The autumn sky over Korea is all forlorn, and there lies my plain of battle, writhing before me-woman quims await me, lip upon lip beyond opened ramparts of tender thighs, and it is inside some furiously attacking cunnie that I shall probably expire. I shall be drained of the final drop of semen, and my backbone will turn to jelly and pour itself out through the straining head of my so overworked staff. Then will I pass away, sucked dry of juices and made into a shell of wrinkled old flesh no longer able to sustain life.
No more of this. Forgive my ramblings, gentle reader. To he who discovers this second narrative (for I fear the first one has gone long astray) do I plead understanding, for many men placed in such dire straits would already have gone daft. I wish not to inflict the reader with my trials and tribulations, but rather to render to him a truthful and detailed reporting of all that has occurred to me since I have been lost and abandoned upon these rocky shores. I but hope to convince the reader, whomsoever he may be, that my plight is real, that my danger is actual, and that I am in all honesty a qualified citizen of the United States of America and indeed, a man serving in his country's Navy. I plead my case to convince any whose eyes may fall upon this missive that I am most urgently in need of succor.
But I must also hasten in the telling, for I have again reached a bargain with another fisherman (the man who cast my first tale into the sea having been lost in a great typhoon along with his boat) and must needs soon pass along this completed narrative to be sealed into yet another glass fishing float. These floats are used by the fishermen of this nation (and indeed, by those of Nippon) to hold up the ends of their nets, and are most reliable to float, being sealed all around and so made water tight.
This man, bribed by many nocturnal visits of the darling child Kim Chuni, bought in part by many screwings of her sweet little quim and the ministrations of her now educated mouth, has consented to do as the other unfortunate fisherman promised. He is to cast this missive into the warm currents that move always to the east, those ocean tides that-barring accident-will some day cast up on the western shores of my own land, this piteous cry for help. Of course, the man demanded and received a jewel, another of my small hoard presented me by a grateful empress and held against the day I may be able to purchase a boat for a chance at making my own escape.
Since I must bind together the rest of this tale, not knowing yet exactly when of the clock upon which day the fisherman will pass word to me that his boat is ready and the tides are correct, I will leave off caterwauling my fate and speak only of the events which take place both here at the palace and that which will occur (as I have been informed by the empress) next springtime upon the beaches of the Yellow Sea to the west of this capital city Seoul.
Sensing my moments of unhappiness, Min Bi has spoken of the spring event often, describing to me that bringing together of the virginal lads and lasses from all over her kingdom. It is her won't to witness this great meeting of the as yet unscrewed, moving among the boys and girls and setting them one upon the other in their first initiations into the arts of fuckery.
Assisted by the doctors of her court, her handmaidens and her chosen lovers, Min Bi then gives the signal by whence all couples begin to screw one the other, and the darling queen watches closely to so discern which of the girls is a true fuckeress, and which of the boys may be chosen for her own diddling sometime in the future. The girls are sometimes made handmaidens, and the ones which have long served the queen are released from their duties, given large doweries, and sent forth to marry. It is a good custom, this, for it exchanges girls and spreads good and lasting friends of the queen among the population, to be ever faithful to their ruler, that paragon of beauty and understanding with whom they long shared so much carnal pleasure.
Soon, also, the queen has promised a journey into the hills north of the city, although the route be snowy ere many months have passed, and the winds strongly chilling, so that we may pay a visit to her family home. She tells in glowing detail of the beauty of her two sisters, whose sweet and little used cunnies she will present to me for screwing.
I will look forward to these events, most especially the large gathering of virgins, for I shall be given permission to move among the screwing couples and pick partners for myself, to choose any delightful little lass that catches my eye and causes my prick to swell eagerly. I am grateful for these anticipations, and know that I will most thoroughly enjoy myself when I diddle the sisters of the queen, for screwing close blood (even though it cannot be my own) always is inspiring to me, and brings me to greater peaks of sensuality.
"Mengsu," said the queen, "be not downcast, my stallion. Were it within my scope, I might find myself thinking of other ways to please-mayhap by helping you plan your escape. But when'ere I think upon this, I wonder how I shall ever do without the packing of your wondrous staff. I cannot deprive myself of such prodding, Mengsu; not yet. So be of good cheer that you are under my protection, for there be those in the palace who would see you gutted and fed to the carp." I brightened immediately. "Thank you, my queen. Know that I do not pine to escape your sweet embraces, but only as a man must pine for his own country and his own family. Would that I could steal you and carry you away with me upon the deck of some swift ship, so we would sail free together and thence live in my own country together-as man and wife."
Min Bi looked long and deeply at me with those almond eyes the shade of midnight. "Well spoken, Mengsu-and were I not queen, with the weight of my country upon my shoulders, I would think much upon what you have said. Mayhap chance will turn, and I may yet have to call upon you for more than your staff, for something more than the comfort and delights of your screwing."
"I am your servant," I said, "and your eternal lover, my queen."
"Then disport yourself now, for my edification," she said. "Show me your pleasures with the family Kim, for they, like you, are now a permanent part of my court. I doubt me that I shall ever find another family so eager to screw one another, nor so eager to share that screwing among others. I already know that nowhere in this land has been found a subject with a rod so large as Kim Kuni's, just as I already know that none will ever be discovered here to match the glorious staff of the great Mengsu."
"My queen does me honor," I said. "And I will do my utmost to show you my particular desires in disporting myself with the family Kim. Is there aught you would have me perform, any especial event you desire to witness, my queen?"
"It shall be your choice, Mengsu," said she, reclining amongst cushions and sipping sweet wine, dressed in a white gown of silken design that clung beautifully to her supple form, making her somehow more appealing than if she had been completely naked.
"Very well, then," said I, and motioned to the family Kim to gather about me. Stripping off my pantaloons, I stepped forth with my prick in hand, massaging it gently so that it would rise to its full proportion. I was thinking of some chain of flesh, of putting together the family face to bum, so that each would be eating of another's organ, and of splicing myself into that chain by putting my meat into one or the other at
THE END of it. This, I bethought me, would most likely be the lass Chuni, since I had not screwed her in some days, and since her toothsomely exquisite little cunt reminded me most of that of my sister Nellie's quim.
But then the fear struck me, for my staff would not rise. Though I shook it and caressed it, and bade the Kims pose themselves nude for me, my rod hung limp and refused to harden itself. I was stricken, turned ill from shock, and I swayed upon my spread feet.
"Here," I called to the dam Sunya, whose large breasts had their nipples standing ready, whose faintly haired cunt was already agleam with her juices in anticipation of a good screwing. "Here, good woman-take this tired staff into thy mouth and suck most heartily upon it, whilst you kneel before me and caress my testes in your hands. That is it, good dam-suck well, for I would have it leap to harden itself that I may soak it once more in your sweet and oily pussy, that I may again fuck you as your daughters and son, and yea, your husband assist us in getting wondrous gooders."
Sunya came crawling to take it into her lips, and though she licked and tongued and sucked strongly upon its shrunken head, the thing lay dead between her teeth, fondle my balls and stroke my bung though the woman might. I turned stricken eyes upon the queen, who was watching narrowly.
"A while," I begged her, "a space more time, that I may ready my betraying rod-"
"I have been expecting this," said she, wisely. "What with your yearning for home and the cunnies of your dam and sister, you have cast a spell upon yourself, Mengsu."
She struck a gong, and in a moment, the great oaken door swung in, and her physicians trooped into these private chambers. One graybeard chuckled to see me standing spraddled, with the woman pulling her mouth upon my rod, but hushed himself at a flash of anger from the queen.
"The royal potion," she commanded. "And quickly, physician.
Graybeard protested. "But Min Bi-the potion is reserved by law only for those of royal blood. I dare not-the law-"
She leaped erect, small body tense and hands fisted at her hips. "I am the law, physician! I dare anything. The potion-else it be taken from your bloody corpse."
Trembling, the old man hurried to the table, taking a vial from the folds of his coat. Carefully, he shook but two diamond drops into a bowl full of rice whiskey, then stopped the vial and secreted it away once more. "As my queen commands," he said, bowing low.
She brought me the bowl herself, pushing the woman Sunya aside with a regal knee. "Drink, Mengsu-it will renew you and do you no harm; this I swear."
I took the bowl and threw back my head to pour its contents down a throat gone dry as dust. I tasted only the whiskey, knew only the bite of the potent rice distillation as it burnt my mouth and tongue and raced down my throat to lie warming in the pit of my belly.
"A moment, my love," said Min Bi, and waved an imperious hand for the physicians to scuttle out. They hied themselves off, and I stood ashamed and fearful before the company of silent women and the man, the boy who could raise hards to humble my limp tool.
Then I felt the burgeoning power of the secret potion. I felt the swift heat of it spreading through my belly, through my loins, indeed, even unto my bung which clenched and knotted itself. I felt a power surge into my prick, and stared down at the length of meat as it slowly but surely turned itself rigid and lifted erect to shine its swollen head in its it reddened glory. I swear it grew in size, even, standing longer and more fully distended than it had ever before been. I touched it, and the flexing of the head dampened itself in readiness for screwing.
"My queen," I murmured in gratitude. "Oh, how I thank you!"
"Enjoy, enjoy," she said graciously, and lay back once more to relish the spectacle that was about to unfold itself for her eyes. Min Bi knew more of this than I did, for she had seen the royal potion at work ere now, and knew sommat what to expect of its marvelous powers.
I knew naught of this witchcraft, naught of the tremendous endurance this magic potion would impart to my staff; I could but be happy that my wonted rigidity had been returned to me, that I would be enabled to screw once again.
Taking a long stride forward, I grasped the staring Sunya by the hair and aimed my throbbing, rock-hard rod at her lips. Calling to her husband, I said: "Come, Kim Kuni-whilst I screw your wife in the mouth, do you fuck her cunnie from the rear. On your knees, woman; lift your arse for your husband and widen your ripe lips for your lover."
Grinning joyously, Kim Kuni dropped to his knees and grasped his wife of many years by the arse, opening her lush buttocks for the strong and immediate thrusting of his staff. I too went to my knees as the woman posed on all fours, and reached my hands under her body to take a plentiful and down-swinging tit in each hand. Advancing my rod, I thrust it into her mouth, pushed it steadily across her tongue and felt the caressing touch of her teeth upon its new and virile strength.
"Ah, comrade," I called to the man as he hunched it into his wife's quim from the rear, "how does your wife's cunt react? Her mouth fondles my prick merrily; I touch the back of her velvet throat with the distended head of it. She sucks gaily upon my engine, comrade."
He stroked into her cunt, pulling back his arse and ramming it forward so she would feel the full effect of his battering ram. To me he answered : "She is hot as ever, my friend; her cunt grips my prick with fevered pleasure, for this woman truly loves to be screwed. Feed your prick into her throat, my friend, and we shall see if we cannot reach heaven at the same moment, thus dousing her in each end with the riches of our staffs."
I laid it into his wife's mouth, holding her face between my palms, pushing and hunching as if it were the first sucking I had ere endured. I made the poor woman choke on my stabbing head, though she licked and pulled upon it with rare good will and evident pleasure. My sac swung against her chin and sometimes touched her neck, so mad a pounding was I giving to the hot suction of her loving mouth.
"Suck him well, wife," Kim Kuni called out, "for I am building to my gooders within your slippery womb. Shake your bum woman, and swing your arse more from side to side, that I may reach heaven at the same moment as the mighty staff you suck."
So saying, the man gave a maddened series of hunchings, pulled wide his wife's buttocks, and grunted wildly as he pierced to the very end cup of her twitching and juicy cunt. I felt her shudder, felt the final thrust as he crammed his rod to her and loosed his gooders in a savage spurting. I then forced my head into the velvet confines of her throat and pumped twice more, just enough to shoot out my own liquid of love. Chunya swallowed hastily, lest it choke her, but did not cease her pulling upon my staff, so that it continued to throb in ecstasy.
I released her face as the queen applauded our efforts, and then withdrew my dripping tool from a twixt her caressing lips. As my comrade in fuckery backed away from her tremulous arse, letting his own prick out into the air, I motioned him aside and rolled his wife over onto her back. Sunya stared wide-eyed up at me as I caught her legs and jerked them apart. With no hesitation, I came down upon her belly with my own, and rammed most swiftly into her palpitating slot, into that freshly screwed cunt so lubricated with her husband's juices intermingled with her own coming. My prick thrust in to the hilt, and I stroked it strongly into her grasping womb, reaching to its end in a moment and forcing her to arch her back so my prick would not batter her end cup.
Then I stood up, climbed to my full height, holding the surprised bitch by the arse handles. Her long black hair swept the floor and she was of a sudden upside down, with only her head resting upon the matting. Tightly gripping her buttocks, I slid her entire body back and forth upon the bended thrusting of my swollen prick. I whipped her back and forth, hunching myself to fit it better into her twisting, flooded cunt.
"You screw me to death, Mengsu!" she scream-ed, but her cunt gave lie to her lips, for she flung it about insanely, wringing its sheath about my prick as it went in and out, in and out of her. "Oh-Mengsu! Oh-I release! I come! I die-for surely I am dead and this is heaven, to be forever impaled upon the long hardness of your great prick!"
And Sunya fainted; she went limp and her eyes rolled back. But I continued to pump my staff into the loosened pussy, grinding it about in the mingled oils trapped there, the fluids of her husband, the creams of her own gooders so oft repeated-and then, again came roaring out my own-stronger, lustier than ever before, a full load that washed out the entire gloving of her lax pussy.
I lowered her gently, slipping her off my stiff rod and placing her upon her back, so that her thighs spread wide and her wispy-haired cunnie gleamed damply in the light. I called to her son: "Here. Tani! Mount your dam and screw away whilst she sleeps; she will enjoy her awakening more if she finds you a tween her legs and fucking away."
The boy leaped to obey my order, small but sturdy pizzle erect in his hand. Lying atop his flaccid dam, he probed until his little peter found the wet slot and pushed itself in. Eyes closed in bliss, mouth fastened to one of her lavish tits, Kim Tani pumped happily away at his dam's sleeping cunnie. This night, Kim Sunya would have all the possible screwing she could contain.
Kim Kuni was still grinning. "Comrade, which of my daughters shall we screw now, and how shall we screw her?"
"I would eat of the lass's small quim," I said, "to relax it from the screwing Chuni will soon get. So let us gather like this: I lie upon my back, and your elder daughter Sooni squats to take my staff into her belly. Little Chuni may then sit upon my mouth, spreading her tender small quim so that I may lick into it whilst her sister rides my staff."
I suited action to words, lying down and aiming upward as the older girl came to straddle my body and lower her bum carefully upon my iron hard and erect prick. It went into her with barely a pause, so slickened had she become by watching her dam screwed in each end. Her shapely arse rested between my thighs and my staff was buried to the root inside her.
Small Chuni skipped to my head and placed her tiny feet one upon each side of my cheeks. Then, laughing lightly, she squatted slowly so that I watched the descent of her hairless, slick quim, watched the small lips come down upon me. When she sat her weight against my mouth, I ran my tongue between my lips and probed her darling cunnie lips, licking the length and width of it until I tasted her childish liquid wetting us.
But I had forgot my friend and the father of the girls. Turning my head beneath the lass's shapely thigh, I called out to him: "Kim Kuni, do you stand with your rod between the girls, so that you may slip it in turn into their mouths as you so desire, alternating a twixt them."
Since the girls faced each other, this was an easy task for the man, and I saw his long rod come in between their posed lips ere I turned back my face and settled to the serious tonguing of Chuni's tiny joy hole, so lovely and velvet, so beauteous and satin. I licked swiftly in and out, caressing her little joy button until her sweet small ass began to squirm in delight. Then, holding my tongue upon the bump, I sucked at her entire quim as if it were a particularly succulent fruit which I so desired to drain.
I know not which of the girl's mouths Kim Kuni used to loose his gooders into. I know only that he stroked into first Sooni's lips, thence into Chuni's, until his time came and he hunched madly to feed it into whichever daughter pulled upon it at the proper moment.
For myself, I blew off twice into the bouncing Sooni's pussy, and had little Chuni reach her gooders as many times upon my tongue. Then, with barely a pause, I whipped my tool out of Sooni, and lifted her younger sister around to seat her in turn upon my yet massive prick.
I screwed little Chuni well, fucked her long and strongly, until she also moaned for mercy, although her little quim was now well greased and clutching spasmodically at my staff. Flooding her full of my gooders, I turned her over to her father, who had stopped to rest after sticking his elder daughter.
I crammed the handmaiden Kilja, pounded her arse until she yipped like a bitch dog; then I screwed the handmaiden Soinah, doing it to her upon her back whilst her slim legs waved high in the air. Then I mounted Whaja, and bounced her upon the floor like a hand ball, thrusting and ramming and stabbing until she got her gooders several times.
When I climbed from her limp and heartily screwed body, the queen awaited me with open arms. I went to her gladly, merrily, still full of the magic potion that had hardened me and so expanded my already considerable sexual appetites, still surging with the diamond liquid that so constantly replenished the juices of my testes.
I laid my meat handily into the queen. I screwed her standing and sitting upon my lap. I fucked her lying down and upon her all fours. I ate of her dripping cunnie and had her mouth my rod until we both fired cannonades, and I was still not done with her.
But weakly, she waved me off her, so I hied to the lad where he lay winded atop his dam. Taking care and a handful of grease, I stuffed his bung with my staff, so that when he pushed it into his dam, he pulled down off me-almost to the head; and when he pulled back from his dam, he shoved hard onto me. I helped him along until it got too good for play; then I held him in place between his dam's thighs, with his pizzle stilled inside her frothing box, and hammered into his bowel until I fired once more.
Then was I of a sudden tired-but only after I had screwed my way entirely through the court, with the exception of Kim Kuni, and I am certain that he had been eyeing me askance ere I stopped fucking. The girls surrounded me, giving me strong whiskies to drink, fanning my fevered brow, washing off my much-used rod.
The queen came to sit beside me, her belly yet sweaty from her exertions of screwing me back. "The royal potion will last you for some weeks, Mengsu-but I tell you to rest now, to eat heavily and drink much, so as to restore your body fluids and to replenish your muscles. If you have need of the potion again-as no doubt you will-then will I send again for the physicians and strengthen you."
"I thank my queen," said I, and fell back to rest.
This then, is the magic liquid of which I spoke in both this narrative and in the first I wrote, the one I fear has gone astray, or if found, its message was not believed.
And this, then, is the reward I may offer my rescuer. I have a goodly supply of the royal potion now hidden safely away. I will give it all to whosoever takes me from this savage land and brings me home. A drop suffices to screw a man's way through a multitude of females with such strength and vigor that the girls and women will forever adore him. The potion is priceless; it will make old men hard and boys long winded; I dare not speculate what it will do to a woman.
The time grows near when I must have this missive smuggled to the fisherman who impatiently awaits, for the tides run full and he must be off to his appointed task in the Yellow Sea.
I would fain tell of the springtime gathering of virgins and of the riotous screwing had at the summer house of the royal family, whence I stuffed two of the queen's sisters, and one of their daughters, and I would also describe the adventure with the Chinese and Japanese women brought to court for my especial pleasure, and of the black women shipped from Africa, and of the strange pygmy girls traded from a caravan of Turks. There is much a doing in this wild and screw-centered land.
But my time runs out; the sands in the hour glass slip away, and I hear the footsteps of the serving maid in the hallway-that young and tender wench I must heartily fuck so she will carry this bundle to the fisherman, for my staff is her pay.
Help me, kind sir. Assist me, dear madam. For whoever finds this sad tale of the castaway seaman, a reward beyond price awaits. Remember the potency of the royal potion, that distilled horn of the unicorn and dew off the moonflower that men have for so long sought throughout the ages. These heathen Koreans have the secret brew, and when I am rescued, I shall bring enough of it to set the whole world to screwing long and strong and most eagerly, be the screwers men or women, young or old, young or infirm.
I end this plea. I am most devotedly yours, Fletcher Farrow, late seaman before the mast on the U.S.S. Arabella, man o' war out of Salem, Massachusetts.
