A Tale of the Bizarre Practices of the Korean Court in 1836; From a Manuscript Found in an Ancient Oriental Fishing Float.
INTRODUCTION
Start with a dream.
All men believe their dreams to be different, unique. And there is a sense in which that is true, in which no man's dream is ever exactly like that of another. But when actuated by similar drives, men dream in markedly similar ways. Sometimes psychoanalytic theorists describe such common, universal dreams as archetypes.
Such a dream is that of The Woman. Men, especially lonely men, the sailor out at sea, the soldier far from home, the wanderer, the outcast, dream often about her. In the old religions she is a goddess-Ashtoreth, Aphrodite, Earth Mother. Or the sort of history in which history and legend are inseparable gives us the stories of fabulous queens-Semiramis, Cleopatra, Theodora. The details change from man to man, but the outlines of the dream are the same.
To begin with, she is beautiful-beautiful not only in face but in body also. And she is passionate. She delights to both give and take in the act of love. She is powerful, not only with the natural power to please of a lovely, passionate woman, but with temporal power as well. She has only to lift a finger to satisfy any whim, her own or her lover's. And she is wealthy. If a man is to dream of love, he might as well dream of love on silk and goose-down as of love on a straw tick.
Such is the dream. And Fletcher Farrow, American seaman, castaway and prisoner, acts out the dream.
For him, The Woman is the Empress Min, ruler both of her weak husband and of a still-feudal Korea almost wholly cut from off the western world. She is as beautiful as any dream woman, her foreignness enhancing her beauty in the eyes of the bedazzled young American. She is passionate past all measure. She has all the wealth and power of a court at her command.
And Fletcher Farrow is her prisoner. To the Koreans, all foreigners are equally dangerous and repulsive. Without the protection of the Empress he could not survive long. But as long as he pleases her, what has he to fear?
And here the dream begins to reverse itself, to show that underside of the dream design which is not archetypal dream but archetypal nightmare. For the moment, it is a delight to please so lovely and desirable a creature. He is new, he is strange, he has, by the standards of her country, extraordinary sexual gifts. For the time being, Seaman Farrow is the Empress' delightful toy, and, though he longs for freedom and home, the company of this beautiful woman is sufficient to keep him more than happy.
So he is able and willing to please, even when his lady shows a distinct streak of the perverse. If his duty to his queen requires that he please more than one woman, what more can a healthy young sailor want? And there are, besides, the curious new food and dress and language of a country about which, even today, little but the place names made famous by war is known to most westerners. In fact there is practically everything to keep a young man happy, if it weren't for the guards.
But there are the guards-do they represent the last pangs of Puritanism, or the Reality Principle? And for Fletcher Farrow they are guards whose task is not to repel unfriendly assault from the outside, but to keep him inside. And inside-well, more and more he becomes concerned for the day when his capacities will not be equal to the task before him. When, by reason of his sexual inadequacies, or simply because through familiarity he has grown boring to the Empress-when that happens, what will become of Seaman Farrow?
A number of ancient mythologies and some fairly recent customs give records of kings and mock-kings whose term of rule was limited to the period of their maximum health and vigor. Such kings were felt to embody in themselves the fertility of the land, to be incarnations often of some deity who had control of the land's fecundity. Sometimes such a fertility-king ruled for a set term of years, usually seven or nine. Sometimes he ruled until his first gray hair appeared, or until he was unable to perform some assigned physical feat. Then, since his waning fertility meant that his divine powers were leaving him, and since his continued occupancy of the throne would, the people felt, certainly have a disastrous effect on the natural fertility of their own lands and flocks, the king was ritually sacrificed and replaced by a new, vigorous king.
We cannot tell if Fletcher Farrow's story ended like that, if the young mock-king was finally sacrificed to the rapacity of the goddess-queen. His narrative, purportedly written in captivity, is said to have been smuggled out of the country and fallen by chance into American hands. Clearly it was written by someone familiar with the Korean cuisine and language, and the diction at times is archaic, but neither test can be regarded as conclusive. Was there indeed a Fletcher Farrow? We do not know.
But whether Chronicle of a Seaman Lost represents a real dream turned nightmare, or only an imagined one, and whether its author wrote at the time of its purported composition or at a time nearer our own, it certainly shows clearly the remarkable persistence of the archetypal dream woman. In its bizarre delineation of joys which may at any moment turn into terror it touches deep and hidden springs of the human psyche.
-Friench S. Miller, Ph.D., Pioche, Nevada August, 1968
CHAPTER ONE
Having had some extended instruction in letters before I was expelled from school for being caught diddling in the basement with a girl who shall remain unnamed, I am thusly able to set down this chronicle in the hopes it will be seen by civilized eyes.
To those civilized persons who may come upon this missive, I pray you to make haste and rescue me, Fletcher Farrow, Esq., ere I perish on these strange shores where I am cast away.
Because of the unfortunate incident in the school basement, I was taken from school and my studies, and sent away to sea from my home in Worchester, Massachusetts. I was signed on as ordinary seaman in the USS warship Arabella, then bound from the port of Salem for the mysterious climes of the Orient to show the flag.
To a young man of some schooling, such as myself, being before the mast of a warship is most onerous, and the distaste made even more so by the absence of the fair sex. I may say without reservation that I have always been received most favorably by girls, and lay claim to having lost my virginity to a housemaid at the time when most thirteen year old lads are only playing with themselves.
Still, applying myself diligently so as to escape the kiss of the tarred rope, or the sharper caress of the cat, in three uneventful years at sea, I rose to the rank of able-bodied seaman. Admittedly, there was trouble with a wench's husband in the port of Rio, and that regrettable affair with the ship's cabin boy off the Cape. It seems I am always getting caught and chastised for doing what, to me, simply comes with nature. The cabin boy belonged to the First Mate, and that hunger was too jealous to share the tender-arsed lad with anyone, else I should have had my rightful rate of coxswain by the time we came upon the inhospitable coast of the Hermit Kingdom, called Korea by some and Chosen by others. For the purpose of this missive, the strange land shall be named Korea by myself, and so thereafter referred to.
The savage Koreans opened fire upon the Arabella but shortly after she cruised into the estuary of a wide and sluggish river that opens to the sea. We had but drawn near the fortress established upon a high bank (a place I have since known to be named Yongdong-po) when the cannons set in embrasures there opened fire upon us without warning.
Captain Horatio immediately had General Quarters sounded, and put smartly about, although the heathen gunners had not landed a shot near enough to the Arabella to even splash her rails. The command came for Marines to stage a landing force, and I made for my boat, whence I am helmsman, and so rightfully should own the rate of coxswain.
The boats were over the side when the Arabella skipped into the wind and brought her first broadside to bear upon the heathens in the fortress. The first salvo struck home and hurled great pieces of rock into the river as our boats made hastily for the shore.
Under command of Captain Goodings, the detachment of Marines stormed ashore lustily, and I, like an adventuring fool, followed the last man up the hill as the cannon of our good ship roared and the faltering cannon of the savage made a weak reply. The fortress could not withstand the valor of the Marine assault, and Koreans fled in cowardly retreat, sorry they had dared fire upon such a ship of war.
But an exploding pot of powder, or some such device, threw stones scattering into the smoky air, and I did receive such a blow upon my head that I lost consciousness and fell hidden into a heap of rubble.
When I recovered my senses, I found myself alone in the ruins of the fortress at Yongdong-po, which was all ablaze with its guns spiked and such loot as could be carried already plundered by the Marines. I ran to the shore and cried vainly after the Arabella which, with all sails set, was departing for the open sea.
No use; I was abandoned and lost upon this alien shore. Hurt and bewildered, I was most certainly no match for the horde of fiercely dressed warriors who came shouting upon me there. They struck me down with wild cries, and beat my aching body most grievously, and again did I lose all senses, to awaken only after I was almost carried to the large city the Koreans call Seoul.
Most shamefully, I had been stripped naked, my clothes having been tom from my scratched and bruised body. Hands tied behind my back, I was then thrust brutally forward and forced to walk ahead of the laughing soldiers for the further amusement of the gathering population. For the first time in my life, I was somewhat ashamed of the exceptional size of my sexual organ, since it seemed to elicit gasps of amazement and shocked giggles among the crowd of jeering onlookers. One filthy street urchin even darted out into the military procession and gave my privates a mighty tug, bringing a roar of approval from the crowd and a pained embarrassment to myself.
Kicked often and staggering despite my determination to maintain a fearless demeanor, I reeled at last into a courtyard, where all but two of my fierce and savage captors left me.
A gong sounded brassily from behind some tall stone wall, and my guards threw me to my knees as several women came into the courtyard, women dressed in an unfamiliar fashion of clothing that did naught to enhance their beauty. But there was one leading the rest, a woman of small but full-bodied stature, whose flowing robes and bound bodice could 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 full and rich, and stained by some herb to an inviting crimson.
My guards went to their knees and bowed low; I stayed erect and stared at this woman as she approached and said words I could not understand, but in a voice of soft and velvet tones. Her eyes were oddly shaped, slanting upward at their corners, and they were black as night, as was her hair that was braided and down to her hips in back.
I noticed her staring at my uncovered penis, and I tried to turn my lower body from her gaze in shame, but she swiftly kneeled beside me. I smelled the musky odors of some heathen perfume as she leaned close and with a rapid flow of words, took my rod in her small and very soft hands to examine it closely.
I could not help myself. I had been long at sea, and even the event with the cabin boy had been unsatisfactorily concluded-cut short, as it were-by the roaring and jealous intrusion of the First Mate. So my manhood began to erect itself, and the woman's sloe eyes grew wide with evident disbelief as the round flesh she held between her fingertips swelled to its full length and girth. As I have said, my cock's of considerable size, and often I am joshed at by my shipmates for being hung like a stallion, but I have seen bigger pricks occasionally, so I was surprised by the obvious disbelief on this woman's lovely face.
At that time, I did not know that the men of Korea are never hung so heavily; I did not known that their undeveloped pizzles would be considered boy-sized in my own country, and I had no idea that the women would be so enamored of my development, seeing in it a magical sign of fertility given by one of their most worshipped and heathen gods.
But had I not been so richly endowed in staff and balls, I would with little doubt, have been slain by the most cruel tortures devised by those twisted Oriental minds. Luckily, I was so hung, and so different in body size and coloring-being almost six feet tall in my bare feet and weighing near to thirteen stone-that the Empress Min, for so she was, the beautiful woman who first fondled my tool, that she was drawn to me and ordered that I be kept alive. None of them had so much as seen a man with yellow hair and blue eyes, and after the empress had demanded I be cleaned and doctored before being brought to her private apartments, the handmaidens tried most valiantly to scrub the dye from my hair and wear away the fullness of my pubic hair, believing these things to be false.
For it is true that the Koreans have no more body hair than a child, though they be full grown and matured. It is exceedingly strange to look upon a woman's quim and see it with but a wisping of thin hair, as though she had not yet reached puberty, yet the lips be full and richly formed and pouting readily between the twinned plump thighs.
The ministrations of the giggling handmaidens and the warm scented water had brought me again to a state of erection which I no longer tried to conceal, lest the wenches laugh even more so. Cleansed and with soothing ointments applied to my wounds and scratches, and with a robe of some thin, light material flung about my shoulders, I was guided at sword point into an open and airy building, hung about with silks and brocades, with the floors overlain by an oiled and polished paper.
A gong chimed softly, and a great, brassbound door swung noiseless upon massive hinges to let us inside an inner room of perfumed beauty. The Empress was there upon a heaping of opulent pillows and cunningly designed comforters; two handmaidens stood by to attend her every want, and there was drink and fruit piled at hand.
The air was warm and my eyes clung to the form of the Empress as she dawdled there in her rich surroundings, looking up at me from beneath heavily lashed eyes so oddly fashioned. She said something, and when I did not understand, made motion with her hand that I should come sit by her. Behind me, my guard said something harsh, and the eyes of the Empress flashed as she retorted with imperious anger. My guard departed in haste, and the great door swung shut behind him, leaving me alone and all but naked, with only three beauteous females for company.
I had decided the Empress was a woman of some power, and was thusly made afraid, for a word from her could have me gelded and made eunuch, or my head taken and spiked upon a battlement at the city gates.
But I need not have feared for my life nor my manhood, not in that particular fashion. The Empress Min was, and is, a woman of many moods, and has been known to order a death at a whim, but the foremost of her moods is the slacking of her passions, so I had no need to be afraid, since her mood and mine ran so much alike.
I went and sat beside her, and she took one of my trembling hands to place it upon her breasts. To be sure, I have known larger titties, but none of more fullness, more firmness and delicate shaping. The globe I timorously caressed was rounded and pleasant to hold, and the nipple upon it, sprung free of the diaphanous folds of her attire, was brown and standing eagerly to my fingerings.
A long time at sea, I have said, and I needed only the touch of her tit to bring myself stiffly erect. She drew back as I leaned to place a kiss upon her mouth, but the end of my rigid staff touched her upon her rounded hip and she shied away no more, but allowed me to cover her lips with my own. I knew not then that such a caress was unknown to the heathens, that this woman of great beauty, who had known the intimate probings of countless pricks, had yet to taste the preliminary fervors of a tongue inside her mouth in the fashion of French lovers.
She shuddered at the pressure of my tongue, and her hands caught my pizzle in a grasp tight enough to near wretch it from its hairy socket. I bethought me then of the on-looking handmaidens, and was for a space taken aback, for I had then never bedded a wench with others watching, and it was unseemly to me. But the Empress had me tight by my ready cock, and I kissed her deeply while my own hands slid from the treasures of her tits to her sweaty cunt.
Again I was nonplussed, as I found the thin wisp of hair when I had expected a bushy handful, but I cupped her quim strongly and inserted a probing finger which was immediately wet and clenched upon by the hunger of her sheath. Ahah! I thought me: this woman of high station and power is only a wench to be screwed, when it's down to it, so I raged ahead and tore the gowns from her twisting body, never taking my hooked finger from that damp sheath that suctioned upon it.
Dimly, I heard the serving maids gasping and knew they fluttered about us in fear that their mistress would be sorely injured, but the woman spreading her legs beneath me hissed something threatening at them, and they fell back in silence. I roughly made my way in between the golden legs, noting their small and seemingly fragile shapeliness and how deftly they were joined to the hips that rolled for my entrance. I saw the lifting and rounded haunches of her ass as she thrust the lightly-haired quim at me, spreading her legs wide and clutching my hips with a surprising strength.
I drove it to her without foreplay, removing my finger only to assist the targeting of my staff as its swollen and throbbing head forced itself into the small, quivering gash that tried mightily to stretch itself swiftly about my penetration, but could not accept my meaty prod so readily. I pushed steadily as she cried aloud and wriggled upon it inch by entering inch, heated as a freshly screwed bitch cur in the streets.
Her slot turned more and more oiled as I shoved harder, as I impaled her by another modicum of meat, and the head of my organ was well inside her sheath. I was puzzled, for surely this lovely lass was no virgin maid; she had been too eager for the fucking, too knowing of a man's staff. Yet she was so small as to feel a virgin, but I did not dislike that. I forced myself deeper and yet deeper into her twisting body, until my staff was at last seated firmly to the hilt, buried solidly to my swollen bag. Upon my honor, I felt then the far back of her hole, in such a way as I had never felt it in the quim of any civilized maid I had bedded before. My head was absorbed in a velvety wall that clung to it, as her sheath remained tight clenched to my moving rod, so well oiled or no.
I caught her knees and tilted her shoulders back upon the pillows, and rammed it yet heavier into her pulsing gash, plunging it in and out with a growing fervor as the good came creeping up from my sac and along my expanded staff and at last reached the exquisite tingling of my thrusting head. In that moment, the Empress gave a high cry and threw her shapely legs about my hips; both her tiny hands darted bird-like under her own arse and cupped the swinging weights of my testes. I felt the hotness within her as she reached that mighty surge of passion, and I drove my cock powerfully into her to lose my own spurting ejaculation far back against the velvet wall of her quim.
She was still tight, although she had released some fluids of love, and she was still clinging to my meaty rod as though her body would never let it free, and in truth, she has in a manner yet to be described, never released it to me yet.
Fearful that my great weight might crush her, I pulled out of her and rolled aside, abashed that my fluids were gleaming so from the bright head of my pizzle, but the serving maids darted at once to cleanse me with soft cloths and scented waters, and to do the same attentions to their well-screwed mistress. Although the termination of the fuck had been somewhat abrupt, the thoroughness had not, and I felt not ashamed of the method I had used. It had been a hearty and direct screwing, and I had most certainty filled her small but hungry quim with hot meat and seed.
Her eyelids fluttered and slowly she raised herself to her elbows. Her black and glowing eyes stared most earnestly at my stiff penis, and she murmured statements that set her handmaidens to laughing behind their hands. Carefully, as if it was a jewel of great price, she put out a questing hand and touched my staff. Just as carefully, and with what seemed to me a strange reverence, she leaned over and touched the yet damp head with her lips.
I smiled at her as she ran sharp fingers through the mat of yellow hair upon my chest, and took from one of the serving girls a beaker of a clear fluid like water. This was not water, but a draught of fiery liquor that burned me all the way down to the hairy bag the Empress was fondling then, but I needed its strength. I drank again, upending the beaker and draining it of the potent mead. Again, the girls gasped, and I would come to know that no Korean could toss off so much of the rice wine they call soju, as it is very strong and liable to leave a man voiceless for long minutes on end.
Still, I cared not. Although a castaway, I was alive and had just enjoyed that most delightful of all preoccupations, dallying with a tiny woman of wondrous beauty and an equally wondrous hunger for fucking. If a man must be cast away, I thought, eating such colorful fruits as the hand maidens fed to me while the Empress yet made finger sport with my staff, if a man must be cast away and abandoned by his own countrymen, he could ask no more than the hospitality of this shore.
Thusly I dreamed, reckoning not that my performance with the Empress had only just begun, and that she would want of me such alien acts of my body as I had never witnessed before.
CHAPTER TWO
With more than a little truth, it has been said that any woman can bum down any man in the sexual act. But, as in all adages, it is the exception that proves the rule. Given time and replenishment, I can often bum down all but the most ravenous female. Whether this has been the saving of me, or the undoing of me, here in this savage nation, I cannot say. I know that I have been most barbarously used, both day and night, as if I were not human at all, but rather some mysteriously designed screwing machine set forth for the gratification of this woman under whose complete domination I found myself.
As I have said, the Empress Min was a most beautiful and voluptuous woman who has dedicated her life to finding fuller and newer means of satisfying her always kindled desires. In me, she had discovered a strange plaything, and in my staff, an object of such a size as she had never yet encountered in all the bypaths of her diddling. She had no intention of letting me escape further ministrations so soon, and I confess that at the moment, I had no desire to avoid them.
Imperiously, the Empress motioned to one of her handmaidens, and that young girl gasped and looked at me with fear in her dark eyes. The Empress gave a command, and the girl bowed low, then divested herself rapidly of her flowing gown. She stood a moment with face red and lowered, while I examined her naked body with much interest. She was nicely built, with somewhat larger titties than her mistress, but with slimmer hips and even less hair upon her quim, so little hair as to be almost non-existent. Her legs were very smooth and joined to her ivory body with craftsmanship, and her barely turned belly was shaped to my liking.
The remaining handmaiden was taller than the other women, but still considerably under my own height of six feet. She did not cringe when her mistress snapped an order at her, but peeled out of her clothing with alacrity. Her breasts were high and small, but well rounded; her legs were relatively long and modeled in the slim manner; her belly was dimpled and her trimly designed quim had a dark wisp of hair, but still only a feathering compared to the bushy vees I had been used to attacking.
The Empress was still teasing my erect rod with her fingertips, and I was making ready to mount her once again, but she shook her dark head, signifying that this was not to be. Instead, she guided me over onto my back, where I lay flat with her thigh touching along the length of my own. The shorter, younger handmaiden was then ordered to straddle me, which she did, slowly and with great care. She rested her tender quim upon my belly at first, her soft young thighs spread wide and her hands placed flat upon my chest. With a glance at the Empress beside me, I began to play with the girl's titties, thumbing their brown and springy tips, cupping and squeezing their round globes until the girl began to wiggle upon me, her new desire evidently overcoming her fear of my large staff.
The tall girl kneeled at the feet of her mistress, and with deference, lifted her left foot and moved it a considerable distance from her right one. The small girl's bottom was vibrating upon me, and I lowered my hands from her breasts to grasp her by the hips and help her to lift herself where she could pose against the tip of my rod. The Empress was yet clinging to it with one hand, but now shifted her grip so that she held my testes in her palm. I dedicated myself to assisting the small girl to lower herself so gently upon the head of my engine; she was very slow and very careful, so fitting the head into the hot, tight lips of her quim, thence dropping her weight gradually until inch by thick and eager inch, my rod was slipped inside her throbbing hot cunt.
She was very tight, even though she was letting down her love juices without stint, and the brute head of my prick was forced with considerable effort into her womb, her muscles therein constricting with some small pain and yet with a wriggling enjoyment. Her tiny, rounded buttocks at last came sliding hesitantly down to seat themselves upon my testes, and upon the hand of the Empress, yet cradling me there.
As the girl began to softly, tenderly lift and lower herself upon my erect pole, I turned my head and saw the other handmaiden lying flat between the thighs of her mistress, with her face buried in that flexing quim, and I realized that the Empress was having a tongue put to her in the French fashion. She was enjoying the talented ministrations of her slave with great abandon, throwing her arse about and lifting her belly to the woman's face, but meanwhile she was eyeing my enclosed tool with avid attention as the small girl stroked it into herself.
The Empress strongly cupped my testes and I lifted to drive my aching tool deeper into the slicked warmth of the girl riding me like a stage horse. I felt its spongy head strike deeply into that grasping velvet mouth at the extreme end of her sheath, and the girl flinched, but continued to ease up and down upon me, going now faster and faster, taking all of my round length into herself, then rejecting it almost to the head, only to hurl her sweet and delicate arse back upon it with greater fervor.
She gasped for air and clawed her fingernails into my chest, into the curly yellow hair there. Her sheath contracted in a heaving spasm, and into that suctioning warm depth, I fired my own thundering salvo, the force of it rocking her from side to side as her red mouth fell open and her slanted eyes rolled up in ecstasy.
The Empress lifted her own legs and squeezed down upon my hairy sac as she placed her thighs firmly about the head of her laboring servant. A heave and a series of short hunches, and she released me to dig the fingers of both hands into the girl's thick hair. The Empress gave a high cry and jerked her belly hard into the girl's face, clinging there for a twisting moment before falling back upon the quilts and pillows. The handmaiden did not cease her licking, although she slowed her tongue to a gentle caress while the Empress lay as one dead from pleasure.
In truth, we were a pretty foursome, and I trow my shipmates would have turned green in their hand-diddling hammocks, had they been able to look upon us at that moment.
I was somewhat drained, and did not try to hold her in position when the girl lifted herself easy, from my staff, coming to her knees and thence to her feet. I was out of her with a soft plopping, as if a porpoise had broken water next to our ship. I lay back upon the pillows, closing my eyes and catching my breath, but the girl who had just serviced me was at my hand, offering more of the chilled rice whiskey.
Sitting up, I took the bowl and drained it. She gave me more, and I quaffed that also. I needed more strength, than the ripe fruit she held out to me, and I made motions that I would eat, making them all understand what I wished by gnawing at my own arms.
The tall girl cleansed me and washed me, after seeing to her mistress. Some time in the future, I vowed, I would have her use her talented mouth upon me-when I had regained my strength-and I would also betake myself between those long, slim legs, to thus discover if her talents extended to other directions. But of course, this would be at the whim of the Empress; I was fast coming to realize that all depended upon this beauteous and insatiable woman.
There came meats in savory sauces, and rice fluffed white as Bedford snows; there was a pungent salad called kimchi, and vegetables fried in some delicious batter. I ate heartily, having been too long accustomed to weevily biscuits and salt pork gone rancid. The women laughed among themselves at my attempts to handle the sticks they ate with, taking pity upon me, gave me a brass spoon. I soon filled my belly, and sat back with a sigh of repletion to sip at my bowl of rice whiskey, the fiery soju. The handmaidens peeled and sliced oranges for the empress and me, and brought little honey cakes to sweeten our mouths some more.
Outside, the sun was setting, and its redness gave me a twinge of yearning. Somewhere out upon the Yellow Sea, the Arabella would be sailing into the coming night, all hands talking of the battle, and mayhap of the helmsman gone missing in a savage land.
I bethought me also of the cool climes and green trees of my homeland, for seamen thusly ever do, longing for the ports of home, though such ports be ever so humble, when in truth most of them do far better to range the seas of the world, having been pursued to ships by families and constables. And pursued too often by girls with swollen bellies.
Relaxing in this strange foreign palace, my diddling fever cooled considerably by my recent exertions, I drank the native whiskey and nibbled honey cakes, interspersing them from time to time with a sweetly cooling slice of orange or a square of melon. My wounds were as nothing, for little serves to make recovery of the flesh swifter than a few healthy screwings. If a man had to fall prey to heathen, how much better thusly to be held captive by heathen women who asked no more of a man than an erect and strongly guided staff.
Little did I realize how varied would be the commands put upon me as a stallion; little did I know of what alien contortions I would be ordered to perform, nor what fiendish deviations would be required of my suffering flesh. The Empress Min had a devilish and twisted mind, and is capable of any device that will stimulate her satanic desires.
But I digress; I must return to my tale in chronological order, so that some sense will be made by whomsoever discovers this manuscript and correctly interprets the same as a plea for succor.
I lay nakedly upon the coverlets and pillows spread upon the cool tile flooring, while breezes from the sluggish river played over my skin. The Empress had measuring devices brought her, and as the handmaidens smiled down upon me, she stroked and caressed my limpish engine until it slowly and with a semblance of protest, came to stand tall and round once more. Then the curious woman measured its length and its breadth, and measured the circumference of its reddened head. Next she hefted my testes and made notes of their weight and shape. She closely examined and searched through the thickness of my pubic hair, exclaiming, as did the other woman, at its bushiness and coloring.
Most naturally, all this manipulation of my tool and its component parts caused it to swell even more, until it was standing forth in its full and throbbing glory. I was proud of it then, for it cast a mighty impression upon these women, as it had already cast a mighty penetration into two of them. Now it was ready for a go at the third one, and I eyed the taller girl with some impetuousness, nothing loathe to have at her cunningly shaped quim. The hairlessness of it, though hairier than the mounds of either the empress or the other handmaiden, intrigued me more as I became familiar with the lack of pubic covering.
The sight of those feathery-haired cunnies made me imagine them to be of extreme youth, not yet turned forest by approaching maturity. I bethought me of adventures I had as a boy in Worchester, whereby I had sought to explore some of those hairless quims. I remembered also the incident in the school basement, which had sent me forth to roaming the seas. Ah, but that smooth, tender and untried cunt had been a thing of most marvelous beauty, and of most wondrous texture. True, the little maiden-and virgin she had been-was of an age to horrify her elders at the mere thought of a prick being even touched to her tiny buttocks. She was but ten years of age then, and I was all of seventeen and long since pricking every milkmaid who would hold still. Ah, but the little damsel was a hot and willing piece, once she learned how to cavort her clinging sheath upon my rod. But that is another story; again, I digress. I return to the slightly haired quims of the Oriental ladies of the Korean court in the year 1836.
The Empress had put aside her measuring devices and was smiling at me. She saw me stare longingly at the cunnie of the taller girl, and as I was later to learn, she was never loath to watch others being screwed. The sight always stimulated her more, and she constantly joined into the practices of the moment or gave directions to the participants; too, she was never shut out of enjoyments, since she had others do things to her as she watched, or she did things to herself.
She pointed to the woman and said, "Kilja." The woman tapped herself between her small, round breasts and repeated the word, which I then took to be her name. The small girl, whom I had already screwed, said her name as Whaja and the empress called herself Min, but pronouncing it as Meen.
The Empress then said, "Kilja," and touched my rod. I smiled back at her and introduced myself: "Fletcher." They thought this hilarious, and mispronounced the name many ways. Then it was time for serious work, and the Empress had Kilja ready herself for me.
She positioned the girl herself, making her get down upon hands and knees, presenting her smoothly rounded buttocks to me. Kilja's long, black hair hung to the floor, and she moved her slim and dainty rear in inviting little arcs.
They could not wish me to bugger the girl, I thought; if their quims were of such tightness and shallow depths, then it followed that their arse-holes must perforce be so tiny it would be impossible to force my great tool into them. So I thought at that moment, and so I was, at least in part, correct for that particular time.
The Empress sat back as I crawled over to Kilja, and Whaja went around behind her, sitting down also and fitting herself to the back and buttocks of the empress's naked body. I watched as Whaja put her hands around the Empress from the rear, one hand going to cup and caress the woman's titties, the other sliding down between her parted thighs to insert fingertips into her thirsty quim. The empress never took her eyes from me and what I was about to do to the ready Kilja.
I approached the girl with slow care. I kneeled at her rear and began to stroke and feel her rear, to slide my big hands over the curves of her arse and to caress the velvety inside of her thighs. Before touching that wispy haired target, I leaned forward over her ivory back and kissed the back of her neck, where the midnight colored hair fell away in such luxury. Her entire body began to shiver and shake, and I reached around and beneath her with both hands to fondle her down-hanging titties.
My trusty staff was throbbing by this time, and I eased it gently to touch her buttocks. She flinched as if she had been stabbed by a pike, as she was indeed about to be. I brought back my hands and used them to finger her quim, to steam it up and make it even more ready for entrance. I fingered the feathered lips of it, and tenderly pried them apart to find the slickness inside. Kilja let down her lubrication and I fingered her but a moment more before hand-guiding my aching rod forward and placing its expanded head gently between those wet lips.
Keeping my weight back, kneeling almost upright yet, I still used my left hand as a guide, and held fast with my right hand to one of those shapely buttocks. The head of it was seated in her quim, and Kilja settled back upon it, moving her arse slowly from side to side and pressing down with her quim so that my tool moved inch by thrusting inch inside of her. I concentrated upon not damaging the woman's cunnie, for she was every bit as tight as the other two had been, and coming into her as I was, there was a chance of grievous hurt.
I needn't have feared; Kilja was an accomplished diddler, for all the seemingly unused narrowness of her quim. Once my rod was fully seated, once the length and width of it was buried deeply inside her fluidly grasping sheath now set all aquiver, she caught her breath in a sigh and set to work like a true bitch dog. The head of it was locked far into the suctioned cup of her inner womb, and she rotated her sweet arse violently upon the rod of it, grinding and hunching so that I had to use both hands to hold tightly to the pitching roundness of her cavorting buttocks.
Ah, but Kilja was both energetic and accomplished; she thrust and recoiled, and I at times was perforce made to hold myself still so as not to rip the satiny hotness so tightly gripping me. The lips of her laboring quim seemed to nibble at the hairy sac of my testes as she ground on and on, and had I not spent myself twice in the recent hour, I would have fired quickly into that violently devouring sheath that was twisting and biting upon the swollen head of my tool, that was turning and pushing along the entire length of it, that was attempting to eat at my very balls.
She quivered and shook, and tore at the floor with her hands, and I felt a new heated liquidness rush upon me. I began to thrust then, as her effort fell off immediately following her coming, and soon felt her responding once more to the stroking of my stiff engine.
I looked over at the Empress, and watched a while as she squirmed upon the ministering hand of Whaja, casting her tapered legs about and lifting her buttocks to force the questing fingers ever deeper into her quim. She turned her head and began to bite at the nipples of the girl behind her, while Whaja, shameless wench that she is, was bumping and shoving her own fevered quim into the rounded rear of her mistress, much as though Whaja possessed a prick herself.
But my own climax was fast approaching. I fed my rod deeply to the woman kneeled like a dog before me, grasping her tender arse in both hands and pulling her back and down upon my staff as if her arse were a glove, and my prick a long hand whose fingers reached to the nether regions of her dripping womb. Kilja began to rise, to lift the fore part of her body, and the wench jammed it back to me, lifting herself high and settling harder upon my knees, upon my lap and upon the fully buried length of my cock. Savagely, I thrust into her and, like a brute, drove it home.
And like a savage brute, she wiggled and danced upon it. She cried out something wild and bird-like in her strange language, and the other women cried it back to her, their voices blending as their bodies blended at that moment.
I felt the goodness gather in my flinching sac; I felt it spread throughout my loins and across the small of my sweating back. I knew its warmth as it raced over my belly and along my sliding, pumping shaft to find the growing, swelling, raging head of my surrounded prick. Then it exploded from that roaring head, and the scalding torrent filled her womb, plugged her quim with flesh and fluid and the jerking spasms of my maleness.
Falling forward, I held her loosely within my arms, and her quim contracted to hold me yet tighter within her well screwed body. I have always been successful as a lover, and not always because of the size of my staff. Some of my success must be attributed to the fact that I so love to screw, and that my love is therefore commuted to the person I am screwing at the moment. In truth, I love the wenches as I pour it to them, and so the wenches are constrained to love me in return. This in itself makes for better diddling, since a wench in love withholds nothing of herself, neither quim nor arse nor mouth. Neither, for that matter, will a tender boy hold back, nor a man inclined more to adoration of a swollen staff than to an oiled quim. Them also, I love, at the moment.
Forgive the wanderings of my mind, dear reader. I am no true scribe, only a lost seaman who has some letters of education, and so often stray from straight and true navigation to roam the byways of memory. I will attempt to cleave true to the path.
Empress Min had loosed her flood upon the hand of her servant, and now required a bit of rest, as certainly did I. I removed myself from the delightful Kilja, although her quim hung lovingly to me to the very tip of my retreating head, and I lay back upon the pillows with the empress beside me as the handmaidens set about washing us with scented waters. The night, had I been but able to foresee its length, was only just begun.
Koreans are more creatures of the evening than of the daylight hours, at least the ladies of the court are such. They flit like gorgeous butterflies through flower-strewn rooms lighted by jeweled lamps and disport themselves upon carpets softer than the hides of any sheep.
These particular ladies were also won't to disport themselves upon each other, and upon the male animal at hand, upon the stallion so tethered for their pleasures. Tethered, say I, because beyond those great bronze doors stood armed guards, and armed soldiers trooped through the gardened courtyard. They were at the command of the Empress Min, and so was the stallion whose tool was the handle of her enjoyments. How often the ravenous empress did grasp the tool, and how often she did use it.
I will tell of these late night sporting in subsequent writings. Bear with this poor scribe, dear reader, dear finder of the manuscript which I have so laboriously prepared during my incarceration in this dark and heathen land. I will endeavor to set down these happenings in the manner in which they have occurred, and will also attempt to omit neither sound nor fury, neither taste nor feel, although some of these forced adventures are exceedingly painful to me.
CHAPTER THREE
On orders of the Empress Min, I was sent to receive instruction in the Korean language, and never before has such a hodge-podge of strange hissings and guttural duckings and oddly connected words been uttered by the aching tongue of a civilized man. The language is ancient, as is all the culture here in the Hermit Kingdom, and like all else, has not improved itself with age.
But I applied myself diligently, assisted by the heathen bastards who stood poised behind me with bamboo poles. If I did not grasp the complicated sentence structure almost immediately, the soldiers assigned to guard me then beat me vigorously about the shoulders. I was given a set number of words to memorize each day, and if I did not, again I was belabored with the bamboo staves. With some close attention, I managed to become an outstanding student of the Korean language, and indeed, I think mayhap I would have achieved this success without the use of the staves. But nonetheless, I also memorized each detail of the soldier's faces, so that when the proper time arrived, I might impress upon them a few teachings of mine own.
After the classroom hours each morning, I was then taken out into a large courtyard and forced to take vigorous physical exercise, running many times about a moat filled with golden carp, squatting, jumping and lifting a great stone. In simple Korean, it was slowly explained to me that these strenuous calisthenics were by command of the empress. I bethought me that Min wanted me in excellent physical condition, so as to see no slackening off in my performances as her tame stallion.
I could not complain, for though I studied hard and was worked hard, I was also fed the most excellent foods, meats and fishes and fowl, salads and vegetables and sauces, fruits and cakes and oysters. I was also given liquors to drink, some of them made chill by long immersion in underground springs whose waters were almost as ice. Some of these beverages I liked, some were not suited to my palate. The milky makoli was too sour and too weak, more enjoyed by women than by a robust man; the pyodojyu was sweetish, but too thin for a hearty wine. I preferred soju, of which there are several strengths, and I also liked the apple brandy Sagwahsool.
But not all my diet was so enjoyable. I was also fed side dishes of powdered ginseng, an herb said to have magical powers for restoration of sexual ability, and was also made to digest small breakers of a gray powdery substance claimed to be taken from the horn of the unicorn. From time to time, I was also given to drink bowls of bitter brews, and one of these in particular was a most mysterious and powerful stimulant.
Still, beyond that one strange liquid, I must think it is my own natural instinct toward diddling which has sustained me, and not any of the devilish mixtures concocted by the Korean medicine men. My own drives, I say, assisted by exercise and a copious amount of easily digested shellfish. And a good thing, too, else I should have long ago expired.
The Empress preferred her dallying in the evenings, although she was in no wise averse to sending me in the forenoon, or after the midday meal, or whenever a strong urge stirred her loins or tickled within her delightful and ever hungry quim. But in the main, Min rested and bathed during the day, conserving her powers until nightfall, when she unleashed them in orgies designed to stimulate the most jaded diddlers.
I will again return to a more timely listing of my activities in the palace at Seoul, continuing my narrative whence I stopped it last, just after that first evening's initiation into the rites of screwing as practiced by the Empress and some of her ladies in waiting.
The slim Kilja and the small Whaja, you have already met, and there will be others to introduce as this tale progresses, for the Empress is ever changing the people around her, ever searching for newness. Although, it will be noted, Kilja, and Whaja remain her favorites and are seldom far from her side.
That first evening, I was not yet allowed to sleep, though I was becoming overly tired from all the sexual play, from the beatings I had received, and due to the lateness of the hour. The wind blew in from the river Han, working its slow way up from the sea to the westerly, bringing with it the scents of exotic flowers that stood in the garden below the windows. After I had diddled Kilja after the fashion of dogs, I ate more meats and devoured a full bowl of raw oysters seasoned with spices I could not name. I also drank heavily of the burning soju, feeling its power rush through my tired body, and I trow I needed its strength.
The handmaidens bathed themselves, sporting in a shallow pool set into the flagstones of the courtyard. The Empress and I watched, having been laved and dried earlier. We lay naked on the chimtae, the quilted coverlets of padded silks, lay with the pillows heaped round our heads, and from time to time, the Empress practiced the new device I had taught her, the art of the kiss. She gave herself to this civilized caress with her usual fiery abandon, so that in only a few minutes, I was almost ready for another assault upon her willing body.
I kissed her long and lingeringly, inserting the tip of my tongue between her lips, and between those two rows of bright, even teeth to find her own sweet tongue which lay warm and waiting. Stroking her tongue with mine, I caressed her gently, most naturally teasing my fingers over her breasts and sliding my hands down to the tender doming of her ivory belly. She began to pant into my half-opened mouth, stirred by the oddness of this oral excitement, and her tongue raced over my own as her sharp white teeth nibbled it, and bit ever so lightly at my lips. The Empress was a most dedicated student, and when my own hands found the mound of her steamy quim, hers darted most immediately to finger through the hairs of my chest and belly, and to adventure farther down to my crotch, there to play themselves in the thickness of my pubic forest, searching and skipping and pinching.
She fingered my testes while she kissed me harder and ran her swelling tongue far into my mouth, whence I must suck upon it. Then the Empress had me by my cock, clinging to it at the very base of its staff and squeezing as if she would bring new life to it. She did that, lifting and massaging until the blood raced fully back into my well used engine, and the head expanded with a familiar throbbing that told us both it was most ready to perform at least once more.
But this amazing queen, this ruler of an entire kingdom, (her husband, the Emperor, was but a half wit and easily managed by this strong-willed woman) had yet another surprise in store for me. It seems, that as much as she was won't to revel in her own pleasures, she was also stimulated by such pleasures being aroused in others, and to such efforts, often bent herself to bestow ecstasies, as well as to receive them.
So she disengaged herself reluctantly from my lips, and sliding over me as I lay there flat upon my back, moved the hardened nipples of her tits across my chest. Hushing me with words I did not yet ken, holding me fast by the gentle pressure of her small hands, she then lowered her lips to the base of my throat, where she nibbled a bit before moving on, before biting warmly down into the thick, curly hair of my chest. I bethought me that the tasting of such luxurious hair titillated her, since she had never before had the opportunity. I swear that all her countrymen have chests bare as babes.
Be that as it may, the beautiful Min licked and nibbled my chest, then slid herself down to my belly, where my hair is less thick. She went into my navel with the tip of her hot, darting tongue, and I reached down to clutch at her head, flinching without apology as she probed into that belly orifice and sent shudders racing up my backbone.
I knew then what the Empress intended to do, and I would not resist her if I could, even if she did not control my destiny and my very life. She bit lightly and squirmed in her own heat, and worked slowly down to the rooting of my now upright staff. She nibbled there, while caressing the rest of its length with light and knowing fingers; she moved her warm, panting mouth higher bit by bit, touching the darting tip of her damp tongue to my rod, slowing to kiss it delicately. Her hands went down between my spread legs, one of them taking my balls into its palm, the other gripping the lower part of the rod itself.
In this manner, she held me fast, a willing prisoner for her tender ministrations. At last, her ripe mouth reached the aching, straining head of my member, reached that red and quivering cannon's maw. She kissed it gently, lightly, an extended series of little butterfly kisses bestowed with love and delicacy. Her tongue moved out once, twice, and drifted tiny caresses upon my taut, spongy head.
I pause here to make the picture more clear. The head of my member is most fully exposed, due to a small misadventure early in my puberty. At that time, I persuaded the small girl I have earlier mentioned-the lass of tender years and the school basement-to give her untried cunnie to me, and like the over-anxious stud I then was, rammed it too violently to her, thereby tearing the foreskin of my member most severely. Frightened even more than my dainty little screwing partner, I hied myself at once to the family doctor, hoping he would say naught to my father of the incident. Of course, neither did I inform the doctor as to just exactly how the accident took place, mumbling instead some lame protestations concerning a horseback ride and a fence too high for a green jumper.
The good doctor nodded as if he fully believed me, and proceeded to set forth his shining knives, a display that upset me almost to the point of fleeing his office. Quieting my fears, he then fed me laudanum and clipped away my damaged foreskin in its entirety. So, I am clipped in the Jewish fashion, and glad I am of it, since the feeling of diddling is to me in every way heightened by exposure of the most sensitive areas.
This trimming was exceedingly strange to the Empress of Korea, and interested her tremendously. She ran her tiny, darting tongue around and the red-purple ridges of the head, following its contours around and around, until with a sigh of desire most urgent, suddenly covered the entire head with her mouth. Jerking mightily, I lifted myself from the bedding, bracing my upper body by my hands thrown out behind me. I stared down at the black hair spreading itself like a scented tent over my thighs and spilling onto the silken covers on both sides of my rigid legs.
I was her slave in every sense of the term, her bound servant to do with as she pleased, and if I had not already been the prisoner of her armies, then and there I should have most readily given myself over unto her. The Empress pushed her widening mouth farther down upon my staff, her lips reaching far down its length, the head of it prodding the velvety back of her throat. She began to use her tongue with vigor, curling it around my throbbing rod and moving it up and down, while starting to increase the suction of her mouth upon the head. Every few moments, her tongue would rise to the head as she moved her mouth slightly back, and that magical tongue tip would then find and penetrate the opening in the extreme tip of my prick.
I writhed against the coverlets; my buttocks switched themselves back and forth, back and forth, and seemingly with a life of its own, my hairy pelvis would lift itself to grind most thrillingly against her face. The Empress was enjoying herself very much, by the gruntings and suckings she made, by the twistings and contortions of her own body.
Both handmaidens came into the room just then, returned from their merry splashing in the little pool below. Their lithe and lovely bodies were dripping water diamonds and their beautiful black tresses were wet. They gave little cries of excitement and ran towards us, dropping their colorful towels to the floor. I was then in the beginning throes of joy, and so straightened my upper body erect, to take the head of the gasping Queen between my hands, to hold her firmly while I thrust ever more deeply into her wet mouth, into the satin reaches of her throat.
I know not whether she struggled then, or whether she was only urged on to greater efforts, but her body whip lashed about on the floor, and she held with her hands most zealously to my rod. I drove it deeply into her mouth, savage and eager for the mounting ecstasy that was about to flood my heaving body. I felt her throat upon it, felt her tongue, felt her teeth and lips, and fast approached my zenith.
Kilja had gone to her mistress, grasping her quim with one hand and inserting all her fingers inside it, while cupping her breasts with the other. Whaja came directly to me, kneeling beside me to stroke my body with her butterfly fingers so that I tingled throughout my flesh. I did not release the Queen's head. I rammed my cock into it; I ground and swung and gyrated, and at the very last second, at that trembling apex when all time and thoughts stand still, I gave a final, mighty heave and fired my broadside into the Queen's throat. I held her tightly to me, held her mouth captive over my rod as it pulsed and twitched, as it loosed its seed in salvos that grew smaller and smaller in the receding cannonading of my joy. She was a marvel, that one; she did not recoil, nor did she choke. She took it into herself, and by her continued pulling, absorbed the very last droppings, devoured the final flecks of dew, ere she took away her mouth to plant yet another kiss upon my now flaccid belly.
A wonder, a marvel, a magically designed female whose pattern had been cut for fucking, whose very keel had been laid for screwing, this queen was not only Empress of her country, but a veritable Empress of cunt whose scepter was a large, ever stiffened prick. Long may she rule, I thought; long may she wave her staff of office, for she was such a giver of joy. Because of her, I had then four times ejaculated my seed upon the altars of love; I had spread myself at her feet, offering as sacrifice, the jewels of my sac and the lance of my manhood.
Stretched there between the Queen and the girl Whaja, one of my arms around them each, one of my hands holding fast to their tits, I began to pass off into much needed sleep, gratified beyond any childhood imaginings. I dimly recall the girl Kilja crawling between the legs of her mistress to kiss the Queen's cunnie in lingering admiration. I could watch no more; I had fucked me three different women in three different positions, and had been mouthed to a fare-thee-well by the Empress.
Dreaming a bit, holding to the sweet titties on each side of me, I wondered what my shipmates would say, how they would react, could they but have enviously watched me during the past hours. It would take seeing by the entire ship's company, from Captain Horatio and the officer of Marines, Mr. Goodings, right down to the cabin boy with the tender arse, ere any belief would be forthcoming.
Falling ever more into sleep, I pictured the deck of the Arabella, holystoned and with her brass shining, which all meant sweaty work by the deck hands, and the end of a tarred rope to the slow ones. I saw the tall sails spread high, and the mast racing against the clouds, and would fain have been aboard her then, even with her scummy drinking water, even with her weevily biscuits and ancient salt pork.
But even my sleeping mind told me the Arabella was heeling down the coast and that I stood no chance of seeing her again in the near future. Mayhap the master would turn her about, thought I, if there were any riches among the spoils of war the marines took from the fortress at Yongdong-po. If he did bring her bowsprit into the river near the palace, mayhap I could escape my guards and race to the ship, calling out my name lest some sniper in the halyards fire upon me.
Surrounded by hot and willing quim or no, a sailor's thoughts turn often to the green hills of his home, where his longing bedazzles him with the dream that the quim of home is hotter and more willing than any foreign stuff. But my better sense told me I may never see home again.
Oh dear reader, you who have found this desperate appeal in the glass fishing float of the heathen Oriental, take pity upon me. Race ye swiftly to the nearest official and beseech him to send a gunboat after a loyal seaman and goodly citizen of Worchester in the commonweal of Massachusetts.
And if the officials turn but a deaf ear to your pleas for my succor, then betake you to the village of Worchester to claim my estate, for I do hereby willingly give it to you. I have no watch and chain, no golden daggers, and my family will have long spent any inheritance that chanced my way whilst I was at sea. So therefore I will to you, did you try your best to have me rescued from these savage shores, the only thing I may lay claim to, that is of any wealth.
That treasure is Mistress-the very young girl with whom I had such satisfying relations when I was but a schoolboy. Her name is Mistress-she should be of the age, let me see, of fourteen years by now, and a hotter, more willing bit of gash was never born in Worchester. Mistress-but wait, and I will tell you sommat of her beauty. She has hair of finely spun gold, and I suppose by now, she has grown a golden bush about her darling little quim, although when I last diddled her, she had but a delicate peach fuzz between her slimly rounded legs. Ah, what a screwer she was at ten years of age, and what a more educated screwer she must be by now, a full four years later.
Her little tits were just beginning to bud when first I lay mouth to them, being mere bumps in the milk whiteness of her flawless skin. She did have nipples, though, which lifted themselves most valiantly when sucked upon. And her darling quim, that wonderfully shaped and gorgeously constructed cunnie. With a lad hung so well as myself, you would think that tiny pussy could not receive me, but it did, and well. The lass has a certain stretch-ability, an expanding quality that opens to admit the head, and in a little while, the entire length of the rod, big though it may be.
At the first, it took creams and unguents, and even later, some greasing of the pole was called for, but her loving quim accepted my staff with great joy. Once she had discovered the joys of diddling, the pleasure of being pricked, she cast all modesty to the winds, and abandoned her maidenhood for the screwing. So small she was like some fairy princess, so delicately shaped it seemed she might break apart upon the impact of my staff, this tiny darling was far stronger than she appeared, far more avid for the screwing than many a ripened wife.
Well we diddled, and many's the time, in haystacks and her bedroom and beside the bam; we screwed in the fields under the trees, and screwed beneath the front porch whilst older folk rocked and talked above us; we screwed mightily and at great length, wherever and whenever we could. She swore undying fealty to me, made her childish oath that she would never, never take another prick into her womb, but this I must doubt has been kept.
The lass loves her pricks too well, and would swoon away if too long deprived of them.
So I believe she will lie readily for you, dear reader, do you but breathe my name into her dainty ear, do you but tell her of my fate and that I have thusly willed her sweet quim to you and your ministrations. Though she has undoubtedly screwed numerous lads by now, or if not, has diddled herself most thoroughly by the use of her hand and any prick-shaped objects she might fit inside her, I wager that the lass is still tight and hot. I wager she will do for you, dear reader, all the things she did for me in the fervor of our youthful passions. She will do these things in my name, and in most reverent memory of the screwings we shared together in the past.
She lives in a white house, at the far end of the lane that turns off the highway at the mill, and her name No, not yet. I will not as yet submit to the cruel vagrancies of fate. I must believe I will be rescued ere I perish. So I will withhold her dear name from you, sir, lest you find her swiftly and so forget this poor seaman crying for assistance. I will tell her name later.
CHAPTER FOUR
Mayhap I have not said it was summer in the Hermit Kingdom, and hot the weather is here. If a man had not become acclimated through stops in the Islands, his brain would fry in the sun and his skin peel off as in a bake oven. But in the old stone palaces the walls hold out much of the heat and if one becomes overly sweated during exertions upon the quilted bed, the chimtae, there are always handmaidens about to fan him cool. What with the chilled wines and cold spring water, it is not altogether insufferable.
Later, I learned that by this time each year the Empress was most often at her summer court in the mountains, where brooklets and breezes make living more enjoyable. And we did hie there sommat after, but meantime the Queen was too interested in her new play pretty, myself.
Next day after my enforced arrival, she had brought in her court physicians, solemn and wispy-bearded gentlemen in horsehair hats and netting robes, who taped and measured me from head to toe. Neither did they neglect to go closely over my staff, conversing learnedly about its dimensions and the fact that it was without foreskin. I was weighed and callipered, and my hair, both upon my head and chest, was washed with solutions. Of course, its color remained the same, foiling the physicians.
That day, my language lessons began also, with instruction in the Korean alphabet and a listing of short words I was to memorize. For all their chicken scribbles, the heathens do possess an alphabet which makes up sounds sommat passable as speech, although it does take some tongue twisting in a civilized mouth.
I have told of my calisthenics, which became more and more of a necessity as time wore on, and of the sumptuous meals of which I partake. An idyllic life, you might say, what with excellent food, exercise and servants; a living allotted to princes, you might deem, what with all I might care to drink of spirits, and all the diddling any man could imagine. These things be true, in the main, but list to my tale in its entirety.
I was allowed to build my strength all the second day of my imprisonment, albeit receiving the canings of bamboo from the assistant teachers who stood guard over me. And I sommat enjoyed the physical training in the courtyard, that kind which loosened the muscles of my legs and allowed me to expand my lungs. Aboard ship, there is much running up and down the rigging, but in bursts of short duration only. Here, I may run to my heart's content, but only in a prescribed area. Were I to leap the wall and run away to the coast, I should only be caught and put to the sword, for no ships from civilized countries put in here.
But I return in my narrative to that second night of my stay in this mountainous land, before I came to be nearly without hope of rescue. Nearly, say I, but for the discovery of this missive, this appeal to the warships of mine own native land.
I joined the ladies at supper in the Queen's bedroom, that great and canopied room where I had disported myself the evening before. Smiling and bowing as if I were in a drawing room back home, I entered the large room and made for the supper table, the long and low pahpsaeng set with many and varied dishes. Mindful of my duties, I went directly to the Empress and kneeled to take her small hand and kiss it. She laughed aloud, a throaty and musical sound, and waved me to sit at her side, which I did forthwith.
Only then did I notice there were other damsels with us, beyond the Queen, the slim Kilja and the small Whaja. Two more serving girls stood behind the Empress, waving fans made of long and curling feathers; another pair brought freshly steaming dishes to the table and poured cooling drinks. They were all well made and neatly formed, and all had their lips dyed red in their heathen fashion, which I must admit enhances their attractiveness, at least to me. The girls here are also won't to powder their faces with finely ground rice, so as to whiten them.
I looked at the Queen, at the two other girls I had already diddled, thence at the four new females around the table, and I wondered if she, the Queen, intended for me to screw these other maidens as well. One man, thought I, with seven women all ready to spread their legs for him. Such a man should be possessed of the strength of ten, should be a Samson with a tool of iron and a back to match. But when a man is young and the blood moves swiftly through his veins, he thinks he can screw all the wenches in the world, and is nothing loath to attempt it.
Therefore I gorged myself on tender meats, eyeing the more tender arses about me; I ate of rounded fruits, all the while ogling the rounded breasts nearest me. The women were all dressed in native costumes that exposed little of their bodies, but some of those bodies I was already familiar with, and sat ready to become more knowing of the strange ones.
Drinking copiously of the rice whiskey, I prepared myself mentally for the orgy in store for me; my physical equipment had already begun to prepare itself. My staff was climbing erect inside the specially tailored pantaloons that had been furnished me just that morning; they were of odd shape, being too loose in the crotch and too short in the leg, designed as they were after the Korean mode. I had refused to don the jacket handed me by the Queen's tailor, much preferring to go about naked from the waist, as sailors before the mast are won't to do in fair weather.
The Empress said something, and the serving girls swiftly cleared the table, save for spirits and succulent fruits left as dessert. Candles were lighted against the oncoming intrusion of dusk; I was ready for this newer and larger adventure, well fed and wined, and with the long months of companionless sea duty not yet diddled out of my system.
Queen Min gave another order, standing erect as she did so, and the girls laid down their cooling fans to rush to her side and divest her slowly of her garments. I watched in gratitude that she was no wrinkled hag, but instead such a beauty as to turn the heads of men anywhere upon this earth.
I saw her hair come loose and fall to her hips, full black and scented by jasmines.
She stood proudly, this Empress, her arms slightly spread as the girls slipped away her short jacket. They then untied the bodice of the breast-high skirt, and allowed it to fall gracefully from her body and puddle at her feet. I stared at her beauteous breasts, so round and finely formed, so artistically designed, made of creamy ivory with their centers lifted in swelling desire, brown and shiny.
She lifted one foot, then the other, and the maids took away her skirt. In this hot weather, she had worn nothing at all underneath her garments, and now stood proudly naked. A wondrous woman, this; a female to set the rod of any man aching, be he worthy of the name man at all.
Her tiny frame did nothing to detract from her loveliness; rather, I have always been drawn to the small and delicate beauty, rather than to wallow myself upon the female grown to the size and shape of a milk cow. The reader may recall the lass of tender years I have mentioned, the small beauty with the cunnie of such marvelous satin within; she, too, was and I pray is, a doll like creature just large enough to surround a good man's staff with slicked warmth and trembling palpitations.
I stared at this Queen, this ruler, this woman of such bedazzling beauty, seeing her in all her gleaming nakedness, and as my eyes traced a path from the tip-tilting points of her sweetly fruited breasts, down over her adoringly shaped belly, they found the triangle of her cunnie, the faintly feathered mound of Venus I had worshipped at the prior night.
Her legs were so cunningly shaped, so smoothly made, and her hips were of the proper size and shape for a man to hold in his hands. She turned smiling down at me, and I was reminded by those carmined lips that she had used them well upon my engine. She showed to me her dainty ass, its fair curves lifting from the midnight screening of her long and luxurious hair, the valley of it an enticing crack between such splendidly modeled mounds. My mouth was open and my eyes ashine when the Queen beckoned me to arise.
How the serving wenches and the handmaidens giggled when I stood up, for my staff was full well ready and pointing stiffly toward the object of its desire, the Queen's quim. At a word from her, Kilja and Whaja rushed to me and stripped away my pantaloons, their sly hands caressing my sac in passing, and making light grabs at my rod. I gave them both looks that promised them bouts with that rigid staff, be it the Queen's pleasure to have them again screwed that night. When they stepped back from me, taking my pantaloons with them, the serving maids gasped in concert, having for this first time gotten a close look at my swollen engine. Taking it in my hand, I aimed its red head at them, and they all four retreated quickly, as if it was a cannon that might blow them through the walls.
"Ahnita!" said the Queen, shaking her head to signify no. I smiled to show I was but jesting, and she approached me. I waited to know her whim, knowing already that this regal woman of such loveliness was a great power in this savage land. And it was good for me that I so sensed her volatile tempers; had I not, my yellow-haired skull would long ago have been stuck upon a spike at the great north gate for the ravens to pick at. A woman of both fire and steel, this Empress.
She stood close and stroked my rod, petting it with fingers so gentle and tickling that I could but barely restrain myself from lunging at her and burying it to the hilt in her belly. But hold myself back I did, and, using my staff as a handle, the Queen guided me to a heap of pillows where she pointed it to the floor, and I sat at her bidding, with my feet spread wide and my hands behind me to support my weight for the nonce. I did not suspect what she planned, and it would have made little difference to that sensuous woman whether I agreed or no. She would have had me forced by her burly guards, I now realize, and that would have been somewhat embarrassing to me. As it was, I fell to with a will when she showed to me her immediate desires.
Walking to me, swaying her elegant hips in a rocking motion, she came closer and closer to me as I sat there waiting. Placing one dainty foot on each side of my big and hairy thighs, she moved yet closer, presenting me with a close-up viewing of her quim. It was beauteous, I will say, shaped adoringly, and looking much younger because of its lack of pubic covering. Its lips were modeled for pleasure, and its lightly red slit had been designed for the sheathing of pricks, naught else.
I knew then, by the nearness of her quim, that she wished for me to use my mouth upon her, as she had so endearingly used hers upon me the previous evening. As I have stated, I did not recoil, having been put to such a loving task years ago by the lass of tender years in my home of Worchester. Indeed, the Queen's quim was of such bonny charm that I doubt I would have retreated, even had I not been already trained in the act.
Lifting my hands and sitting up, I covered her small and rounded buttocks with my fingers, drawing her the final inch to my face. From thence, I began to lick at the ivory hillock of her belly, probing with my strong tongue into the dimple there, tasting both the lotions with which she had been scented and oiled, and also the purely woman flavor of her heated flesh. She trembled, and her buttocks rotated slightly within my grasping palms. I betook my tongue from her belly button and drew it down into the silken and widely spaced hair, sliding its warmth back and forth across the upper reaches of her quim, but as yet avoiding a direct attack upon the dampening trench itself. I kissed her lightly, licked slowly and tantalizingly down to the satin inner portions of her creamy thighs and back up again.
Now she began to tremble in earnest; her skin tightened and relaxed, and her hands came down to fasten themselves into my curly hair atop my head. Her buttocks vibrated, clenching and unclenching most lively within the gripping of my fingers, and I caressed them with my palms. Meanwhile, the sweet odor of her shuddering quim reached my flared nostrils, and it but spurred me on, although I did my utmost to refrain from rushing the act to a too-hurried completion. So I continued to caress her mound with my tongue, and by little loving nips of my teeth, until she trembled all over her scented body, until she began to twitch and contract her belly. Only then did I move my questing tongue farther down, lower down to the near edge of that reddened trench. She jerked mightily when I inserted my tongue tip, and ground my head into herself with both little hands.
I went into her then, with a will and all my remembered skills. She hunched against my chin as I rammed the length of my big tongue into the shuddering depths of that tiny and tight pussy. Her fluids came rushing to lubricate her insides as I felt about inside her, feeling her hot and wiggling sheath, feeling the softly mounded lips of her quim upon my mouth and chin. I licked softly, probingly, pressing her tighter to me, and worked my path most teasingly, most intriguingly, up to that lovable little button that throbbed for attention. I pressed it down with my tongue, then allowed it to spring once more erect, only to take it gently and with careful worship, between my teeth.
I swear, the Empress was going insane then. Writhing and moaning, she clenched my head into her belly, shaking and rotating her arse. I held to the buried nipple, and began to suck upon it, pulling it between my teeth and pushing it back out not quite to its tiny length.
"Ahh!" she screamed above me, and struck her pelvis madly at my chin, "Ah! I-go, chu-kett-da!"
This phrase, I was to learn in my classroom instructions, means: Ah, I will die! I have heard women of other countries call out the same sort of thing, when they were fast approaching the moment of ecstasy.
Her fluids wet my chin and were slicky warm upon my upper chest. She heaved in a mighty thrusting, and stiffened out her legs as her quim throbbed once more in a final spasming. Then Min's fingers were softly caressing in my scalp, but she did not move away, so I felt she craved yet the ministrations of my mouth, so I stroked her quivering haunches and dallied with my fingertips at her entrance whilst my tongue petted her joy button. I heard her say something above me, and my own fingers were deftly removed from the crack of her buttocks to make room for the entrance of another one, a small and shapely digit belonging to the woman who smiled around and down at me as I rolled my eyes to see. It was the well trained Kilja, and I held lightly to her wrist as she slowly and with great care, inserted the tip of her oiled finger into the back entrance of the Queen. Ahh, said that ruler, and settled herself upon that finger to its full length, to grind carnally there in more highly stimulated enjoyment.
I did not neglect mine own duties, nibbling and licking and sucking upon her, but I did wonder sommat at the other pair of thighs that had appeared to press softly against the back of my head. Whaja, I imagined, and cocked my head so as to see what was going on above me. I saw Whaja leaning to suck first upon one of her mistress's nipple, thence to the other, and I thought strangely if I were but hung upside down, I might insert my own aching prick into the Queen's mouth, thusly filling the last of her loving holes.
The Empress Min twitched and stroked against my chin. She flinched and moaned, and crammed herself back upon Kilja's probing finger; she twisted and sweated and rocked her tits for the adoring mouth of the girl Whaja. She rocked forward and ground her quim hard to me, and suddenly gave a cry that lifted from the very depths of her being. She arched her back and loosed such a flood of liquids that it drained the power from her entire body, and she sank weakly aside from me, sank sighing away as Kilja removed her finger and Whaja released her breast nipple. She had fired her tremendous salvo, and such a broadside suddenly depleted her reserve magazines. The Empress was at once limp and flaccid, but no whit less the lovely for her most tiring exertions, and, wiping my chin, I would fain have crawled immediately upon her relaxed body to pump new life into it through my eager and hungry staff of life. I eyed her wet and helpless quim and would have attacked it without mercy, but she opened her dark, sloe eyes and murmured, "Ahnita, ahnita."
I paused, wanting most mightily to ram it to her, needing to put my rod whence my tongue had been so long, and to stretch that delightfully small sheathing to its fullest as it accepted the length and breadth of my aching engine. But that was not to be, at the moment. The Queen gave low orders to her handmaidens, and they pushed me gently aside to lave between the Queen's legs with cool and perfumed waters, to wipe her fevered brow and flushed cheeks and chilled waters from the deep underground springs.
When they were done cleansing and cooling her, they arranged her head upon the cushions in such a way as she might observe the room and its occupants without bother to herself. For the Queen did not sleep; there were other acts to come, and miss them, she would not, though she be sucked clean of all her strength and diddled nearly out of her head. Very bonny, she was, lying there with her long black lashes shading her eyes, with her rivulet of shining black hair spread like a soft frame upon each side of her naked body. Again, and with regret, I eyed that as yet unscrewed quim-unscrewed for the night, that was. The Queen had lost her virginity at a very early age, as I later learned, and had been hard put to find new and lasting excitements ever since that deflowering by her own father. But more of that anon; I must needs return to the scene to be played out in the palace that evening, with the listless empress watching from her bed of cushions.
She gave her soft commands, and I heard one of the serving maids cry out: "no! no!" in her own tongue. That small maiden dropped her fan and went to her knees, to bow deeply and bump her forehead upon the floor, but the Queen said but one sharp word, and the handmaidens leaped upon the girl to tear off her clothing. Kilja smiled wickedly at me as she raised up with the girl's skirt in her hands, and said "Chaw-nyaw, chaw-nyaw," which I took to mean either 'frightened,' or mayhap to mean 'virgin.' This last calculation proved to be the most correct, though frightened she was, also, so very fearful that she rebelled against her empress's orders and struggled mightily to avoid being pierced by the prick of the yellow-haired foreign devil she saw nearing her. "Ahnita!" she screamed, and "Ahnita!" once more, but her impassioned nays could not stay the execution of the screwing. I shook my head at the Queen, implying I would rather screw one of the others for her edification, but the Queen motioned me to my task, and shirk it I could not.
I was ready, of course, with my rod standing tall and swollen large around, but I will confess that I have cared not much for the deflowering of virgins, not since that lovely and unforgettable pricking I gave to that lass of tender years. It is usually too much effort for the prize, although I trow there are some virgins who have long been without maidenheads in their minds, but waiting the touch of a prick ere they go wild as any oft-screwed wench from the taverns.
The grinning Kilja took one of the child's ankles, for child she was, mayhap of sixteen years; Whaja, looking solemn, took the other ankle, struggling to hold it while the young girl screamed and twisted to get away. When the other serving girl caught her flailing arms and pulled them back over her head, the child was helpless. Still, she twisted her arse and bucked her knees, trying to free herself.
I went to them, but only after taking a small bowl of sesame oil from the table, from which I heavily anointed my staff, and from which, by kneeling between the girl's pinioned legs, I also oiled her tightly flinching quim. I will swear that there was not a single hair upon it; not a single curl grew there to mark the softness of that virgin cunnie. I oiled it and pressed as much of the lubricant into its lips as I might. Then, excited beyond myself by the handling of this never-diddled mound and the fingering of its unstretched gash, I lowered myself to the girl and began kissing her very small titties.
She cried, wept aloud, and the sound of her heart-wracking tears was pitiful, but I continued my task, kissing the tiny nipples until they stood erect, then taking them by turn into my mouth to roll them between my teeth, very lightly. If the lass grew warm, she would spill herself within her cunnie, and so make the entrance easier, and I labored toward this goal. I crouched over her, stroking and petting her tender flesh, and in truth, she was a captivating young girl, reminding me much of the ten year old lass with whom I had screwed so long and so lovingly, ere we were caught hung together in the school basement.
So my engine was hard as a rock, and its swollen head was empurpled, now beginning to shine with the glistening lubrication that seeped from the hungry mouth at its tip. Within my hairy sac, my testes felt as if they had grown to enormous size, and even my crotch ached with the need to get into this delectable feasting of the flesh held down for me to mount.
Enough of the preliminaries, thought I, and leaving off my caresses of tit and belly, I went forthwith to the mound of Venus and worked my fingertip into its hot, impossibly constricted slit. Gently though I worked, tenderly though I entered, yet it pained the lass, and she cried out more piteously.
I would not stop now, not unless the Queen herself had me pulled forcibly from this girl, so I worked my probing finger in and out until the lass let down some of her juices, frightened or no.
Kilja laughed, and Whaja said something as I leaned over the girl and held my staff close to guide it into that tiny gash where it must finally bury itself. My staff was adrip with oils, as was the lass's cunnie, and she but flinched as I touched the head to the lips of her mound. I pushed then, with care and attention, and the handmaidens pulled the girl's feet yet farther apart, so as to help stretch her quim opening.
I got the very tip of my tool into her gash, and felt the hotness there, the marvelous hot watering of it and the resisting lips. I shoved more, and forced more of the head inside her quim, but struggle, it was. She writhed, but her shudderings only helped me force my meat deeper, until at last the head of it was fully seated, until the stretched lips of her steamy cunnie had settled back to cling like a clamped mouth about the ridged head of my rod. Then I stroked very slowly, very gently, pushing it forward the barest fraction of an inch, withdrawing another fraction, but always with great care, so that the tightened quim did not eject the head and therefore force me to enter all over again.
"Jo-tah!" smiled Kilja, applauding me with her wicked eyes. The word means good, or well done, dependent upon the usage.
From behind me, the Queen ordered: "Bahlee!" which I was to come to know means hurry, or quickly. But at the nonce, I needed no urging; I was already moving more quickly, forcing my huge meaty rod ever more deeply into the hot and shuddering cunt of the crying little girl. Too small, she was, and I feared that I would not bury myself into her ere I fired a load, but I told myself if that happenstance came about, that I would but continue to stroke it into her flesh, aided then by the extra oilings of my own ecstasy, by the boiling flood of my own ejaculation.
It went slowly, hurtingly, into the girl. She cried and tried to free her legs and hands, but to no avail. She was impaled upon my throbbing rod-one inch and two, pulled back gently for another assault, and one more inch for three, one more for four, each slow stroke spreading her wider and penetrating just a bit deeper.
Somehow, the girl hunched at the moment I thrust forward, and I felt a tightness tear away, felt the ripping apart of the blockage of her maidenhead, and my overworked prick lunged fully deep to ram the back of her womb, to find the nibbling constriction some Korean women have built into the rear of their educated sheaths. It was like the suctioning of a tiny mouth that fastened upon the head of my prick, and the oils of herself mixed with the quick bleeding of her maidenhead to ease the passage whence I was now pumping like a man bereft of all his senses save those in his rod.
Ah, but it was hot and tight and exceedingly good. My sac bumped against her small, sweet arse with each plunging stroke I made, and the forcedly spread lips of her quim constricted and released upon my staff.
The girl cried out, louder and louder, repeating the same phrase over and over, and suddenly Kilja released the ankle she had long held. Whaja did the same, and but a moment later, the serving girl who had held my screwing partner's hands captive, also freed them.
She would not get away now, I vowed, and impaled her yet more deeply upon the mighty head of my prick, determined to pin her to the floor, if need be, whilst I got my goodies and exploded the cannon of my sex into her well, blooded and aching though it must already be.
The girl did not attempt to writhe off my tool. Instead, she lifted her legs high and hooked her small, bare heels well into the crack of my heaving arse, thusly deepening her cunt by raising her pelvis. She also threw both arms around my neck and clung tightly to me, as if for her very life. I crammed the meat over to her, banging and rocking and lunging like a stud horse loosed upon the fattest-arsed mare in the herd. That tender, never before screwed lass threw it all back at me, shaking her butt and hunching her belly, and started to pound me in the arse with her heels to urge me on to yet deeper, stronger efforts.
She bit me about my throat, and bit me into the hair upon my chest, and as I worked faster and faster, harder and harder, into the now gulping cunnie, her raging mouth found my left nipple and fastened hard upon it, sucking as her cunnie was sucking, biting as her cunnie was biting.
I gave a mighty lunge, a loud gasp, and ground the hilt of my rod savagely into her throbbing pussy firing my long-withheld load, as I exploded my cannon into her virgin quim to plug it with liquid shot.
She released my nipple and looked up at me, her eyes glazed, her young face dripping with sweat. "Jo-tah," she whispered, and I could but agree with her.
CHAPTER FIVE
There are more than a few difficulties in be-coming adapted to Korean customs and habits. The food, as eaten by the court, is excellent, although it does take some time and a changing of taste to appreciate the favorite dish kimchi. This is powerful salad made of hot radishes, onions, cabbage, garlic, red pepper and vinegar, and the mixture is somewhat odorous, but any visitor must needs eat some in self-defense, so he will not notice its smell from others.
The small size of doorways is another thing; I have been too often bruised before I learned to lower my head each time I passed through. Of course, all things here are designed for the small stature of the Korean, and not for a man of my size. Thankfully, though, this also applies to the size of the pizzle. Had I not been so heroically hung, I should have perished long ago, no doubt in some pagan ceremony entailing considerable pain and much mumbling of the long-nose devils.
That is what white men are called in Korea: long noses, kho-jaengi. Since learning the language, I have angered more than one foppish palace courtier by turning the phrasing about, and calling them short pizzles.
But with few exceptions, I have walked warily and minded my manners here. Too many would enjoy seeing me drawn and quartered, or flayed of every inch of my white skin. It is not only my being different in size and coloring, but Koreans have a natural distrust of anything foreign and consider themselves to be far superior to every other race of man. There is also the fact that I am the favorite of the Empress, and many of the court feel my influence is too great upon her, feel that I am misdirecting her energies and leading her toward foreign thinking.
I must admit that most of my influence is within the Empress and not upon her, although I have told her tales of my homeland and its peoples. Queen Min is most interested, though, in the sexual customs there, and I have been most specific in describing the same, down to the smallest detail.
She is most gratified when I tell her, in nearly all truth, that no woman I have fucked is her match, that I much prefer the shallow and tight Korean quim to those of my own countrywomen. And I often tell her of her great beauty, saying that all white men would fall worshipping at her feet, simply upon seeing the loveliness of her face. I tell her that were other white men to catch a glimpse of her naked body, that their pizzles would stiffen immediately, and they would fight among themselves for the chance to dip their wicks in such bedazzling magnificence.
The Empress smiles at these words, and the handmaidens giggle, and the talk goes into how soon do Massachusetts females diddle, and if they are eager to be buggered, or if they are expert in the use of mouth and tongue. I am hard put to give statistics, so I embroider my stories, garnishing them with titillating adventures that stimulate the listeners to activities of their own.
The young handmaiden I screwed in the presence of the Empress and others, the virginal girl who, once aroused, did almost devour me with quim and mouth, is named Soinah. This is her given name (I cannot call it a Christian name) and is said last in formal address. Her family name is Kim, and I vow that most Koreans have the same family. The rest of them must be called Lee; there appears to be few other names. So, in Korean style, the girl would be called Kim Soinah, and the Empress, Min Bi, the Bi denoting queen. I have never been told her given name, has she one.
My nickname, given me in mock ceremony by the Empress, is Khun, meaning simply big, and meant more for the size of my staff than that of my nose, although it also applies to my overall stature. But so much for appellations; I must return to my narrative, which I have been writing for some time now, in the few minutes each day that are given to me for my own. It is but a whit less important than my rescue, that other white men who may be cast ashore on this inhospitable peninsula may know what to expect. I do not promise them the life I lead, nor even their lives; here I may but inform.
After I had left off screwing Soinah, and betaken my rod from her sheath, which she did not wish to allow, and struggled to keep within her almost as valiantly as she fought to retain her virginity, I looked to the Empress for further instructions. I had partaken heavily of the fiery rice whiskey, and my trusty staff was yet willing to embark upon new adventuring with whomsoever the Queen should designate, and in whatever manner she desired to witness.
Min Bi was as interested in observing screwing, as she was in being screwed, providing she could reach her own orgasms during such observations. To do this, she employed various devices, such as being sucked by a servant (or by myself, for that matter) or being diddled by a servant's hand, or through one of the handmaidens inserting either fingers, toes or the carven image of a prick into her. Somewhat later, I was also to see several interesting experiments, wherein the Queen had her simple-minded husband perform with her, or other men besides myself.
But at the time of which I tell, there was yet only myself, the Queen, Whaja and Kilja, Soinah and three other serving girls. I was yet the only prime stud in this herd of mares. Min Bi had me given more soju, and I again drank deeply of its strength, although I still had strength of my own, the evening being but in its shank.
Calling the freshly screwed girl to her side, the Queen bade Whaja use unguents upon her, and had the girl drink cooled rice wine and eat sliced melon. Soinah was yet conscious of her nakedness, but as Kilja and Whaja also stripped themselves, the girl became more relaxed, and gave herself more willingly to the experienced caresses of the Queen. Min Bi stroked the girl's naked body and petted her nipples into erection, having found herself a new plaything while Kilja and Whaja were getting themselves ready. Ready for what, I did not realize, as I was looking for fresh quim in the persons of the other serving girls. But this was not yet to be, for the Empress had other plans.
Min Bi give a sharp order, and all other women in the room took off their clothing, some of them blushing and taken aback, some of them with eagerness, evidently hoping to be included in the next performance. None seemed as afraid of my rigid tool now, having observed at first hand that the virgin did not perish of its size, but instead went into great ecstasies.
The Queen rattled off a string of language I did not understand at the time, and her favorite handmaidens came to me, to take me by my hands. They stood me beside a heaping of cushions, and motioning me to stay there, they then lay down upon the cushions, the slim Kilja first, positioning herself with her shapely legs spread wide and the lightly haired tufting of her quim aimed at me. When she was ready, the small Whaja sat down between her thighs and inching backward as Kilja took her in her arms. They lay one atop the other then, their faces side by side, with Kilja's hands cupping Whaja's tits, with Whaja's almost hairless cunnie positioned atop Kilja's. Four legs were so spread wide, and two quims were ready to be thrust into; they were so aligned for me, and I saw they were meant to be screwed in tandem.
I kneeled with my rod in one hand, arid looked over at the Queen a yard or two away. Min Bi had guided the girl's fingers into her quim, and had her own hand playing with Soinah's recently rodded cunnie; both were watching me closely, so I proceeded with the business at hand.
Crawling in between the two pairs of opened legs, I stroked the pair of quims into complete readiness, inserting fingers of my left hand into Kilja's quim, and fingers of my right hand into Whaja's slit. Both women began to twist upon my hands, moving their arses from side to side in a slow and sensuous fashion, and letting down their love oils upon my fingers. They both had beauteous quims, so velvety within, so small and desirable. I was about to be twice blessed, and I was anxious to be about the prodding, but I prolonged my ministrations because I sensed that the Empress got more pleasure that way, and so indeed, did the giggling girls.
My rod was impatient to be at such a feasting; it was swollen and hard as a belaying pin; its majestic head was royal purple, and its great white length showed clearly its distended veins, while below its hilt, my sac hung expanded in its nesting of hair, manufacturing seed to pump into the lovely quims awaiting its outpourings.
I left off diddling them with my fingers, and instead used my right hand to guide my rod to its palpitating target. Which, dear reader, would you choose to first enter, the upper quim or the lower cunnie? I had never before screwed women in tandem, and was puzzled as to how to place my weight so as not to flatten them out. I placed the throbbing and eager head of my pizzle into the trembling lips of Kilja, the woman below. Moving carefully, stretched so that most of my weight was carried upon my hands and my knees, I shoved the head into those heated lips and felt them open wider to receive it, felt them close again around the meaty length of my thrusting pike as I moved it deeper inside the slicked and steamy depths of Kilja's womb.
I took a long, penetrating stroke inside that shivering quim, and another stroke, feeling each time the rubbing of the other girl's cunt against my belly. I looked down into their faces side by side, and they were both smiling widely, their slanted eyes bright with passion, their red stained lips dampened by their excited tongues. Giving Kilja's sheath one more teasing lunge, I allowed my rod to slip out of her tight cunnie, then advanced it to prod the entrance of Whaja's pulsating pussy.
Whaja wriggled her pelvis to give me easier entrance, and I forced my oily tool into her body, pushing it to her until my hairy sac crammed against her lips, and giving her several deep strokes. Her delightful cunt nipped the end of my rod, and clung to it for all its length with a satiny and warmed liquid strength. I thrust into her several more times, then pulled it out and lowered my aim to reseat my pizzle into the heated hole waiting below. Thence I slid it in and out, back and forth, to Kilja.
What joy there was in that, dear reader. What thrilling comparisons, as I reached my prick first into one quim, thence into the other, staying not long in either one, lest I cheat the waiting gash. And with what energetic gyrations did these two lovely women screw me back! They twisted upon my staff, and tried to devour my testes with their cunnie lips; they tightened their thighs and released them once more, to allow me to reach high or low into the next creamy orifice.
And reach I did, with the full length of me, with the empurpled head of my staff thumping against the far end of their wombs and jarring their bellies inside. I laid it to Kilja and allowed her to wriggle upon the meaty staff, then laid it in the next moment hard into Whaja. I screwed them well and screwed them deeply, and they were most truly appreciative, hunching in return and contracting their trained quims to give me greater joy.
I felt Whaja coming, felt her lunge to absorb a final piercing lunge, then she shook from toes to head, vibrating like some tender machine about to break itself asunder. She cried out something, and caught Kilja's hands in her own, of force them tighter upon her breasts.
I de-sheathed then, pushing it quickly into the lower quim, where I laid to with greater speed, and in a few tossed moments, the beautiful quim of Kilja suctioned violently upon my rod, and she also had found her ecstasy. I pushed it to her however, until my own goodness grew from back bone and sac and tightened my arse. Then I released my load, firing it against the liquefied cup of her womb wall, and while the head of my engine was yet throbbing, yet spurting forth its gobbets of seed, I jerked out of Kilja's quim and shoved the dripping head back into the top cunnie, so as not to deprive the adorable Whaja of my manly lubrication within her cunnie.
It was altogether a wondrous excitement, that diddling of two women at once, although it does call for more concentration and a bit of effort. To be fair, one must equalize his strokes, and attempt to give both quims an equal amount of pleasure and a like amount of seed, be that possible.
"Jo-tah!" the Empress called, "Jo-tah, Khun!" She added words I did not know then, and I took my yet rigid tool from the flexing hole of Kilja, Whaja slid off her comrade and Kilja arose, leaving me there among the cushions on my knees, my staff still upright like a pike in battle, and all ashine from the oils of two girls, in addition to my own damp residue.
I saw the so recently deflowered Soinah lying back with her eyes closed and her black lashes lying like smudges upon the curved ivory of her cheeks. The Empress was keeping her fingers inside the tender quim, and the girl yet had her hand inside that of her mistress. I had not been able to see them thusly diddle each other, beyond the first beginnings, but I looked at the sweaty bodies and knew they had been hard at it. The girl had fainted, it seemed, overcome by too much ecstasy too soon following itself. Not so the Queen, who was coming more alive again.
Min Bi withdrew her hand and the girl sighed regretfully in her warm sleep. The handmaidens came at once to take away Soinah's fingers, and to bring the scented bowls of clean water to lave us all. Such is one of the Korean customs, and always a welcome habit to me. My rod let itself weaken in the middle, but not enough to droop its head.
I bowed and accepted the washing of the girls as they laughed and tickled my belly and my sac.
I also accepted more rice whiskey, interspersing swallows of the clear and powerful drink with huge bites of roasted beef that had first been marinated in a savory sauce. I ate also of melons and peaches, of sugared berries with cream upon them.
Laughing louder, the girls pointed at me, and I looked down to see my staff faded to but a dangle of shrunken meat, the glow of its head dulled. I laughed with them, and took more soju into my drinking bowl of hammered brass. Soon my head was buzzing and my belly was once more replete. I glanced about me at all the quims I had not yet screwed, at the serving girls moving so gracefully about in the beauty of their naked bodies. I watched their buttocks clench and unclench as they walked, their full thighs kiss in turn the mounds of their darling quims. I stared at the erect tits with their brown sugared centers, and at the dimpled bellies. I even watched the red lips as they smiled or spoke, wondering what was next in store for me by the whim of the voluptuous Queen. But now the Empress was herself ready for the screwing, and so ordered the other women, all of them, to align themselves head to foot and lie upon the floor before us.
I went to her side as she summoned me, and my valiant rod started its rise to the occasion as she gave more orders to the six women, for now the girl Soinah was awake also. I stared in wonderment when the slim and eager Kilja took one of the strange serving girls to the floor with her, and as Whaja followed suit. Soinah went to the woman who had held her hands as I assaulted her maidenhead, and they all lay down together, all in a row.
The Queen reached out for my tool, and wrapped her tiny fingers about it to use her thumb caressingly upon the swelling head of it. I slid one arm about her small body and cupped the sweetness of her tit. She gave another command to the women, and I saw them move forward upon each other's quims. Three women reached their faces in between the thighs of three other women, while at the same moment, it was being done to them.
This was quite a sight, I can tell you, and closely we watched it, the Queen and I. Kilja tongued deeply into her partner, and that slightly chubby girl cried out in her joy, crying out into the energetic workings of Kilja's own quim. Whaja moved her face into her partner's cunnie, and the partner gave back her own face. The girl Soinah did not at first know what to do, but with the feeling about of the tongue inside her little quim, soon began to copy its movements and lickings. Soon all the women were hunching and wriggling with each other, and I felt my faithful rod grow rigid once more in the petting of the Queen's fingers.
She signalled me upon my back, and I knew that this time she would ride astride of me, so I lay down, turning my head so I might continue to observe the heavings and shakings of a half dozen beautifully shaped arses as the women mounted each other. The Queen never left off her watching, either, but felt her way about her own gratification without looking down at my prone body. She lifted one delicate leg over me, doubling it at my hip, and poised her delightful arse over me, while using her hand to point my willing and well used staff into her gorgeous quim.
Lowering herself gently upon me, she fitted the lips of her cunnie sweetly upon my head, sliding them without byplay over the spongy center of my joys. Her quim came down the staff, hotly and slowly, until the head was pushed far back into her womb, until her lips settle firmly upon the hairy nest of my pelvis. She moved easily, very slowly, very tenderly upon my engine, telling me by her motions that she wished this screwing to be of the gentle and long extended variety. A woman of many tastes, this queen, and a woman exceptionally wise in the arts of making love. She was lewd and debauched, and always hot between her thighs, but she was also such a loveliness, such a high priestess of the art of screwing, that my heart as well as my prick was hers. I remained still, lying quietly so that she could work upon my rod as she willed, bringing herself moment by teasing moment to the very pinnacle of happiness.
She did not approach her orgasm for some time, and I was glad I had diddled other women before her, else I would have touched off my broadside disappointingly early, so charming were her wiggles and shudders, these feathery grasping and ticklings set deeply within her throbbing womb.
She slid back and forth upon me, and moved up and down. I watched Kilja strike her climax and watched her give the supreme joy to her partner. The Queen ground her pelvis into mine and I hoped she would not tear her most wondrous sheath by forcing my huge rod so violently into it. I lay watching Whaja lick swiftly into her love-companion's quim, then looked over at Soinah, who was bucking her arse and learning fast how to make her girl lover do the same. The Queen rocked from side to side upon me, moving my prick in a like manner, far inside her flesh, far inside that sucking envelope so magically greased.
The girl Soinah went limp again, but her companion did not cease thrusting upon her mouth, nor did she cease exploring Soinah's cunnie, but instead, increased her efforts on both ends. The Queen began to increase the tempo of her lifting and dropping, and the strength of her twistings. I could not help but reach up and grasp the trimly modeled hips. My spread thumbs felt the contortions of that warm ivory belly as Min Bi lunged hard upon me, as she picked up the rhythm from a slowly walk to a jog trot and thence to a full gallop.
Ah, but her tender arse flayed down onto me, and her satin thighs clenched upon my legs as she sought yet more marvelous penetrations. Her legs clutched and released, and her artistically shaped titties jounced and jiggled in the fury of her exertions.
She was getting thence into her short rows, and hammered her arse up and down like a runaway mare might pound its hooves against the road, although I doubt any mare ran so fast with so much meat rodded into her quim. Mares stand for the stallion, as you must know; they do not race away with him driven fast into them.
But I was pinned down, holding onto the bouncing hips for dear life, and the Queen slammed herself up and down, back and forth, around and about. Her breath rasped in her throat, and her slanted eyes were half closed in bliss as the scented sweat dripped from her titties and made rivulets down her handsomely mounded belly.
She heaved; she thumped her tits into my chest and shook her lovely arse in one final oscillation, and I joined this monarch of fuck in a mutual release, in a mutual flooding of each other's organs with the creamy oils of love, the slickness of gratification and carnal sensation. We were one, bound together in orgiastic twitchings and pantings. I opened my eyes and saw the other women, all six of them, lying as limply as the Empress was sprawled atop me.
CHAPTER SIX
I had unto myself, barring the time I must spend at my classes and my exercises, sommat like a fortnight, whilst the Queen and her court journeyed to Pong II Ch'on-ni. After I had a simple working knowledge of the language, I learned that this trip was the belated one to the summer palace, where yearly worship was also paid to the tombs of the Emperor's ancestors.
The brooks were cool there, and the palace is situated in a valley so shaped as to draw into itself each vagrant breeze that travels up the highway from the capitol, or down through the winding canyons to the north. There is a reflecting pool and cunningly engineered fountains, and evergreen trees thickly gathered to shade the royal family.
But I was left in Seoul, and happy I was for the respite, although I did fret a bit as to whether my especially favored status was to be retained, or whether I would, upon the Queen's return, be thrown upon the mercies of the warrior's who glared hatred at me when we chanced to pass.
Fierce they were in demeanor and the brandishing of their heathen weapons, but I was minded of the pell-mell retreat from their fortress at Yongdong-po when a single fighting ship of the line drove them yelping into the hills. And I smiled condescendingly upon them, which only served to anger them further.
The court physicians, those as were left behind, still evidenced interest in the conformation of my body and the coloring of my skin, hair and eyes. I was given many strange tests and subjected to all manner of probings and measurements. The bearded doctors even brought to me a serving wench of some beauty, with very soft and tender hands, and had me sit before them spread-legged while the wench, with the help of generous smearing of oils, diddled me to an ejaculation, which was caught in a cup and hurried away for examination. But this was the sole time during the two weeks that I was to loose a single spurt of semen.
I conserved my strength, worked diligently at absorbing fresh vocabulary listings each day, and ran sweating around the courtyard after lifting the boulders and striking many fervent boxing blows at the air. I began to grasp the language, at least if it were kept simple, spoken slowly and directly to me. Of course, my knowledge was like that of a small and sommat backward child, but at least it was a beginning, and if I were to keep my head-both the one upon my shoulders and the one between my legs-I would have to do more than screw the Empress and those she pointed out for me. I would also have to be wary of intrigues, and to be capable of understanding the happenings around me. To do these things, to so protect my life and my future, and also to enable me in planning my escape, hopefully at some time in the not too distant future, I must then perfect my understanding of the language. I must also learn the customs and history of this savage land.
Also, in order to continue my duties as stud to Her Majesty's court, I must keep my body in excellent condition, so therefore I worked at my calisthenics with more than a will. And I ate of foods which I have heard will bring more constant rigidity to the organ-oysters and rare meats, in the main.
I bethought me of the hills of home, as any castaway will, even a seaman fallen into such quim-lined captivity. I sighed after that lass of tender years and yet more tender cunnie, yet I must confess I did not harden as often when I thought of her, as had been my won't in the past. And I remembered me what I was once told by a heathen seaman met in an island port, a sailor from the mystical lands of India, wherein all manner of devious practices exist. Unfamiliar with civilized grog, this sailor loosened his tongue upon secrets I am sure he did not mean to tell-about priests an sleeping upon beds of sharp nails, of magicians who befuddled the great and deadly cobra snakes, and at the drunken last. He went into some detail concerning the sexual secrets of his priests, air of a man who could not be denied, was to enter.
The best method of screwing, he insisted with the quim with the staff, and move whichever way struck the female's fancy. But the secret, the magic device which drove women mad, lay not in the usage of the rod itself, but in the mind. Most interested in this, I prompted the drunken seamen with more grog, and more questions. He impressed upon me that a man may be fair in the midst of stroking his staff into a slippery quim, yet with a will, can so focus his mind upon some other subject, that the woman will reach her discharge many times. The man can then bring back his mind to the task at hand, and concentrate upon the creamy delights of his screwing, rather than upon the complicated working of the quadrant, or some such other detailed imaginings. Thusly, he can late reach his own ejaculation, whilst forcing the wiggling female to near faint through a succession of rapid firings of her own.
I had practiced this secret a few times only, being most loath to even look away from the delightful intricacies of fuckery, much less to concentrate my fevered mind upon a page of ancient history whilst my screwing companion shuddered within her suctioning quim and shook her sweetly rounded arse in convolutions meant to draw forth my rich fluids. So I had not yet fully gone into this Indian practice, being sure of my own strength and the recuperative powers of my screwing ability. But neither had I ever met such an over-abundance of quim, such a surplus of arse, such an overwhelming number of willing mouths. Never had I been in the position of being forced to screw in order to protect my life. And although I have ever been a fervent devotee of fuckery in all its splendid forms, I feared me that there might in the future come a time when my strength might fail me. That time could be my undoing, for already I was certain the Empress would have me chopped into dog meat if ever I failed to screw her to pleasure. The burden upon my mind was, therefore, considerable.
Such problems may tend to distract a man from his screwing; indeed, a man in mortal fear for his life may find himself suddenly impotent, unable to harden his pizzle at will, if at all. Such was not to be the case in my instance, for I was most determined to screw, and thusly to live. It was a joke of sorts, for I have often been told that if the choice were left to me, that I would far rather screw than eat or drink, and here I was put to the task of screwing for my very life.
So I minded me to try the Indian method of diddling, so as to conserve my own strength and make the women spend their with more prodigal discharges. I knew full well I could not contain myself at all times, and that I must ejaculate sooner or later, but I was firmly resolved to make it later rather than sooner. I also swore to myself to use other devices more often, my hand, my tongue and teeth. Thus, I would be more assured of saving my manhood, and so, if the course of time, my life.
The Empress and her court returned to the city behind a fanfare of trumpets and a great beating of gongs and drums shaped like hour glasses. Horses caparisoned in rich materials and golden tassels danced ahead of her sedan chair, in which she was carried by burly and sweating slaves. Her ladies in waiting followed behind in other chairs, and in wagons drawn by oxen. There marched guards all about, and bowmen, swordsmen and foot soldiers bearing spears. I saw some few primitive guns, but I would not have risked striking flint to any such contraptions, ere they would blow up in my face and cause more injury to me than to the target at which they were aimed.
I watched from the sleeping porch to which I had been sent upon her departure, an open, although roofed-over, area where I spread my comforter each night. I was groomed and ready, washed and shaved-although that latter process took some doing. Beyond a mere trickle of hair upon the chins of the older men, the honored grandfathers called hara-bogee, the Koreans are naked on their faces, as they are in their crotches. They could not understand my need for a razor almost every day, and when at last a servant provided me with such a blade, it was a poorly sharpened piece of iron that required much laborious honing to scrape away my whiskers without also scraping away my skin.
Well fed, my body toned and ready, my mental attitude focused upon the mystical practices of the Indian fakirs, I awaited my queen. And she came into the palace bedroom with a rush, a flying of skirts and perfumed hair, directly to where I stepped inside from the porch. She threw herself into my arms, pressing the tiny shapings of her delicious body tightly and with great and sinuous insistence to mine. I felt the orbs of her small but beautiful tits, and I felt the mounded vee of her quim, as well as the pressure of her bonny thighs.
Min Bi gave me her red mouth to kiss, and I bussed her soundly, crushing her lips beneath my own, inserting my tongue between her small teeth in the French fashion, so that I tasted of her mouth, and of her wet and pulsating tongue. I knew also the flavor of the heat within her, by the bitings of her mouth and the demanding wiggles of her arse held under my hands. The Queen was starved for screwing, and this showed plainly in the pantings of her mouth, the heaving of her titties, the lustrous glow in her almond eyes.
I looked over her shoulder as my pizzle came out straight and solid as stone to poke her belly, and saw my other darling screwing maids-Kilja and Whaja and the girl whose maidenhead I had ruptured, Soinah. I saw someone else, also: a small man who stood with his mouth opened loosely and stared at the Queen grinding her quim into my crotch. He was richly dressed, with costly rings upon his fingers, and he was attended by two physicians and two small boys bearing fans made of long plumes.
Min Bi pulled back her mouth to get her breath, and said something too rapid for me to pick apart. I did think I heard the word for king, and another word much like husband. This then, was the Emperor Lee, this booby walking in his simpering fashion, moving forward under his waving fans to get a closer view of the man who had several time made him a cuckold. The Emperor Lee, said I, and such is the case, over here the woman not taking the family name of her husband, but keeping her own. The children of such unions are given the name of their father, as is the fact in my own homeland, but the wife is not known as Mistress Lee or Kim, or whatever, but rather she becomes known as Soonja's mother, the name of her child being more important than her own.
But since the Empress had no children, despite her many adventures with many pizzles, this was not important to her. She moved away from me and the girls came in her stead, laughing and nipping my flesh, patting and stroking my body with their quick hands like flitting butterflies as they undressed me. I was abashed to stand naked in the presence of the King and his Queen together, but it seemed not to affect the man a whit. He chattered and munched upon a honey cake, sipping between bites at a glass of chilled rice wine brought to him where he sat indolently cross-legged upon pillows.
My staff was upright and packed hard with my passion of the past two weeks, and the sight of it so stiffly erect brought further excitement to the Empress. With sharp little cries, she tore away her dress and taking both little hands, cupped her breasts with them to offer herself so to me for my screwing. I had almost forgotten how beautiful she is, how bedazzling is the symmetry of her form, and how attractive is the lure of her rosy ivory flesh. The little brown nipples were hardened fingers pointing at me; the dimpled belly was a darling pillow pleading for my tongue kiss, for the resting of my hairy pelvis upon it, and her quim-ah, that utterly enticing mound with its captivating brushing of delicate fur, with its slit of love hotly beckoning and already dewing itself for the entrance of my aching rod. She was adorable, and I would adore her, but it was the first time I moved to screw a wife with her husband in interested attendance.
Undulating her rounded hips, rotating her arse in a most suggestive manner, yet cupping and offering me her titties, the Queen danced slowly forward. She stopped in the center of a pile of cushions, but her rear kept swaying from side to side, interspersed from moment to moment with insinuating bumps of her pelvis, lifting movements that thrust her quim at me in a command that left little doubt that I was to screw it, despite the presence of her husband, despite the onlookers-doctors and fan boys and handmaidens.
Very well, thought I, to the fray then, and I advanced to close with her, my swollen prick ashine and thirsty for the quenching liquids of the queen's cunnie. Its flexing head was a healthy purple, and its round staff was pink, its hilt nestled in the yellow bush of my groin, and its attendant balls hanging tautly in their expanded sac. My engine was ready, as was I, while the Empress-that highly excited and all atremble fucking machine-she was more than ready; she was starving for the shaft, ravenous for the length of meat to be crammed into her sheath.
I then did not know the visit to the summer palace and to the tombs of the King's ancestors had a religious significance, and that this hot, boiling, high priestess of screwing had been forced to total abstinence from all sex during her stay at Pong II Ch'on-ni. She could not even diddle herself, nor have a handmaiden mouth her quim, much less find a stiff cock upon which to buck away her loneliness. And to see that she did none of these things, there was ever a too-watchful priest nearby, day and night. Even the Empress did not dare to defy the gods by defiling the tombs, so the poor lass had to do without what was so vital to her well-being. She also had been unable to screw for the past fortnight, as had I.
She reached down and surrounded my huge prick with her soft fingers. Holding it tightly, she moved her belly to it, to pin it between our bodies, as she once again held up her mouth to be kissed. My rod throbbed with passion, growing impossibly harder under her gentle and loving touch. Her magnificently shaped titties pushed their hard nipples into the lower part of my chest, nuzzling their twin ways into the crisply curling hair that spreads luxuriously over me there. She then moved a step closer, forcing my prick into closer confinement between our bellies, whilst yet gripping it with all her strength. Her little hands were straining, but no more than her entire body, so desperate was she for a good, deep screwing.
I looked beyond her black hair, over the top of her head, to where the audience lounged at a table filled with succulent goodies and wines. The King was setting more erect, his mouth hanging open as was its won't, his bulging eyes fixed upon the naked arse of his wife as she moved it back and forth and pressed it tightly against my cock. The handmaidens were also watching with interest, wondering which of them would be chosen to continue the performance, and in what manner. The doctors-ah, those learned old gentlemen were obviously wishing they were not so old, for I watched the sweat break out upon their cheeks.
The Queen demanded screwing. She drew down the head of my prick and rubbed it most vigorously against her quim, grinding its spongy shape into the feathery hairs spread so lightly there, sliding it over the wet lips that were well nigh gasping for its full entrance. She tried to climb my legs as if they were trees, so I put my spread hands to the lovable roundnesses of her buttocks and lifted her to her toes. If she so desired to be entered in this upright fashion, so be it. But I must needs hoist her considerably higher, ere the eager head of my rod should find entrance to her palpitating quim.
Lifting her by her arse, I brought the Queen up so that she might slip her glossy legs about my middle, which she did immediately, but in such a fashion as to leave some looseness between her thighs. Her arms went around my neck, and her open, perfumed mouth fastened itself fiercely to mine, while her hot tongue stabbed continuously inside my lips. Holding her still by the twin grips of her buttocks, I twisted my lower body around so as to better aim my rigid prick into her trembling slot. We found the wet gash, my staff and I, and we went into it by the simple expedient of pushing up whilst spreading the Queen's cheeks and pulling her down.
It slid into her, stiff and solid, and I could swear her cunnie gave forth with a gulping sound, as if in gratitude. The Queen shook her arse to settle her cunnie deeper around my prick, and bit my lips in the urgency of her excited passions, in the desperate lusts that filled her beautiful body to overflowing. No woman so dedicated to the artistry of screwing should be so long deprived of the entrance of a man's rod. It is most disturbing to her well being. The Queen was crying as my prick slid yet farther into her sheath, yet more deeply into that slippery well that vibrated all around it, that flexed and quivered and jerked in buttery bliss.
She was seated upon the hilt, her little arse crammed hard down upon my balls. I could not thrust into her very well in such a position, although the Queen managed to rotate most delightfully upon the pole standing inside her. Her tits mashed against my chest, and she chewed upon my tongue, upon my lips, and clashed her tiny teeth against mine in a frenzy of animal desire. All the while, her handsomely formed arse switched and wobbled, her creamy sheath nibbled and squeezed in the fervid attempt to completely devour my robust cock.
And all the time, her husband stared with open-mouthed wonder, stared at the man's great cock forced so tightly into his lovely wife. He watched the Queen with her shapely legs locked around my waist, with her fine tits flattened to my hairy chest; he saw the Empress raising and lowering herself upon the rockhard prick being so lovingly greased with the fluids of her cunt, indeed with the hottest and most lubricating juices of her body.
"Ahh," she murmured into my mouth, and, "ahh," again. Her wet tongue curled around mine, her teeth scraped mine, and she whispered love words between my lips. I could withstand no more; her grasping quim was caressing the head of throbbing penis, that special ring of velvet kept in the extreme end of her womb was biting down upon the very tip of my pizzle, and there came a constant rippling in the velvet walls of her cunt, a vibrancy that grew apace as she twisted her rear upon me faster and faster. I must join her, must not longer hold my mind to the visions of the green hills of home or the tall masts of a swift ship running before the wind. I must look now to my labors, concentrate upon making the very most of this moment of wizardry.
Thence, and to that effect, I began to walk forward, scattering pillows with my naked feet as I went. I stepped squarely over the table where the assemblage sat watching, and carried the writhing Empress apace farther so as to place her shoulders against the wall. Looking down into her contorted face, I plunged my cock forcefully within her, and felt the answering shudder as it drove home. In this position, I could use the power of my strokes and the weight of my clenched arse. I fed it to her in a fury, then, slamming my hairy sac against her buttocks, slamming it into the damp valley of her shaking arse. I pulled it far back, allowing but the head to remain inside her dripping quim, but to ram it home again, to ram it fully to the hilt, so that every organ within her hot body jerked in response. I would fuck the wench to death, if that was what she wished. I would screw her to a fare-thee-well and then screw her some more.
Glancing down, I saw the upturned face of her husband, and the delighted grin upon his mouth. He licked his lips as he watched me pour the rod to his wife, enjoying the close view he had of her cunnie and the pistoning staff that ripped in and out of her at a great rate of speed.
I came. I clutched her arse and spread her buttocks wider so that she could take every last inch of it into her. I shot forth the bubbling power of my manhood, and flooded the container of her womb with its pulsing ejaculation. The Queen could but twist upon it, could but be packed with the heated liquid, and she cried out madly in the coming of her own joy.
My knees turned weak; I lowered us both to the floor, sinking down upon my heels with the Queen's quim still quivering upon my tool, with the Queen's modeled legs yet wrapped about my middle. When I sat down and thrust out my legs, Min Bi opened her thighs and pushed out her own feet, so that she sat fully astride me, and my prick was so deep within her womb that I feared her womb would tear, and the head of my penis would pierce upward into her stomach. But a woman's cunt is built of marvelous material that may expand and contract almost at will. The Queen's head was thrown back, and the richness of her long, black hair was spread over my knees; her eyes were closed and her red mouth was parted. She was in a faint, but not dead, for I could feel certain life stirring within her quim.
Yet she had been well screwed. She had taken the battering of my large cock and wished for more. She had released all her passions, all her blazing lusts, and for the moment, she was content to sit there upon the pole that had rodded her into such surging bliss.
On both sides of us, people moved. Kilja and Whaja came near, holding basins of wash water and soft cloths, but they dared not move the Queen from her seat until she had signified that she wished them to do so. On the other hand, the Emperor climbed to his feet, and I saw that he had removed his pantaloons. In his small, thin fingers, he carried his own prick, a small and partially limp thing that could not provide much satisfaction for such a diddler as his wife. He was trembling as he reached forward with it to touch her hair, and Min Bi opened her eyes at the feel of it. Smiling up at him, she took that tiny, shriveled pizzle in her own fingers and conveyed it to her red lips, which she closed lovingly over the small head, turning her face away from me to do so.
She moved her lips back and forth upon the King's cock, and the little man caught at her flowing hair with both hands as he rotated his skinny arse. Meanwhile, I sat there below him, my own rod reaching to its limit inside his freshly screwed wife, and she once more began to wiggle upon it.
CHAPTER SEVEN
There be both strangeness and troublesomeness in telling a tale like this one. Glad I am that I had some training in letters ere I was forcibly sent to sea, else I should not be capable of setting down this narrative at all. There also be times that I falter, in hand and in mind, and my sorrows gain the uppermost position. I feel this missive will never be ended, nor will it ever reach sympathetic eyes. At such dolorous moments, I picture this tale, wrapped and sealed against the ravages of salt water, floating in its shell of glass forever, bobbing and rocking forever, through all eternity, upon the hostile waves of the Oriental seas.
But never do I consider the taking of my own life-not by rope nor sword, nor by hurling myself into that same unfriendly sea. I look at the stars and think upon the green hills of home, and upon the luscious lass who mayhap awaits me there-or, if this missive is ever perused by civilized eyes--mayhap she await you, dear reader.
I swear upon my hope of rescue that I will give to you her name and her place of residence, ere this tale is done.
But, in order to be certain that the reader does finish this narrative and thence tries with all his persuasion to convince the authorities to send warships for my succor, I shall thereby conceal the name of the darling. I shall not place it at the very end of this manuscript, dear reader, for then it might be scanned without finishing this tale of a seaman away and deserted by his own kind. But I shall write down the name of that gloriously capable screwer, and I shall put down her abode, so that the reader may find her and delight himself in the velvet sheathing of her unsurpassable quim. Such is her ecstasy, such is her abandonment, that whosoever screws her will never forget the day, from the moment his pizzle enters that adorable quim, to the moment it slips out again with deep regret for being forced by weakness to leave the hot nesting of love. Such a prize is well worth the wait, dear reader, and were not my present situation so dire, I would never breathe her name.
The lass is of such wondrous beauty, and of such burning temperament, that she can have no match in the harems of the East, nor the courts of the Orient. Her little arse is most enticingly shaped, the dusky valley between her saucy buttocks most entrancingly carved, and her dainty bung is a marvel of loveliness. How often have I dreamed of that darling arse, of that beauteous bung, of those slick white legs all atremble for the touch of a man's engine. And the quim itself-ah, yes-that matchless quim of such surprising strength and the properties of India rubber, stretching to allow a large staff to enter, thence snapping back to hold it so tightly within its creamy depths of silk darkness.
But it may be so that I shall never lay eyes upon the lass again, that doll of tender years whose maidenhead I did take. If that sad fact come to pass, then I bequeath her to the man who reads this, and wish most heartily that he screw her in good health.
First, I must continue my tale of being cast away on this doleful peninsula, this appendage upon the belly of China. It is not that the climate is so bad, though sommat hot for a native of Massachusetts, nor is it that the scenery is monotonous. Indeed, such is not the case, for all manner of views may be had of mountains and sea, although I will admit there is very little flat land to be looked across. The seasons are much like ours at home, and the crops more exotic than our own, it being longer warm and the growing time therefore better.
The stone in the boot is being a slave to a people most arrogant and most stubborn. A slave be yet a slave, whether his chains are of perfumed flesh or rusty iron, whether he be held tight by a prison of steamy velvet quim, or by stone walls. In truth, a man will rebel against the sweetest confinement, be it not of his own choosing, and be he a man worthy of the name.
Yet, had I to choose a prison, had I to pick a jailer, then I trow I could have found no better goal, nor a better warden. My work is most enjoyable, my fare the very best, and my help most handsome.
I had been awaiting the appearance of the Emperor himself with some trepidation, thinking that perchance the man could object to the screwing of his wife, and in so protesting, have my head removed from my shoulders. But as I studied diligently at the Korean language and the customs of this country, I heard also the whisperings at the palace, and having once seen the weakness of the emperor, I knew that the empress was the true ruler, and that her mate was but a name and little else.
A man small in stature, small in mind and small in pizzle, the King was yet sommat of interest, because he was so willing to join in the sport of screwing, caring not one with that another man pricked his wife, save that the pricker do a worthwhile job of it. Indeed, the little cuckold was most eager to be included in the acts of love, though little he could contribute, being short winded as well. If he weakened early in the games of flesh, he was happy to retire to the side and refresh himself with draughts of whiskies whilst he watched the doings.
It seems most of these Koreans verily enjoyed watching the acts of love, and after some time at it, I confess I too enjoy the scenes of man and woman together, of those of woman and woman, and even man and man. There are combinations of more interest than the latter, especially when three or more persons are involved in diddling or being diddled. But of these remarkable innovations set forth by the Empress Min, I shall describe some time later.
I shall now return to the scene in the bedroom of the Empress when she returned with her attendant handmaidens from the summer palace at Pong II Ch'on-ni. Having been forced by law and custom to abstain from even fingering her ever-hungry quim, much less calling upon the talented tongues of Kilja and Whaja or the new girl Soinah, the Queen was most eager to catch up on all her lost opportunities over the past fortnight. This she began with the thorough screwing I gave her while bracing her shoulders against a wall, her legs being wrapped about my waist.
Shaken to her bubbling core by the force of my ramming, the Queen sank to the floor with me, still sitting upon my staff, and her husband approached her with his tiny pizzle for her to suck upon. This she did, while twitching her arse upon my rod, reaching thusly for her own gooders at the time of giving pleasure to her little husband. It was a passing strange situation for a seaman to find himself, but I did my duty with strength and some joy, finding myself stimulated by the Queen's acts.
The king hunched a few times, then I saw waves of tremors shake his skinny buttocks, and he fired his small gun into his wife's mouth. She, in the meanwhile, was twisting and turning upon my rigid staff with such verve and dexterity that I was hard put to it not to loose another salvo into her fluid sheath to keep the first salvo company. Min Bi jerked and wiggled, yet holding the King's shrunken pizzle between her lips, and that near-fainting worthy had to cling to her head to stand erect. His wife bucked upon my great staff, clamping violently upon its swollen head as she slid up and down faster and faster. She reached her second orgasm in a matter of moments, and released her husband's tiny pizzle from her mouth to cry out her rapture at the goodness of the big prick inside her cunnie.
The Emperor thence went away, bent at the knees and with his pizzle drawn to but a bump. He was helped down to a seat by his doctors and the fan boys, who all stared great-eyed at the size of my engine as the Queen lifted herself slowly off it.
I sat back for the ministrations of the deft handmaidens, those lovely girls who made sport my cock as they washed it. Soinah tended to the cleanliness of the Queen, and to her refreshment with makoli, the sour and milky rice wine preferred by women.
I quaffed two bowls of saghwah sool, the apple brandy not quite so strong as soju, and was glad I had withheld my own firing. There would be much screwing ahead this evening, of that I had no doubt, and I would be wise to conserve my strength and so the erectness of my rod. I had but touched upon the Indian method of thinking about other things whilst in the process of screwing. Yet I had held off my own gooders, and given the Empress Min her second good piercing. I would hold to this technique this night, thought I, so as to prolong my efforts and retain my position as the stallion rampant in this court ruled by a hot quim.
Relaxing so, with the naked Queen moved over to sit beside her equally bare husband at the table, I smiled at the assemblage, at the excited ancients who had gotten themselves worked up by the sight of their lovely queen being so thoroughly screwed. I smiled also upon the three engaging handmaidens, who looked often and with longing at my ready staff, pondering which of them, or yet which combination of them would be given to the thrustings of that meaty lance. I confess I was sommat curious myself to discover which tableaus the Queen would order, so as to excite herself once more. An inventive woman, the Queen, and a lucky thing she is, else we should have run out of variations on the sport some time ago.
But now the King intruded; giggling in his childish manner, he gave commands to his fan boys, and those chubby youths shucked most quickly out of their clothing. I sipped at another helping of apple brandy and nibbled some dried squid (which is said also to have restorative powers) and settled myself to behold what heathen to-do was next forthcoming.
The doctors also divested themselves of their robes of office, and the handmaidens hid their laughter behind their hands as the scrawny old forms were brought to view, more like wizened skeletons than men, tufted with grey hair about their half-hardened pizzles. But the fan boys did not joke; instead, they climbed in between the knobby knees of the old men and set about pulling and caressing the pizzles betwixt their palms. The Queen lifted one languid eyebrow and murmured something to her husband.
The fan boys were pleasingly shaped, rounded in the buttocks and smooth of skin. I bethought me of the tender-arsed cabin boy upon the Arabella, and was nothing loath to give a try to these rumps. But their warm bungs were denied me this night; they were set to mouthing the doctors, dropped upon their knees before the old men, who caressed the heads of the boys an their heads caressed the pizzles. Back and forth the lads moved their heads, cupping in their hands the shriveled testes of the old men, and I heard me some gulping noises as the fan boys labored to suck forth seed from the silos gone near empty years hence. But suck they did, and the King laughed merrily when one doctor grasped his boy strongly by the ears and gave a whinnying thrust into the lad's mouth.
The ancient then fell back fainting upon his pillows, his eyes rolled in his sockets, as his fellow grunted and heaved in spasms until he too reached his gooders. The boys left them reclined beside the table, bowing to their King and Queen and taking some cooled rice wine to cleanse their mouths. They remained naked, and mayhap the Empress noticed this state was not altogether unanimous, so she commanded all clothing to be removed by all in attendance. Happily, Kilja and Whaja and the girl Soinah threw off their dresses, and posed prettily in the glowing beauty of their nakedness. I eyed these three quims and wondered which of them I would next enter, which of those rosy-lipped holes would next feel the meaty length and roundness of my rigid staff.
This time, having studied vocabulary lists, I understood a word or two of what Min Bi said. Pressing her husband's mouth to one of her titties, she told the girls to start me upon my next doings.
I was ready, having fired but one load into the Queen, and heartened by the apple brandy and dried squid. The girls approached me with their delightful little bubs swinging in rhythm, their naked little rounded bellies smoothly inviting, and their most lovable quims beckoning my staff. Three most beautiful lasses, these, and three happy for the opportunity to be screwed by the yellow haired foreign devil with the huge prick.
Soinah kissed my mouth, my cheeks and whispered endearments into my ear as she stretched me upon my side, with my feet pointing toward the watching Queen.
Soinah then lay down with her tender little arse aimed at me, and motioned, although with blushing face, for me to bring my face between her legs. I did not mind; this particular darling quim was mine own, so having been made by the fact that it was my own prick that first penetrated it, that broke its maidenhead and brought her to her initial orgasm. No other staff had been yet into it, only, as I recalled, the fingers of the Queen had diddled within its sweet folds. Now the Queen wished to see that luscious little cunnie tongued and suctioned, no doubt for the first experience for the lass Soinah.
I approached her slowly, first taking her lovely foot within my hands and kissing her instep, her calves, and so up to the ivory and rose smoothness of her knees. The little girl has an exceptionally sleek knee, dimpled to one side, its cup in back soft as goose down. I lingered a bit around the knees, caressing them with lips and tongue equally, stroking them lightly and gently with my fingertips. The girl shuddered, drawing up her feet, shaking and flinching in anticipation of this coming great pleasure I was now bringing to her.
I moved my panting mouth higher, up past the knee to the modeled fullness of the thighs, slipping my head in between them, tickling their unbelievable delicacy with my tongue, nipping tenderly at the succulent flesh with my teeth. She tasted of spices and perfumes, of thrills and excitements to come. I moved deeper between the thighs and my face found the lightly downed mound of her femininity. I lingered there, also, kissing the silken hair so few in number, kissing the very bottom of her sweet belly. Then I grasped her by the buttocks, those shapely and bonny buttocks, and took the whole of her warm quim into my mouth, biting it daintily ere slipping my stiffened tongue into the rosy lips that were quivering so for its entrance.
Soinah jerked her entire body, and her arse thrust at me, her pelvis lifted so that the lips of her quim might spread and I find my target more readily. I licked within her, feeling the hotness there, the sleek velvet sheath contorting under the probing of my tongue and the light nipping of my teeth.
I thrust my tongue deeper, deeper, and the girl jerked mightily upon it. Relenting, I curled the tongue higher, lifted it up to find the merry button that stood erect guard, and the tiny clitoris leaped in joy, swelled trembling in wild abandon as I caressed it. I rolled it between my teeth, sucking upon it delightedly as Soinah wriggled her cunnie back and forth to get the full benefits of my ministrations.
Then I felt something upon my prick, a shape and substance much like that which I was gently eating. Lying as I was upon my side, the girl-I lifted Soinah's leg to see which it was-the girl Whaja had to slip one leg under mine and another atop me to fit her pulsing quim to the throbbing head of my staff. Easy she was with the motion, but tight inside her sweet quim, sliding down and forward upon my cock to settle it firmly inside her. I nibbled and sucked upon Soinah while Whaja screwed me, and it is difficult to say which fair arse jerked the more, which beautiful pussy clenched the harder.
Whaja circled me like a long and satin mouth, twisting and grinding her cunnie upon me, feeding the long rod into herself and out of herself with mad joy. She loved the feel of it now, did that lass who had been once so fearful of its size and length, who had been so afraid it would rip out her womb and perhaps destroy the arsehole with it. She ground upon my tool, sliding back and forth as well as around and about, while I worked diligently upon the contracting and expanding womb of Soinah.
The girl hunched against my chin and was suspended, getting her gooders with a force of warm slipperiness and a clamping of her soft thighs about my head. I would not stop, so long as the hot cunnie grasping my rod was atwitch and working. I suctioned again upon the button, and laved it with my tongue, while upon my staff, the valiant Whaja did yeoman duty aworking her quim and slinging her arse about.
Then I stiffened myself and came damned near firing my cannon in a reflex, for there came upon my sac, such sliding and clinging warmth that I near got my gooders there and then. I could not concentrate in the manner of the Indian fakirs, but must roll my eyeball around and attempt to see what manner of thing this was that had my testes atickle.
Aha! I found the missing Kilja, that paragon of mouth and tail, the slim but nicely rounded Kilja, taller than most Korean girls. I barely made out the top of her head, peeping as I was through the shuddering trap of Soinah's thighs, and past one overthrown leg of Whaja, but it was Kilja, all right, and she had her pert mouth fastened tightly to my sac, nipping it lightly with her teeth and curling her tongue around and about. Of course this placed her in contact with the hot and sticky quim of the girl who was screwing me at the moment, each time Whaja slid back and forth upon my blissfully imprisoned rod. She kissed us both, sucking hard upon my sac whenever Whaja pulled back, licking out each time she came in.
It pulled upon me, and I tore my mind away to try and focus it upon the hills of home. I thought very hard about the USS Arabella riding the sparkling seas, with her masts swaying and her sheets full snapped into the cooling wind. I-I knew the hot suction upon my balls, and the twisting, plunging love of Whaja's cunnie while I worked fully my tongue into the twisting, plunging and buttered insides of Soinah's quim.
I would not last the night, thought I, if I allowed this rocking and pitching of slick flesh to excite me farther; I would not stand too often to stud, did I permit every titillating trick of these beautiful women to stimulate me to orgasm. The Empress awaited, and well I knew that she had other plans, for I could sense them in the wiggling of her bonny butt and the look in her hot black eyes so artfully slanted at the comers.
Then, betwixt the lunging of Soinah against my chin and the tight clamping of her warm thighs about my face, and the jerking voluptuous cunnie firing load after load around my rod, to say naught of the pulling tickle upon my flexing balls-I loosed my spend. I fired full into the gripping womb of Whaja, plugging her gap with semen, and she clenched but more tightly upon me for another stroke, and yet another, before she reached her own gooders and stiffened out her legs in joyful jerkings. And at that moment, the lovely Soinah gyrated her pelvis hard into my face and her love button hard against the gripping of my teeth and tongue, to fire her own sweet explosion into my mouth. It was enough; my rod throbbed and emitted tiny spurts;
Whaja circled herself in slow ecstasy upon it, and the loving Kilja sucked away, neither knowing nor caring that we had reached our limits.
With some regret, Whaja untangled herself from me, pulling back so that my staff left a shiny trail down the inside of her under thigh. As she did so, Kilja raised her aim, and worked her mouth up to the hilt of my prick, curling her tongue wondrously about it, and sliding ever, ever upward until she was touching the wet and gleaming head with the tip of her darting tongue. Soinah too, retreated, taking her dew bedecked quim from my lips, leaving me thusly alone with Kilja, she of the educated mouth.
I tried to sit erect, but the girl slipped her panting lips over the spongy head of my rod and clung tightly to it, her wealth of scented dark hair spilling across my belly. She clung also to my sac with her fingers, and took the length of my tool so far into her, so far past lips and teeth and tongue and into the velvety reaches of her throat, that I feared she would strangle herself upon too much meat. But she knew what she was about, that one, and stroked the head of it softly into her palate, tenderly into her throat, creating all the while this marvel of suction, this wet and drawing power that seemed to pull me all into her mouth. I writhed; I twisted, I cried aloud for freedom, and I thought me very hard upon the Indian method, even forcing to mind the treacherous face of the thug seaman who had told me of such a technique. I dwelled long upon his evil visage, and remembered the gin shop whence we met, and the bubs of the barmaid who brought our grog. I tried, but so did the determined Kilja, and the wench won out, having so much the advantage of me. Kilja chuckled around my heaving tool as it responded to tongue and teeth, as it throbbed manfully to the insides of her cheeks and the satin depths of her throat. She pulled upon it, as if she would pull my very backbone down through my staff and out in liquid emission beyond the small lips set in its head. She came altogether too close to succeeding.
I tried to pull away her head, tried to hold fast to thoughts of belaying pins and halyards and spinnakers. It was to no avail; she had me fair bucking in this frenzy that was distending my testes and swelling my prick from head to hilt. She drew upon me with many gulpings and smackings of her lips, and drove me once again into the marvelous softness of her throat. It was too much.
Again, I let my semen fly. Again, I loosed it in rapid spurts, but this time into no clinging quim, this time into the charming throat of this girl who ate so adoringly of my staff, who caressed so sensually of my sac, and who was then flinging about her own slim and shapely legs as if she too was reaching her gooders. Mayhap Kilja can spend herself by taking spend from others. I shall have to ask her that.
But at that minute, I fell back in near stupor, and lay supine for the girls to wash me the length of my body. I was sweaty, and I had slick places between my legs and in the hair of my chest. These places the girls tended to, and when they were done, I felt tired but clean.
I was given more apple brandy to refresh myself, but passed it by in favor of a bowl of soju; I had need of more strength. I ate of rare cooked meat and drank some more rice whiskey. The lovely Empress was smiling upon me, and it was difficult to believe that her scarecrow husband was asleep, his head pillowed upon her titties. She sent them packing-the King and his doctors and his fan boys, and I braced myself for some new attack.
But no, she waited until I was fed and somewhat drunken, then had the three girls massage my entire body as only the Oriental girls can.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The Korean ammah, or massage, is without a doubt one of the most gratifying, relaxing and, at the same time, stimulating creations I have yet to undergo. In this, if in few of the other things in which they but deem themselves so, the Koreans are truly superior. When the empress set the three handmaidens to performing a massage upon my body, I had no idea what was in store for me.
Since I had fired three broadsides within the hour, I was sore afraid the Empress Min might command me to another diddling with one or more of the girls, or again with herself in some manner we had not prior tested. I do believe I could have continued, and to have given a fair to middling performance the next time, and perhaps still another beyond that one. But already, the warning was upon me, the hinting in the back of my head that told me my life depended upon my strength, and upon how well I would continue to satisfy the lustful urges of the insatiable Queen. So I had to conserve myself, yet react when the Queen so ordered. Mayhap, thought I, the Indian method would work itself better with more usage, with more practice. I would certainly try it again, for it could cost me naught and might save me much, to include this yellow head I am so fond of.
The three girls stretched me fiat upon the floor, without a pillow beneath my head, and they began to anoint me with fragrant oils, rubbing the solution into my skin with their tiny, soft hands and their fluttering fingertips. Since I was stark naked and lying upon my back, these tender ministrations so skillfully performed brought me once again to a state of erection. The girls all laughed, joined by the Queen; she lay upon pillows near to use, with the low table, the pahp-saeng, at her elbow. She from time to time refreshed herself from the delicacies there, sipping makoli and nibbling at sweetmeats and spring-chilled melon slices.
Soinah stroked the oil into my temples, into my face, and worked her knowing fingertips along each muscle there, thumbing gently into the cheekbones and jaw muscles, kneading and rubbing. While she went about her duties above, Kilja and Whaja, kneeling at my feet, were doing the same below. They rolled each of my toes between their fingers, bending them back and forth and twisting them gently about. I could feel the tendons loosen, and they, each possessing a foot and leg, moved up to the myriad bones and leaders of the feet themselves, working every joint with deftness and care. From feet to ankles, they went, applying copious amounts of the sweetly scented and penetrating oils, so that their darling hands slid back and forth with sensuous ease and voluptuous slipperiness, teasing my flesh and arousing my skin to new and vibrant life.
From above, Soinah worked down to my neck, prodding and probing with strong, yet loving fingertips, bringing relaxation and ease to my large neck tendons, and from thence, she moved to my collarbone and shoulders. She stroked and trailed and kneaded, cupped and thumbed and rolled. It was almost as good as diddling itself, the massages so provoked delight and so excited invigoration that they were sexually centered. I reveled in them, in the rejuvenating of muscles somewhat tired from my exertions in the courtyard, the leaping and running and lifting of heavy stones.
Soinah reached my chest, working luxuriously there, first over one teat and then the other, stroking the fragrant oils into the thick hairs and so further impelling me toward some responsive actions.
I denied these, but was yet brought unto flinching by Kilja and Whaja, who were coming up each of my legs; already at the knee, they giggled to each other and moved slowly up my knotted thighs, caressingly soft, yet somehow powerfully pressured.
I felt my prick grow ever more rigid, felt its empurpled head swell to its full size and begin to throb in anticipation of another bout with quim or throat, or mayhap this time, a lovely bung. The massages continued, two girls now at my hips, at my pubic hair, and the third girl moved down to my belly, fingering there while all my tendons jerked and all my muscles went taut. But nothing was so taut as my rod, fully erect and ready for the plunging into any hole that would remain still enough for its entry, be it ringed with hair, slick as a baby's butt, or armed with pearly teeth. The hand and finger workings I was undergoing, made so sensuous by the copious applications of soothing lubricants, had provoked me to the point of straight out attack upon anyone screwable.
But they were not done with me, nor had the Empress Min given any command as to how and whom I would go with, so I suffered myself to be rolled over onto my belly-and therefore, onto the stiffness of my rod, clamping it hard between the floor and my belly. The three women thence applied their ammah techniques to my back, again with Kilja and Whaja going down to my feet and starting upwards once more, and with the active Soinah beginning at the back of my head and maneuvering over neck and shoulder muscles.
Slowly, loosening my flesh upon my bones and seemingly kneading the very marrow of those bones themselves, the skilled women manipulated my leaders and tendons into suppleness and litheness. Their hands came to a meeting at my buttocks, with Soinah working at the very base of my spine and the other girls massaging my rump, one set of hands to each cheek. This forced action and added pressure upon my imprisoned staff, so that I must at last wriggle free of their hands and roll over onto my back once more, so that my swollen and now aching staff could point toward the rooftrees.
Laughing loud and long, the Empress clapped her hands in delight, then sat up in the manner of Korean women, her buttocks upon her heels and her knees folded ahead of her. She then motioned to me and said: "Edee wah." This means come here, given in the command voice, one of many strange and complicated levels of politeness used in the Korean language.
I rose and went immediately to her, bowing as I had been taught by my instructors. She laughed harder, because my swollen rod also bowed, inclining its head stiffly downward at Her Queenship. The handmaidens joined in the merriment, ringing me around and skipping close to lightly pinch my engine.
The Empress rattled some order to the girls, a string of words too rapid and too complicated for me to comprehend. They pushed and pulled and brought me to my knees, with my still demandingly rigid staff thrust in front of me. They then worked at my body until I grasped the idea that I was to kneel, but not sit upon my heels, kneel with my back straight and my pulsating engine presented like a lance of old before me.
Min Bi continued to laugh, her red mouth mobile about her even white teeth, and her long hair floating freely about her ivory shoulders, down to her tiny waist. An attractive wench, the Queen, and full well she knows her beauty; full well she is aware of the effect her naked body has upon men and women of all ages. Were she not to the throne born, she would yet be an empress by the right of her loveliness, and no more tyrannous ruler is there than a beautiful woman who knows all the joys her auctioning quim can bring to her partner.
She called out orders to her women, and they danced about in high glee, giggling to each other and pinching each other's buttocks and titties. I waited upon my knees, curious to see what manner of tricks the Empress had devised for our mutual entertainment this time. My rod was ready, lightly adrip from its tiny lips, so that the ridged-around head should be greased for its entrance into whatever orifice would be available.
"Hannah!" called out the Queen, and it is not the name, that word, as it is our own civilized tongue, but instead is the numeral one.
The sweet Soinah was evidently number one, for she went swiftly to her hands and knees, and aiming her delectable little tail directly at my out-thrust tool, she backed slowly and surely up to it. Wagging her darling buttocks not unlike a bitch dog in leg-spread heat, she reached back and caught my rod to guide its willing head to the warm and slippery entrance of her palpitating quim. I would not have been loath to have a try at the bung, even knowing it would be impossible for me to penetrate such a tightness, did it anywhere near match the small size of the Korean quim.
I stared down at the beautiful rear end of Soinah's body, at the curves and indentations in the delightful flesh and glowing rose and ivory skin of this lovely young lass. I had taken her maidenhead, and given her to strike an orgasm by licking, and now I was to reach into her from behind, a prospect I did not shrink from.
She squirmed to settle my head tip into the bedewed lips of her cunnie, and a tight fit it was. I pushed and she moved from side to side until the head of it penetrated into her hot womb, until the lips of her contracting quim closed around the body of my tool and I was thence able to shove it deeper and deeper into her, the walls of her silken and sleek cunnie clenching upon my intruder at every inch gained.
Darling Soinah, that sixteen year old lass who had learned to so enjoy a hearty screwing, she shook her adorable tail until my rod went yet farther into her. My hairy sac came to rest in the delectable crack of her elegant arse, and my rigid staff was therefore seated to its fullest. Indeed, I could feel its head stretching that far end of the girl's womb, that little warm cave that nibbled at it in seer delight. A long, luscious stroke I took into that quivering hole, and another, whilst Soinah panted in delirious joy, and waggled her buttocks to assist my deep roddings.
A fourth ramming then, and a greased, sliding fifth stroke-and the wench did suddenly take herself away from my pricking, scuttling forward upon hands and knees so that my staff popped out of her withdrawing pussy with a wet and disappointed sound. I reached out for her rump, but heard the Queen say sharply: "Tul!"
A new and this evening unscrewed arse pointed at me, moving directly in to take the place of Soinah, who had received her allotted five strokes of the prick. Little enticing Whaja was number two, for tul means just that She backed herself at me, reaching between her rounded golden thighs with both tiny hands to get a good grasp upon my already oiled rod. I pushed it into her quim, worked it inside the first barrier of ruby lips with such a faint smattering of pubic hair, and felt it shove into this new, hot and shuddering slickness that welcomed it.
Dear Whaja rotated her handsome arse to better position my rod inside her oily sheath, and continued to grind upon my rod in such a manner as to oscillate the prick within her in a most sensuous fashion. Again my expanded testes rubbed against sweetly rounded thighs; again my hairy sac was caressed by even more bonny round buttocks and the valley between them. I fed her the full length of my meaty staff, and lovable Whaja gasped with delight. Stroke number two reached deeper yet, and number three slammed against her womb ending, the head of my thing working its fervent way into that tiny cup of creamy gooders there. Number four lunge was a carnal joy, and the fifth lingering shove a thing of beauty forever.
"Set!" cried the Queen in her most imperial manner, and darling Whaja took her charming posterior from me, took away her creamy cunnie and moved forward so as to clear the length of my rod. Fair dripping now from the love juices of two different cunts, my rod throbbed with eagerness to be at the next fair quim.
Kilja betook her captivating arse to me, while the other girls stared back over their shoulders, their freshly diddled cunnies aligned and waiting for another bout with my ready staff. Their sweet little butts were touching and a fair sight it was to admire. But I needed to pay attention to the attack of Kilja, that slim and pretty arsed girl who was enamored of the many ways of screwing. She slid her rear up to me and without much ado, grabbed lustily upon my prick and thrust it with vigor into her pulsing slit. She wanted a reaming now, and she got it with my full cooperation.
I hunched to her, holding tightly to the willowy curvings of her almost childish rump, and feeding the hard roundness of my rod to her quim which accepted it with the clinging eagerness of a buttered holster. I banged my pistol deep into her, and she shook all over, bumping back against my balls in a reflex of bliss. Again and again I jammed it to her, into her cunnie, and somehow lost count in my excitement. I was not, I will admit, concentrating my mind upon the Indian fashion of screwing, whereupon he who is screwing thinks upon other things, so as to prolong his own firing and increase the number of broadsides fired by his partner. I had my fevered attention directly upon the graceful arse I was grasping.
But Kilja hurled herself forward, most rudely jerking my tool from within its slickened case. She stationed herself directly beside the other girls, her rounded buttock snuggling next to Whaja's rump, which in turn cuddled to that of the girlish Soinah. Three pulsing quims, three sweet arses, all pointed toward me. But the Queen shouted: "Net!" and hurled her own glorious butt at my prick.
Four of them, then; I was to diddle four women with but my single rod. I did not then know that the Queen's desire this night was for a game, a wager, and the prize was to be paid that female which made me to ejaculate within her quim, and the Empress herself had joined with much exultation into the fray. She was net, or number four. This made her somewhat of a favorite in the wagering, since the other three girls, each of them limited to five strokes apiece, had stirred my prick to some considerable stimulation, and now the Queen assisted me to insert my rod into her quim. She quivered and shook; she waggled her dear tail so as to help the great head of my aroused prick to enter between the tight and grasping lips of her cunnie so hot. It went into her, into that palpitating royal hole so cunningly constructed to accept the prick of a man.
If ever a woman was purposefully built for fucking, it is the Queen of Korea. If ever a woman spent day and night and all her waking hours thinking of being screwed, it is the Empress of the Hermit Kingdom. The high priestess of screwing, I think I have earlier called her, and that she most certainly is. Since my first weeks in this savage country, I have learned that this beautiful lady, this marvelously shaped and lovely woman has been screwed by at least one hundred men, and that does not take into account the repeated fuckings of her favorites.
I have learned that she was but eleven years old when first she was raped by her lecherous father, and that she, in turn, did forcibly screw three of her barely older brothers into a state of sexual weakness from which they have never recovered. Born to the prick, was Min Bi, but I shall go into that detailed story later, or rather, I shall allow you to hear the telling of the Queen's tale from her own red lips.
Now I must return to my narrative of the wager between four women, to find which could make me come into their own quim, to discover which should be the screwer to extract my spurting load and hold it within her hard-working sheath. They were to cry out when they thought to feel the first hurled droplet of semen, then snatch away their arse so that the other competitors might look and see if in truth I was firing. Only then would I be allowed to return my sputtering prick to the hole and flood it with the leavings of my explosion. For which I thanked the maker of the rules; it is no great joy to barely reach the threshold of bliss and be forcibly removed to shower the floor with semen, rather than to pour it into the clinging receptacle so obviously designed to contain it.
The Empress was fair, I will give her credit for that, even though she had placed herself in the fourth position; she took only the agreed upon five strokings of my rod, then pulled it out of her and went on hands and knees to stop in the line. But the strokes she gave were fantastic, pulling so hard upon my staff that I was hard put to hold off a moment longer.
Back came Soinah, my former virgin, to cram her tight and oily cunt violently upon me. She rotated her arse and clenched her quim as if she would draw my load by brute strength, and strong indeed were the young muscles of her but recently initiated quim. But I held my mind away with an effort, for I had determined that I should not be a fool. The Empress ruled here, and should not be disappointed should one of the other girls receive my load. Nay, she might even be angered, although she seemed to play the game with laughing enjoyment, and the Empress should not be angered; there is too much power within her hands. So I concentrated not upon how much pleasure I could give and how much thusly receive, but instead upon the green hills of home. I bethought me of the schoolmaster, of my desk, of the blackboard and the school bell, of anything to take my mind from the jiggling of the bony ass wrapped around my tool.
By a struggle, I held to my strained imagery, to the memory of the bony face and pursed lips of the schoolmaster, that mean old bastard. And so the five required strokes were made into Soinah, and my packing was yet held within the swollen bag between my legs.
Came satiny Whaja then, pushing her tail to me, slipping my rod into her bubbly sheath and working with a rare determination to extract my semen. One push and another, with her dainty buttocks thumping into my belly as she tried with might and main to make me bang off into her. I remembered the long cane the bastardly old schoolmaster kept behind his scarred desk, and how hard his long, skinny arm could wield that instrument of terror. And darling Whaja failed to gain success with her allotted five strokings.
Kilja's turn, and the dexterous Kilja is a caution to withstand. She has taught her cunnie how to contract and expand, having well trained the muscles within her womb to clamp and caress the prick of the man who is screwing her at the time. She can hold very tightly to the staff and so vibrate her quim as to make the meaty length shake also. I did not hold to her waving rump, but stared instead at the ceiling and recalled how brutally the schoolmaster thumped me with his switching cane, belaboring me across the arse and back and shoulders until I fell panting away from the lass of such tender years whom I was diddling in the school basement. He could have at least allowed me to finish my gooders, the old rakehell.
Concentrating as hard as I was, forcing myself to feel again the jealous fury of the malevolent school master, I yet began to know the creeping ecstasy inside my thighs, the mellow warmth that was rising to encompass my balls, and was even now lifting to encircle the hilt of my engine. Think, I told myself, think of the old bastard who so wanted to screw the girl you diddled, that he beat you and reported you to constable and parents alike. Mayhap the old dog has diddled the lass by now, having had much time to work upon her since I have been sent to sea.
Ah, thought I, and ah again, for Kilja had slowly, tantalizingly withdrawn her educated quim from around my suffering prick. I felt the sap rising, felt it threatening to break past the gates of my prick head, and with desperation, I held it in. Min Bi appeared to come too slowly to me, although in fact she was rapidly scuttling backwards like some pale and golden crab. No fool, she, she could see by the redness of my face and the glowing purple of my rod that I was balanced precariously upon the edge of explosion. So she hurried to catch me ere the moment was past.
Her rump came to me, and I used my own hand to guide home the aching head of my staff, placing it fair into the center of her pulsing slit, and ramming manfully to force the entire length inside those delicate lips. It entered her, sliding into the greased ways, easing up into the vase of her womb, and wondrous did the feeling grow then. The Queen shook it and rolled it, and the heat grew within her caressing pussy until I feared it would bum off my rod to the hilt. But not so; a stroke and one more; the third pushing and the fourth, and I feared again that somehow the Indian fashion had too long delayed my coming. Then the last shove, and the pleasing crack of her buttocks settled against my sac; the tiny cup of her distended womb pulled lingeringly upon the head of my throbbing rod, and I fair exploded my withheld load into the darling, into the creamy, the gratifying quim of the Empress of all Korea, and a tremendous load it was.
CHAPTER NINE
The study of the Korean language continued to take much of my time and a considerable part of my effort, for a struggle it was to memorize the various verb stems and politeness levels. There is no profanity as we know it in the language; the manner in which they curse seems more than passing strange to us. To wit, the very worst thing a man can be called is "he who begs and eats." This, to men of civilized nations, makes no sense at all.
But neither does the fact that one may insult another by use of the improper form of politeness level, using a lower level-usually that reserved for children, foreigners and beggars-than that to which the other's station in life entitles him. Words themselves change in such usage, there being one word for "eat" if you are being very polite, and another for "eat" if you are being familiar or giving an order. Is it any wonder that I have studied so hard over the months I have been captive here? For the custom held, that when I failed to respond properly to questions from the teacher, I was immediately and vigorously caned by my tormentors, the pair of brutish soldiers who stood always just behind me. I will admit that in their painful fashion, they were most helpful in advancing my knowledge.
Still, had I not been naturally adept in committing to memory, and had the ear (and the tongue) for languages, I should still have fallen by the wayside and failed to progress beyond the simple one or two word dialogues of the backward child. This, in turn, would have thrown me to the many palace jackals who began in time to bay for my hide. Jealousy is rampant in any country under the sun, and no less so in Korea, although I would think the many intrigues already part of the life of the court, had much to do with the fearful hate in which I was held by some of the Queen's former and now rejected favorites.
But linguist or no, my continued good health and happiness depended most upon my physical and sexual strength, upon my ability to make love and to so pleasure the Queen and her handmaidens. To this end, I must ever strive to be most satisfying.
After the night of my first ammah, that most gratifying and most relaxing massage that so often leads to other types of fondling, I was allowed to fall asleep on my pallet placed out upon the porch overlooking the gardens courtyard. My bed was shared that night by the captivating Kilja, but I did not diddle her; I merely slept with her slim, warm body tucked into mine, our heads together upon the pillow filled with dry rice and shaped into a long roll. The porch is so placed as to catch the wind off the river, a cup that pulls in breezes which started far out to sea and wandered up the turgid Han river to bring faintly salted coolness to the palace. It helps also, this wind, to hold off the insects and bring the odors of the garden blossoms into the bedroom of the Queen.
I make mention here that the Queen never sleeps alone. She takes a girl to bed with her each night when the orgy of screwing is past and done until the morrow. Sometimes she has these girls mouth her, and at times she does the mouthing, or the finger diddling, as the whim of the night may be. But often, she merely holds the girls and goes off to sleep, more secure because she has someone to cling to, and in actual fact, more safe from the assassin's knife. Another girl sleeps across her doorway, and yet one more beds with me on the porch, thus effectively blocking another entry. At least, one of us would give an alarm, were an assassin to attempt entry.
Of course there are guards without her doorway, and two sets at each end of the long corridor beyond; guards in pairs patrol the garden below, and stand watch upon the walls all about. But the Queen fears that guards may be bought, and that her danger lies from within the castle, not without. She is right in her assumption, of that I am certain, for even though I am foreign and but improperly schooled in inflections of the language, I am able to sense the cross tides of discontent here, and to catch an envious glance from courtiers that includes the Empress in its sullen hatred.
I fear for my own safety then, for should it pass that the Queen is overthrown, I would be forced to flee for my life, racing against bowmen and soldiers mounted ahorseback. I should most likely have to take to the sea, but it is a mortal long way to other land, and I have little doubt that I would perish in the unfriendly waves, but better that than to give myself up to the fiendish tortures that can be most gleefully used by the heathen Oriental. So dear reader, you who have discovered and so peruse this manuscript, I beg of you to hurry, to send a warship to demand my return, since I am, after all, a seaman bound to the Navy of the United States of America, and as such, am most certainly entitled to its protection.
I do not mean to digress so much from the main course of my narrative, yet in the fact of things, this is, after all, a plea for succor. I write the tale of being a castaway so as to force belief upon the reader, so the reader may not think this some childish joke.
I write also, I must confess, so that I retain some familiarity with my own sweet language, and to in some small manner, assuage my loneliness as the only civilized man in this land of cunning savages. So forgive me, dear reader, if at times I do so cry out like a small boy in terror of shadows of the night. I am no boy, but a man full grown, and the terrors which beset me are most real and most threatening. Therefore, I may be allowed some modicum of fear.
But enough of such mournful words. I am in truth most fortunate, for I could have easily been a corpse at the falling of the fortress, and easily killed by the primitive soldiers who found me wounded;
I could have fallen into the hands of one of the warrior chieftains here, instead of the Queen's, and so my doom would have long ago been sealed most painfully. So I must bow to my luck and try to make it hold for the future.
I woke to the brightness and breeziness of a new day. I kissed the beauteous Kilja awake, and she immediately took to fondling my staff, her slant eyes still partially masked by sleep, but her delightfully trained body already knowing its desires.
I pulled away from her with some regret, for there is no better way to start the day than by a rousing screwing.
But I brushed aside her loving hands, and lifted myself from the pallet warmed through the night by her silken flesh. Going to piddle in the pyawn-so, that comfort stall placed handy at the far end of the porch and down a short stairway, I returned to put on my running cloth, a kind of loin cloth that enwrapped my prick and testes. I then, while Kilja sat up and rubbed her sloe eyes, went down the other stairwell and out into the garden to begin my daily exercises. I ran with a will, striving for longer strides and more speed, working to expand my lungs so they would hold more wind, as a billowed sail does, and therefore pushes the ship along faster. Around and around the courtyard I raced, circling the reflection pond, leaping over stone benches, darting aside from flowering shrubs.
From the walls, guards watched their daily amusement, snickering and pointing at me as I ran. Those at the gates showed their yellowed teeth at me and made rude motions with their pikes, and I knew they would like naught better than to stick me with those weapons. But so long as I am under the protection of the Empress, none would dare harm me. Her fury unleashed would be terrible to see, and her vengeance would be swift.
Having felt I ran long enough, I fell to lifting and lowering the heavy boulders, working up by stages to the largest one, and the soldiers stopped smirking as I muscled it over my head. I boxed the air and sat upon the ground to bend my body back and forth at the middle. Sweating profusely, loosened and stimulated, with the blood fair racing through my body, I felt healthy and ready to face another day. I did not shirk my exercises, taking them through to their completion before going back to the porch for my wash and breakfasting.
My great wooden tub was waiting, as were the pitchers and earthen pots of rinse water. Shucking my loin cloth and noting the whiteness it shaded, I saw that my skin was baked by the sun to a deep gold, nearer to a bronze, I should say, far darker and yet different than the Koreans. I climbed into the tub and the girls came to scrub me, the cleansing done to the accompaniment of many giggles and some sly nipping of my rump. Soinah and Kilja and Whaja-how those maidens did enjoy their work, and how they industriously washed my sac and limp staff; how they most carefully laved the crack of my buttocks and paid most studious attention to the cleaning of my lower groin. I refused to let them make me erect so early in the day, and determined to conserve my strength, I pushed them aside and asked for the rinse water. They poured the chilled water splashing over my naked body, making me gasp for breath and thus eliciting more laughter.
The Empress was absent from her bedroom, having gone to some early meeting with the Emperor. She had already breakfasted and had her bath, and left us with no word for the day, no idea as to what her plans were. We would not bestir ourselves without her command, and I could not. I was a prisoner to this room and porch, and to the courtyard garden below. I dared not leave this sanctuary, lest some ignorant soldier attack me merely because I am different shaped and different colored, and so to be feared.
I ate hugely, devouring eggs and meat, rice and pickled kimchi, melons and fruits of several kinds, then drinking a big bowl of spiced rice water, follow mg that by a bowl of soju. Let the day bring what it would, thought I, and I should be ready to face it.
The Queen returned, smiling and dressed in sparkling white robes, her shining hair bound in a bun with a jade pin thrust through it. Her lips were freshly red, and her sloe eyes danced in glee. "An outing," she said in Korean, and was surprised when I answered "very good," in the same language. She came laughing to me and reached up to hold my face between her scented palms. Standing tiptoe, she held up her mouth to be kissed, then whirled away to set the girls into a flurry of preparations for the day's outing. I caught words concerning the forest and a stream, and a carrying of sedan chairs; soldiers and food and wine. I understood then that it was to be a picnic, even such as those we journeyed upon in my own country, and I was joyed to be getting out of the prison of my palace confinement, where I might see some of the countryside.
When we moved outside, the girls burdened with baskets of food and gourds of wine, we went through the palace walls to the outer grounds, and there made up a procession. Curious crowds gathered to watch us depart, amid such ringing of brass gongs and the blowing of long trumpets. Soldiers on horseback went before to clear the way, and followed us at the rear. Footmen and bowmen and those carrying pikes marched beside the sedan chair where rode the Queen and one girl, the young Soinah. It was borne by four muscled and sweating servants, and followed by a cart where rode Kilja, Whaja and the two fan boys, and this was pulled by a small horse. I had no horse, no chair and no cart, so I was forced to jog along beside the chair of the Queen as it swayed through the streets of her capital city.
There was much exclaiming from the people in the streets, and much pointing of fingers at this tawny giant who loped beside their Queen's chair. It being hot weather, the curtains of the chair were not drawn, and the Queen looked out upon her subjects, and upon me. Soinah smiled often at me, but the Empress Min had on her public face, lovely but cold and haughty.
We proceeded for the better part of near three hours, the chair carriers being changed off. I did not falter, for I had trained long and diligently, and so ran easily while the Korean servants grunted and panted under the weight of the litter and its two fair occupants. We passed from the city into the hills, the guardsmen on horseback ranging ahead and around us like hunting hounds. The sward was green and the hills pleasant; there were trees and strange flowers, and birds singing. We came at last to a vale of great beauty, wherein ran a clear, cold brook, and there we stopped. I confess to panting some, but my lungs were strong, and I enjoyed the sullen looks I received from chair bearers and soldiers alike, as they envied me my strength and agility.
Upon orders from the Empress, the guards were sent away to take positions atop the surrounding hills, ringing us in with protection, yet leaving us in privacy, the four women, the two fan boys and myself.
We dined and drank, and sported ourselves in the icy stream whose waters came down from the tall mountains and had been formed by melting snows and underground springs. We stripped naked and threw the chilly water upon each other, and the two small fan boys joined with us, their round bare arses gleaming in the sun and water droplets, their little pizzles coming erect from time to time as they stole covert glances at the playing women, at the lovely quims and polished buttocks exposed to their stares. I wondered why the Empress had brought them with us, and I was soon to find out.
Min Bi drank wine more than was her usual won't, spilling the rich grape wines down over her chin and staining the cleft between her upright titties. She laughed loudly and long, and gave some evidence of becoming drunken. Amorously, she began to dance, twisting and turning her beautiful body with such lascivious invitation that I felt my prick growing. I saw her lovely arse point to me, then her belly with the faint downing of pubic hair between her thighs; I saw her nipples rise and stiffen in her self-induced fervor, and she stood with her legs spread wide, her arms held out, and hunched her beauteous quim at me in a beckoning that I could not longer deny.
Going to her, I betook her into my arms and pressed my erect and distended staff hard against her satiny belly. In truth, she is so small and my staff so long, that the glowing head of it was just below the satin mounds of her breasts. The Queen shoved against it, putting her dainty hands around back of me to grasp me by each buttock and so give herself a better leverage and more pressure against my throbbing organ.
I kissed her, forcing open her delicious mouth and forcing my big tongue far inside her lips to dally with her own playful tongue. She gasped and ground her belly against my thing, pulling me hard to her all the while by the grip she had upon the muscled cheeks of my arse. The Queen was ready to be screwed, thought I, and lifting her in my arms, began to carry her toward her folded coverlets placed upon the sward.
But when I lowered her upon her shapely back, she rolled over and spread herself upon hands and knees, in the same fashion I had last diddled her, there in her palace bedroom. I thought then that she had come upon one position more favored to her than the others, and kneeling behind her, did prepare to insert the head of my aching rod into her sweetly palpitating quim. I was much surprised when she reached back between her rounded ivory thighs to grasp my rod with her fingers and guide it to the entrance of her bung, saying breathlessly as she did so: "Yogi, yogi"-meaning here, here, and leaving me no doubt that she wanted screwing in her tiny bung. I was nonplussed, knowing full well that the task would be well nigh impossible, if the bungs of these lovely girls compared in size to their educated quims. But then I bethought myself that such need not be the case, of necessity; since the quims were of such small size, and so in most cases different from the quims of civilized women at home, might not then there be a difference in the bungs, also?
I planted the head of my rod against the tight little circle so adoringly presented for my entrance by the Queen spreading her bony cheeks with both hands and arching her entire arse up at me. I felt the fire of her and saw the sweetly bedewed lips of her lovable quim, and I pushed gently against the portals of her bung, so as not to tear it wide. She rotated her elegant arse for me, and shoved back upon the willing head of my prick as it sought to enter that back gate. And indeed, the luscious bung opened itself a tiny bit, so that the first half of the head pushed inside. The Queen pushed harder, shoving back and attempting to force the rest of it into her bunghole. She winced in pain as I responded, gripping her cheeks and ramming to squeeze the rest of the head inside her hot body, at least. But it was not to be; the bung of the Empress of Korea was too small, far too tiny for the intrusion of my mighty engine, though I fain would have the bliss of bunging her. With a sigh of dismay, she at last moved from the head of my monster tool, kneeling upright to quaff more wine ere she gave her orders.
The other girls came to gently position me upon my back, and to spread my legs wide. They kissed me and fondled my tool in turn, while the Queen gave commands to one fan boy, and he hied swiftly to her, playing with his small pizzle to bring it to whatever hardness it could reach. This boy had not a hair upon his body, other than that upon his head; he was very young and somewhat chubby, and his clean skin shone with fragrant oils. His small pizzle was no more than three inches long, and his little sac was of the size to contain a pair of marbles, no more. But his Queen had commanded, and Kilja left me to oil the lad's pizzle and set him upon his knees between my legs, yet back far enough so that the Empress could lower herself upon us both. I saw then what she had in mind.
The boy held to his penis as she set herself upon it, and with the generous oiling it had received, his little rod had little trouble sliding into the Queen's bung, his rod being also very narrow. But she liked it, and sitting upon his knees, swung her arse to and fro to get the true feel of the pizzle inside her rump. The lad's hands came up to cling to her titties, and so hold himself from being tipped over upon his back.
It was my turn. Sliding down sommat, I used my own hand to aim the frothy head of my prick into the lips of the Queen's cunnie, she having to lift herself a bit so that it was fair seated into the entrance hole. Then she slid herself down, greasing the length of my cock with the wondrous softness of her inner quim and the marvelously slippery love juices gathered therein. My balls came into contact with the boy's sac as the Queen's cunt came down to the hilt of my staff, and I puzzled as to how I should accomplish this screwing, being in a somewhat awkward position. If I pulled back, my rod could very well slip back out of that clinging quim, and if the Queen bounced too high, the same unfortunate happenstance could occur. But she solved the problem for us, the lad and me, by doing the screwing herself. She slid back and forth upon both our pricks with such gentleness, with such loving care and lightly applied pressure that she enjoyed to the fullest both the small rod in her bung and the big rod in her quim.
Jiggling ever so slightly, grinding with delicate movement upon our pricks, she suddenly drew forth from the lad his gooders. He gasped with delight and fired his little pistol into the tight and squirming passage of her exquisite bung, and I was jealous of him. Being so young, his pizzle did not go limp, and the Queen worked more upon it, as the lad's thin semen slicked the passage more. Nothing loath to continue bunging his lovely queen, he hunched and shoved mightily, and with each jerky movement, his little tight sac and sometimes the haft of his stiff little rod caressed mine. It was a feeling of different sensations, and I silently thanked the Queen for having thought of the idea, as I lay squirming upon my back and she stroked her controlled and appetizing cunnie over the hardness of my prick. I delighted in her every quiver, in every miniscule twitching of her silken sheath, in the proddings as the big head of my prick touched the far back of her shallow and grasping womb, and I delighted also in the touches of the lad's rod and sac as he diligently diddled her behind.
The Queen drew up short and her eyes flew wide. The boy gave another hunch and crammed his few inches into her bung as I felt her legs stiffen out and the contraction upon my rod that told me she was getting her full gooders. She released more juices upon me, so that they dewed the thick nesting of my pubic hair, and I responded to her jerkings and twistings by lunging once, very powerfully, up into the recesses of her soft quim. I exploded my cannon there firing, the liquid shot into her vitals with a force that well nigh lifted her from her crouching position over me. The lad felt the great palpitation of my balls against his own, and cried out as he loosed his second little broadside into the hot tubing of the Queen's rear.
"Jo-tah! Jo-tah!" cried the handmaidens, clapping their hands in admiration and coming over to help lift the all but fainting Queen from off our two pizzles, and I thought Jo-tah indeed, for good it had been, and more than that. The boy saw me eyeing his little wet tool and looked away in embarrassment, so I took his small hand and placed it upon my own damp rod. I began to have plans about that lad.
CHAPTER TEN
The air was warm, but not exceeding hot, and a light breeze hung about the little grove wherein we sported. There were flowers there, but I know not much about flowers, so I cannot name their kinds. The grass was brightly green and a bird sang betimes in the trees, while the cold brook bumped downhill over smooth stones. It was a good place to be, during the summertime, and I could easily see why the Empress Min had so chosen this vale to be one of her favorite spots.
I lay resting upon my back, with my head in Whaja's naked lap, and I looked over toward a hilltop, where stood guards with lances. Others would be all about our vale of love and sport, ringing off this particular bit of the world from intrusion by anyone else. Of course, they also kept me inside the circle of weapons and solidarity but this fact I thought little about, at that moment. As time goes on its slow way here, I more and more often think about freedom, and about the escape I must somehow engineer.
But then I was most content to lie with my head pillowed upon the thighs of a beauteous woman, from whence position I could stare up at the lusciously rounded globes and browned nipples of her titties. Indeed, had my tongue been a bit longer, I might have reached up and tasted them. Whaja fed me sweetmeats, and nibbles of ripened melon, popping the bites into my mouth with her fingers, but when I wished another drink of wine or brandy or soju, I had to lift my head for it, to sip the cool liquids from a brass bowl which had dragons and tigers engraved upon its sides. It was not a bad life, for one who was a prisoner.
Kilja had bathed and perfumed her mistress, the Queen, and Soinah had, with blushes, seen to the boy who had so recently buggered Min Bi. He was still excited, and I bethought myself that he had no doubt been more trained to give pleasure than to receive any, and that probably bunging the lovely Queen had been his first experience, besides pulling his pizzle. A chubby boy, that one, rounded and polished-like, with much practice in bringing forth the most delightful jerkings and twitchings of ecstasy. There was very little he had to learn of the sexual arts.
In performance for others, that is; in his own screwing, he was but a tender beginner, as no doubt was his companion, the other fan boy who had been gorging himself upon the good rich foods. The other lad had also taken sommat much of the makoli wine, and was fair eager to dip his own tiny wick into any of the naked women lolling about upon the sward.
I was to discover some weeks later, when my understanding of the Korean language was greater, that these two boys were brothers less than a year apart in age, and that their names were Chobek and Sabek. Choked was the elder lad, and the one who had rutted so happily in the sweet bung of his Queen whilst I screwed her from the front in the accepted manner.
A splashing in the clear, icy waters of the brook had restored vigor to the Queen, and she also had imbibed wines, so now she was most ready to begin another adventure. She called to us all, and we went to her where she lay with her dark head pillowed upon Kilja's naked breasts. She was a picture to behold, our adorable Queen. With her hair the shade of midnight flowing under her like a scented pillow of many threads, she lay supine, with one polished knee drawn up, the golden marble of her skin most beautiful. I could see the rounded hillocks of her small but perfect breasts, with the nipples pointing upward; I could see the charming dimple of her navel and the peeping out of her excitingly shaped quim from between her handsomely modeled haunches. Her mouth was red with the stain the Korean women use, at least those of the inner circle of the court. Her teeth were white and even as she smiled up at us. All in all, or taken one feature at the time, the Empress Min of Korea was, and still is, a most entrancing picture of succulent beauty, like a feasting of love spread for the taking.
I could feed my eyes upon her for hours at a time, staring and adoring and worshipping her for all that she was, and all the things she could be, turned free to let her vivid imagination and her hotly pulsing flesh run riot. This queen among women had everything and could do everything she wished. The world should be happy she wished most to slake her desires of the body. If she had wanted for global power, she would be a terror.
And if she had been a jealous woman, as are most, she would have been a horror to love. But Min Bi reveled in seeing love, in having love, and in giving love. She enjoyed most being a part of a tapestry woven by most diligent, industrious and determined screwing, being happier when the diddling was well mixed and set to work by some new trick of her fervid and ever fertile imagination. The Queen was unparalleled at setting up situations for groups of diddlers, mixing them and matching them in peculiar batches. But it was a most thrilling and provoking climate to be in, and I have often bethought me that I should never have had the opportunity to so indulge my own tastes for the bizarre in sexual entertainment, had it not been for the happenstance of my being cast away on the shores of the Hermit Kingdom.
I might have gone the rest of my life being uninstructed in the truly finer arts of diddling, being uninformed of the sharp joys of the many combinations I was put into. For seldom does any man have the opportunity to so adventure among the quims and bungs, the mouths and staffs of so many beauteous and interesting people being so dedicated to the art of screwing. A man must needs be of tremendous wealth, and situate himself in a place where the populace, hearing of his peccadilloes, would not rise in the righteous fury of the stiff-necked churchmen and destroy him. So, dear reader, do not think that I am altogether ungrateful for the chance that took me ashore with the landing party that attacked the heathen fort here. But, even though my life has been somewhat concerned with, and dedicated to, screwing whenever I could, and whatever I could, I would fain do the choosing myself, and in the freedom of my body and mind.
The Queen smiled up at us, at the fan boys and Whaja and Soinah, and gave her directions. We prepared ourselves to perform as she wished us to do, and I must confess that the newest of her ideas had a singular appeal to me at that moment. Even though I could not hope to enter Chobek's small bung, because of the great size of my engine, I titillated myself with the idea of diddling him between his plump thighs, and perchance of introducing myself into his red and well trained lips.
But his younger brother was to have the first fling. The Queen said, "Sabek-to this woman here," and lifted herself from the thighs of the ever ready and always willing Kilja.
Proud that I had understood the entire short sentence in Korean, I stood back to watch as the lad was brought forward and given his orders. Of these rapid sentences, I understood but a word here and there, but I was fast learning that the trick to absorbing a foreign language is to listen to the sentence in total, not to puzzle over it word by word and thereby lose the gist. If one can concentrate upon hearing the whole, one may understand considerably more of the meaning, at least in the most general terms.
Sabek stood before his Queen with his tiny pizzle erect, his complete nudity not troubling him at all, his mind solely upon the act he was about to perform. His slant eyes were wide as he stared at the woman Kilja, that slim and desirable female with the roguish face and the carnal quim that could devour a man with the rippling of the muscles within its satin embrace. The lad was trembling, both from eagerness and from sommat of fear. I heard the Queen ask him something that included the phrase "first time," and the boy nodded shamed assent. This brought forth from all of us a round of laughter and a sharpening of the eagerness among us to see this initial performance of the boy virgin, and how it would affect him.
I glanced at Soinah, who herself had been with maidenhead only a few days ago, and who had so violently resisted the entrance of my manly rod into her untried quim. Soinah's eyes were ashine, and her hand slipped down to her quim, to rest there in light caress as she stared at the lad, and at the woman spreading herself upon her shapely back to receive the boy's first diddling, the virgin entrance of his tiny but rock hard pizzle.
Kilja squirmed upon the grass, her ivory and rose thighs opened and her knees uplifted, her buttocks moving back and forth in her hunger as the heat mounted within her eager and excited cunnie. The boy stared at that cunnie, at the lightly haired vee of it and its lifted shaping of the lips, the faintly red slit that awaited his youthful staff.
Min Bi snapped an order, and the lad went to his knees between the girl's thighs, not quite knowing how to go about it, but having seen it done before and willing to give it a try. Kilja reached up and pulled his face to her breasts, crushing his mouth down hard upon one of her nipples, so that he was perforce made to take it into his mouth. Once he did, he sucked upon it with great relish, and began to rotate his own rounded butt in an attempt to put the head of his little hard pizzle into the woman so anxious to take it into her overheated body.
Kilja gave the lad an assist, taking him by the staff and pointing it into its target, swinging her pelvis as she did so, in order to fix it more firmly into the lips of her cunnie. She gave a hunch then, and the boy pushed back in reflex, so that his small staff slipped into the trained pussy of the woman given orders to screw him, and to screw him well. Being that she was also Korean, and so possessed of a cunnie extremely shallow and tight, Kilja was able to gain her near equal share of enjoyment from the insertion of that tiny prick. She worked upon it, shifting her arse back and forth, her arms wrapped tightly about his naked back, and from whence we sat, all of us could watch the lad's shiny pizzle slip in and out, in and out, almost to the head, clear to the sac, as the talented Kilja fucked him with much effort and a will to bring both the lad and herself to a great ecstasy.
His sac drew up and his back heaved. He had already shot his load into the wiggling woman's body, but she did not ever slow up. Kilja continued to grind and to hunch, and I knew that the velvety inside of her glorious cunnie was suctioning and drawing upon his rod, that she was eating up his rod with the gulping action of her quim. Sabek did not falter; his little tool did not soften, and pulling his mouth away from her tit so that he could better draw air, he pumped himself into her in a new search for another spending. If spend he had, for the boy was but thirteen or fourteen years of age, and so hairless as to look younger. Although I had been getting my own gooders and bringing forth the spurting semen to show for it, I could not be certain that the Korean lads could do the same at near the same age, which was twelve for me. Still, I was to find this for myself, at some future orgy, whence I would learn other things also.
The lad was hunching away, and Kilja was winding up her arse and feeding him the bumpings of her quim, whilst all of us observing the event were becoming more and more bestirred by the sight as the screwing urge was rekindled in all. Whaja was shifting her tail from side to side; the girl Soinah was still caressing her cunnie; the Queen's eyes were shining with passion, and the other lad was fingering the stiff erectness of his own little pizzle, hoping that he also would be ordered to screw one of the Queen's handmaidens, or the Empress herself.
"Whaja," said the Queen, "and Soinah-make love to each other by using your hands."
I had understood all of that sentence, and watched as the two lovely girls turned to each other. I was happy to see that they had fully accepted the civilized custom of kissing, for they sat side by side and began to kiss each other upon the mouth, and when I looked closely, I could see them run their tongues between red lips. They caressed each other's titties, cuddling and petting them and thumbing the nipples that rose in eagerness and new invigoration. From there, their hands moved in unison to waists and hips, over the dainty mounds of bellies, and down to fondle the veeing of the quim. Positioning themselves with legs apart so we all might partake of a clear view, the girls then slipped fingers into each other's ready cunnie and started to stroke back and forth, their mouths still locked together and tonguing in obvious enjoyment.
Their butts wriggled in happiness, in sensuous grindings as each girl's fingers slipped in and out of the mound of Venus, stroking the joy buttons inside, smoothing and teasing and probing deeply into the hot, oily cunnies. It was a sight to see as they increased the tempo, and so near them, the lustrous flesh of Kilja hammered back and forth upon the young boy's tool as he manfully kept at his screwing.
"Lie back," the Queen said to me, and I did so, still with my eyes flicking back and forth between the finger-diddling girls and the boy being mightily screwed by Kilja. The Queen then pushed the boy Chobek down beside me, giving him commands in a swift rush of words I could not sort out. She came to kneel upon my other side, and to begin caressing me, running her long nailed fingers lightly over the hair of my belly, sliding her hot palms over my quivering flesh in voluptuous pettings that set my entire body to tingling, and of course my rod grew to its full and majestic size, its shining head faintly bedewed, its veins standing forth along the shaft, and the hairy sac from whence it rose so proudly was distended and filled.
The boy then began to kiss my legs, beginning far down along the shin, rising slowly with his mouth and teeth nibbling my flesh and hair, coming up over my knees and tenderly, tantalizingly over my thighs. I did not quite know how to react, whether to pull the Queen down upon my aching rod, or whether to give it instead to the searching of the lad's adoring mouth. So I waited for some sign from the Queen, some hinting of her whim. She continued to caress me, her fingers moving now from belly to balls, her small and delicate hand hefting my sac and squeezing it with gentle love. Her refined and tender fingers then slipped about the base of my rod and made sliding motions there. She looked down at me, and over at the girls diddling each other; she looked at the boy heartily pumping it to Kilja.
With a gasping cry, she snatched at the lad's hand, drew it across my legs and stuffed it without delay into her palpitating quim, taking all his fingers into herself and grinding down upon the hand. From where she sat, she could easily reach across and down, and so fasten her mouth upon the boy's rigid pizzle, and this she did immediately. She drew upon it as he massaged her inside the quim, and she moved her head back and forth so as to excite him fully into an ecstasy of sensual enjoyment.
Meanwhile, the boy stopped his kissing and with a cry not unlike that the Queen had made, fastened his mouth upon the head of my swollen rod. I caught him by the hair with one hand, for I had sommat like this in mind since I had first observed the lad working upon the shriveled pizzle of the court physician back at the palace at Seoul. His mouth was ravenous, be-like to eat me up; his teeth were small and gently sharp, and he used them with care, so that they tickled but did not pain. His tongue darted around and about, curling and withdrawing, and, in time, pushed in and out of the tiny slit it had discovered in the head of my staff.
So were we all busy diddling-the Queen was suctioning upon the boy Chobek's pizzle and being fingered by him in turn, whilst the lad was loving with his own mouth upon my ready staff; Kilja was delighting herself with the virgin pizzle of the boy Sabek, and betimes, Whaja and Soinah were finger screwing themselves and shaking like women caught up in a whirling wind such as those that rise at sea from time to time in the spring.
I fed the boy my thing, and he took as much of it into his cheeks as he could manage, pulling and tonguing upon it, bringing about a suction as he moved the head down into the back of his throat. I moved and wiggled, holding to his head lest he remove himself ere I was to get my gooders.
I hunched and lifted, and watched the lad do the same in the mouth of the Queen, and suddenly the feeling grew upon me, the thrill mounting inside my thighs and across my belly and into my swollen sac to race thundering up the haft of my engine and so explode out of the head.
The lad was forced to linger but a short while upon my tool, being forced by the flooding to lift away his face in order to be able to breathe. His own face twisted and paled, and he cried out as the Empress drew forth his seed. He clung to her quim as if for strength, and the Queen never ceased to rotate her pelvis upon his hand, seeming as if she might take into her flensing quim the length of his arm. I fell back sighing, as did the lad, and the Queen gasped twice, deep in her throat, then took herself off his little tool as she found her own gooders and rocked madly in their wake. Our combination was done for the moment as every one spent, as each of us reached that plane of bliss so sought by all screwers.
We lay supine, relaxing in the warmth of our love making. We all lay close together, bound so by the bonds of our loving and the chains of our magnificent screwing, willing prisoners to the warder of love. It had been a thing of many marvels, a scene of splendor and loveliness. I was somewhat saddened to see it cease, even for the moment, but there is a point beyond which diddling must stop awhile.
Whaja and the young Soinah lay curled together, their respective hands yet tucked into each other's quims, their supple and shiny bodies fitted so tightly and so entangled one with the other that an observer was hard put to find where one left off and the other began.
The young lad lay near fainting atop the yet quivering belly and betwixt the encompassing shapely legs of Kilja, the woman into whom he had just pumped his first and second loads of virgin sperm. And his brother panted for breath beside me, his little pizzle now drooping, with all its strength drawn out by the Queen's tender oral ministrations. I knew how drained he felt, as if his backbone had been melted and suctioned out, for the very same had happened to me, but a few days previous to this one.
As for me, the vague promptings of a shadowy fear began to nag at me once more, the thinking of the future when I should be unable to rise to the occasion as the Empress demanded. As of then, I was yet strong and eager, loving the people I diddled and being so loved in return. As of the moment, I was lithe and powerful, and a screwer of great success, and my rich feeding, and my vigorous exercises were much apt to keep me that way for some time to come, since I am still but reaching the peak of my manhood.
But in years, in even perhaps several months, the demands made upon me by the lascivious Queen, this beautiful woman who could never be sated by one prick or a dozen such, no matter the lengths and breadths, these lustful demands could wear me down to a point from whence I might never recover. Then I would be thrown upon the vengeance of those who hate me for being alien, and for being the bed favorite of their Queen.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
In many ways, the Koreans are no different from other peoples. They become jealous and spiteful; they are greedy and conniving; they steal and kill. But there are those among them who are gentle and steady, loving and forgiving, honest and charitable. This makes them much like the people of my own native land, of my native state of Massachusetts.
The difference being mostly in customs and habits, I think, and in the fact that being ruled by a queen with the immediate power of life and death. For, despite her wallowings with us, and the time spent upon sexual diversions, the good and beautiful Min Bi does rule this land and all upon it. She makes the decisions dealing with such representatives as are allowed to set foot upon the Hermit Kingdom, those envoys from Nihon (bandy-legged little men possessed of buck teeth and a consuming arrogance) and from Chung-kuk (that vast and much unknown nation called China).
She has also had to deal with men from Russia, but so far has managed to keep all would-be 'brothers' of her land from moving into it by playing them one against the other-the Russians against the Chinese, and both against the bandy-legged Japanese who call themselves Nikons. She has, upon occasion, used the heated flesh of her lovely body to bribe envoys from all these nations that would encroach upon her domain by force.
An intelligent woman, the Empress, and one who realized-despite the war-like posings and strutting of her generals-that her nation is but poorly armed and ill equipped to fend off invaders should strong armies decide to pillage her land. She does not forget the short and easy rout of her forces at the fortress at Yongdong-po, by my mates of the USS warship Arabella. She has often questioned me about the navy of my own country, and has asked penetrating queries concerning the strength, numbers and armament of our army. To these questions I have replied with truths as far as I know, and the Queen has then been thoughtful for extended periods of time. I think she well knows that such a navy as that of the United States could bombard her principle cities until nothing but ashes would be left. She did not wish conflict with my nation, but neither did she wish to invite another much stronger power into her land. She had enough to do, holding off her neighbors.
We returned from the vale of loving outside the city, with me trotting beside the Queen's sedan chair, while the girls and boys rode in carts. I did not mind the exercise, but welcomed it. I had eaten and wined too well, and much for my energy had been drained by the loving I had partaken of, so I must needs bring myself back to snuff. I knew not what demands were to be made upon me soon, even that very evening of our return. But I need not have worried myself; beyond bathing and dining once more, we were all allowed to sleep as we wished, once safely back into the Queen's roomy apartments. The fan boys were sent back to their master, the King, and only the handmaidens were left with me.
The Queen also betook herself off to her husband for the night, an event passing strange, for she did not do this often. I was to learn sometime later that she did it most times when she wanted him to do something for her, to make some public statement or sign some edict. For the ministers and court pretended that the King actually ruled, and that Min Bi was his parrot, while in truth, it was the other way around. But the Koreans are a people of great and enduring stubbornness, and will not yet admit to being commanded by a mere female, the woman in this land being of no real consequence and often sold or traded off like cattle.
I do not mean to decry this practice, for it is far more sensible to my way of thinking to purchase as many women as a man can feed, than to al ways be troubled by a lack of quim, or forced to slink about the wives and daughters of other men. That fashion, when a man tires of any woman, he may trade her for another that has caught his fancy. But as the Koreans act in this matter, the women are but lower animals and not truly human, and with this outlook, I do most heartily disagree.
So you can see what a difficult balance the Queen of Korea must keep, in order to hold her country together and ward off the ambitious.
There were diplomatic stirrings a foot when we returned from the picnic in the beautiful dell, and the Queen dedicated herself to the complicated plots of them, leaving me to my own devices for awhile. That first evening, I ate lustily of freshly caught ocean fish, of rice with a dark and pungent sauce upon it, cabbage and baked com on the cob, a meat soup, a salad of bean sprouts, and another bowl of the ever-present kimchi, which I was beginning to greatly enjoy. Its hotness and bite adds flavor to the other dishes. We had fruits and melons, nuts and sweetbreads to follow, with a choice of rice whiskies and wines. Sommat tired from my exertions of the day, I prepared me to sleep long and deeply upon the smooth comfort of the chimtae, but alas, this was not yet to be.
The three girls came whispering and giggling to me as I lay upon my back, my bed as always upon the stone porch overlooking the courtyard garden below. I attempted to chase them away, but with quick little pinchings and swift little pattings of their deft and knowing hands, they surrounded me and were soon to work their devious wills upon me, for my rod betrayed me by rising stiffly to attention under their caresses and standing ready for action once more. The Queen was absent, and the girls knew full well she would not return that night, so they intended to have me as their own personal plaything, to choose their own positions and methods, rather than be bound by the changing whims of the Empress.
I gave up to the lovely creatures so importuning me to diddle them, gave myself up to the ticklings and caresses of their soft hands and the kisses of their mouths, to the perfumed tents their long and flowing hair made across my naked body. They were adorable; they were trim and warm and laughing with pleasure, laughing in anticipation of being diddled by me. A man so blessed by beauty should not hold himself back, but with the three of them so anxious to be well screwed, I bethought myself to conserve my strength, were it possible, by firing only one load myself, yet making the three girls happy by making them fire a time or two apiece.
To do this, then, I would once more give a try to the practice told to me by the evil visaged Indian seaman once met in a drunken port city across the world. This time, thought I, the system ought to be made to work, if I could but hold my mind away from the lovely quims and smoothly attractive skins presented to me. I was fain to try, for such a method could very well be the saving of me, by conserving my sexual strength.
Very well, then, said I, and lay back to allow the girls to do as they wished. Kilja, the slim and avid Kilja, was first to fuck that night, and she climbed across me while the other girls stroked and petted us both by running their soft hands over our bodies and by kissing our flesh, by licking their hot and damp tongues into our most tender and ticklish spots.
Kilja presented her back to me, and my hands went up to grasp her hips from the rear. Beauteous hips they were, shaped just so, and tingling to the touch. She postured herself upon her knees, with her rump lifted up at me, then slid gently down to fit the grasping and warm lips of her thirsty quim to the willing head of my swollen staff. She wriggled there for a long second or two, adjusting her cunnie to take the great width and extreme length of my rod. But she was eager to feel it within her once more, so she pushed hard upon it, and the lips of her pussy opened to receive it. Inch by inch, it slid into her as she lowered more and more weight upon my tool, and I felt the satin heat of her insides, the slicky warmth of her womb. She then lowered all the way, and my big prick packed itself tightly within her, reaching up to ram against that little cup at the far end of her womb, that titillating, quivering ring of muscles that could so massage the end of a man's probing penis as to make him jerk with blissful joy.
Her buttocks came down to fit against my belly, since she was sitting upon my rod in the reversed position, with her thighs spread wide and one smooth knee on each side of supine body. I held lightly to her rump as she maneuvered her quim around, as she set those trained muscles to moving so sensuously within the oily silken gripping of her educated sheath.
By lifting herself, Kilja could slide upward along my prick until the vibrant ridge that surrounded its purple head was near exposed to the air; then she would lower herself again, sliding down, down, upon my throbbing cock until her quim was placed tightly and creamily against the hairy nest that held my trembling balls. Up and down she went, every other stroke turned into a wiggling motion, a grinding movement that rocked my rod from side to side inside her slippery sheath. Disporting herself while the other girls fondled her titties and kissed her upon the mouth with much gasped probings of their darting tongues, Kilja moved faster and faster, reaching in hurrying spasms for her gooders, whilst I but lay back and allowed her to hammer her tail up and down upon the lower part of my belly.
I thought of many things, of sealing wax and sailing ships and kings. I thought of school masters and mathematical problems chalked upon a squeaking blackboard; I thought of canings and the chill of discovery as I was caught diddling a red-haired lass of very tender years in the school basement. I betook my mind from that scene, since it involved the most delightful and tantalizing little quim it has ever been my fortune to know. I thought instead of other climes, of ports where the USS Arabella had touched in her journeying about the seven seas, of ports that smelled of spiced wines and garlics, of hemp and flowers, of fish and old oils.
Kilja jerked suddenly, and her trained quim clamped most grievously upon my prick as she released a flooding of near to boiling juices, so copious as to spread down out of her palpitating cunnie and to soak the thick curlings of the pubic hair around my sac and betwixt my legs. The darling Kilja had gotten her gooders, reaching her orgasm in an ecstasy of shudders, of heavings of her rounded haunches and twitchings deep within her utterly gladsome quim. Kilja had fired her load, and I had withheld mine own. So far, at least, the Indian system was holding true. I would have to force it to work yet twice more, if not a higher number, until the other two girls had cavorted upon the rock-hard and thrusting length of my great prick.
The smiling and satisfied Kilja gave way to Whaja, shorter and plumper, removing her lovely tail and her beautiful quim so that Whaja might position herself in the same manner, rump-to, for the screwing. Giggling, Whaja got one leg over my body and began to tickle my sac, to stroke her soft, warm hand up and down my staff, lightly thumbing its frothed head. I could not allow this caressing to continue for very long, and yet hold myself in reserve, so I caught her rounded, supple hips in both hands and brought her down to impale her upon my upright rod.
Whaja gave a cry of delight as my large staff entered her, as it was forced past the sweet barrier of the lips of her bedewed cunnie and forced deeply into the hot and clinging sheath that gave glad stroking to the meaty length of my prick. Rocking back and forth with joyous abandon, the girl set the entire length of it into herself, so that the lips of her quim gave happy and damp caresses to my testes below. I did not hunch, did not lift into her, but simply lay back and let her make the movements that best suited her. Whaja was deft and practiced, and played most interestingly with my sac whilst she vibrated and writhed upon my tool. Her beauteous buttocks twitched and her shallow, tight cunnie squirmed in ecstasy as she fed my cock back and forth into herself, and reveled upon its up and down motions.
I took my mind quickly away, ere I become too intent upon her searing flesh and the slick velvet within. I frowned hard and thought upon my days before the mast, of the biting end of a tarred line flicked into my bare back, of weeviled biscuits and salt pork, of water turned green in oaken casks. But there were also the nights when mysterious fish moved through tropic waters and turned them lighted green and blue, and sunny days when the flying fish played leaping across the white capped waves and the salt wind made a man glad to be living, and glad to be sailing with a brisk wind.
Whaja knew naught of these things, and thought only of the bliss growing within the shivering walls of her tight little womb' She jerked upon my rod and shook her darling tail most lewdly, while her bonny tits did bounce like handsomely rounded melons.
She was getting her gooders, and showed it by every energetic hunch and jump of her hot and bubbly quim. She shook her splendid tail and caught my sac in both hands as she ground and rotated upon the round meat within her. She screamed something in a hoarse, strained voice, then gave a final, mighty and shuddering hunch, and reached her orgasm still moaning and melting within her clenching quim. She went limp, and would have fallen forward upon my knees, but for the intervention of the other girls, who caught her elbows and lifted her carefully, lovingly off my yet stiff, yet unfired cannon. There were two screwed, and yet another to go, and I had determined that this should be the last one, that in the sweetly adoring Soinah, I would loose my own long held load, did it drown her insides and flood out her tiny, yet exceedingly voluptuous cunnie.
She was yet bashful, the captivating Soinah, the schoolgirl I had introduced to the carnal delights of fuckery, the sweet lass whose youthful maidenhead I had taken but a few days before. She kneeled beside me like an as yet unscrewed virgin, obviously eager, but maidenly reluctant to take the strange thing into her pristine body, charmingly ill at ease, now that the supreme moment was so swiftly and undeniably near at hand. Soinah sat naked, with her sloe eyes cast down, and her long, flowing hair so drawn about her young body that she might almost have been fully clothed.
There was a pale blush upon her cheeks, and her red stained mouth did tremble its lower lip, while her breasts heaved in taut excitement. I could not let her remain so, more especially since my prick had been denied its release into the two so elegant cunts that had rioted upon its fleshy hardness. I must needs find surcease of mine own now, so I stroked back the flooding of black, bountiful hair and exposed Soinah's small but lovely breasts. Lifting then to my elbows, I put forward my face and kissed her dear boobies one by one, running my lips and my tongue over them each in turn, and fastening at last upon the near one, to curl my hot tongue about the rigid nipple and to such with intent fervor upon its savory tip.
Turning her slightly toward me, I continued to pull upon her tit with my mouth, nipping it slightly, teasingly, for a controlled bit of gentle pain is a most effective stimulant to a woman's body, and much of the time, just as rewarding to the ready flesh of a man. So long as it is not in any measure a true agony, then pain is very close to pleasure, or so I have found, in the course of my many diddlings, both in my own land, and in the orgies of this nation whereby I have indulged my every whim.
Soinah leaned closer, draping the top half of her tender body upon mine, and I used my hands to turn her, so that I might push the empurpled and shiny head of my staff into the folds of her perfumed hair, so that I might rub it tantalizingly between her lustrous breasts. Soinah flinched, but brought up her own hands to stroke my rod, to cuddle it in happiness with her fingers as it slid along her trembling flesh, along her satiny skin.
Her mouth began to trail along my chest, and as she kissed and licked gently, enticingly upward, she brought her body more and more over my own, lifting one golden and well shaped leg to place it across my belly. She did not want to sit upon my staff as the other girls had done, but rather desired to lie upon me, so better to hold me close and caress me with the entire sweet and throbbing length of her delightfully young body.
Her belly pressed mine; her dainty thighs opened, and I ran my hand down across her bonny rump to slide my fingers to her quim from the rear. I caressed her there for awhile, as she began to squirm in a mounting joy, in a growing eagerness to get the thing she felt in her hand put inside her dampening quim. I stroked the lips of that adorable cunnie and inserted but a single finger into its tightly held warmth. She made small and very worshipful movements upon that finger, using her tiny cunt like a hot glove.
Gently, then, very easy and with love, I placed the aching head of my great prick against the lips of that adoring cunt. Tenderly, with slow care, I pushed it inside her, moving inch by sensuous inch, bit by pulsating bit, into the gripping of that delectable, buttery sheath so eager for the screw.
She took it all, took every ounce of that hard and palpitating meat into her fluttering womb, al though it was a strain to fit it there, a constant tightness to do battle with. Yet the lass loved it; yet she pivoted her small and polished arse to be certain that every inch was contained within her cunnie, and when she was thusly satisfied that was so, she began to work very lingeringly upon my rod. She moved with caution and extreme slowness, sliding forward a tiny bit, retreating two inches, hesitating, then moving once more to the fray with little, uncertain movements. She was all in all a gladsome package to screw, a merry arse to hold to, a tasteful cunnie to enjoy. I wiggled it a mite inside her, to make her gasp, and she then took her mouth to mine, as I had taught her, to run her sweetly hot tongue deep into my lips where it searched out mine own tongue for a mutual caressing.
I stroked it into her and she responded with small, silken wiggles, with little adjustments of her pretty pussy so that she might receive all the enjoyment that became possible to her. Soinah kissed me and sucked upon my tongue, as I sucked upon hers in turn, and she made her hunchings just a shade more fast, just a modicum more speedy in her flexings.
Meantime, the other two girls, the slim Kilja and the plumper Whaja, their handsome titties dangling, crouched beside us, one upon each flank, and ran their hands over her, over me. They started to kiss our bodies, Whaja sliding her hot mouth and knowing lips down the downy back of the girl, Kilja nipping and licking at my knee, my hip, my rib cage. Their fingertips were ever busy, always petting and cupping, so that the girl and myself should be brought to the most extreme heights of excitement. I must confess that they were succeeding in their ministrations, for I could no longer contain myself, no longer withhold the juices that were thundering within my hairy sac and tightening the insides of my thighs. And I felt Soinah being so stimulated, for her womb flexed and her darling arse shook. We were fast approaching that supreme moment, that second of ecstasy that is the most beautiful and gratifying bit of time in the lives of humans.
My gooders were coming fast apace, and so were those of the girl I was screwing with such restrained zest. So I put it to her with more will, with more strength, so that the spongy head of my iron hard tool did probe into the far end of her shallow cunnie, so that it slapped against her quivering womb tip and made her hunch her arse and twist her sweet legs. Her titties pushed flat against my hairy chest, their nipples crushed hard into their own luscious globes of scented richness. Her red and avid mouth raced over mine, her sharp teeth nipping, her tongue gone mad.
My prick rammed her with more force, with greater speed, and the adorable girl rammed back, striking her pelvis ringingly upon mine, not caring one whit whether my great and swollen rod impaled her clear into the shuddering reaches of her belly. She would be fucked hard and deeply, so she battled to take all of me into her oily, clenching sheath, to absorb my rod and my sac, and the leaping balls within. I hunched her, spreading her rounded ivory cheeks with both hands, and the long held back load spurted with geysering force into her frothing womb, turning it more slippery, making of her loving cunnie a filled receptacle for my burning semen. I sighed in blinded bliss, and Soinah gasped in utter joy, ere she collapsed in a melted faint upon my chest, no muscle of her body moving save the flicker of contraction deep within her heavily-screwed pussy.
The other girls laughed and clapped their hands together, then removed Soinah tenderly from me, drawing my rod from within her clinging cunnie with a soft and wet sound. They lay her gently down, and rubbed her temples, her wrists with rice whiskey, and when her dark eyelids fluttered, lifted her to have her sip gratefully at the strength of the fiery soju.
She lay there within the loving circle of their arms, these sisters in screwing who loved her as they loved me and the lusts of our common mistress, the Queen of Korea. She turned her dear, sweet face to mine, and her soft, kissed lips opened to sigh forth a sentence said in all kindness.
"Kamsa hamnida," she breathed, meaning thank you very much.
CHAPTER TWELVE
I could not know what the future would bring to me, in this strange and heathen land, but I had long past made up my mind that I would not accept execution or torture from any of the enemies of the Queen, should they somehow become my warders. Not accept, that is, in the sense that a sheep accepts the blow that turns him into mutton. I was determined to strike out in defense of myself, to in some kind wreak a vengeance upon any of those who would do me harm, and in doing so, in hurling myself raging upon the soldiers, thus force them to dispatch me with kind swiftness.
Also, I planned, should I get wind of such men coming to take me, I would then overpower my nearest guards, leap over the wall, and race down into the town. I hoped to startle the native so that none of them would at first think to try and halt me, and I hoped to reach the river that flows so sluggishly toward the open sea, to plunge into it and swim for the ocean. Once there, I did not know what might happen, only that I would prefer to die in clean salt water than in the dungeons of the palace, under the red hot pincers of the torturers.
Dear reader, as you may by now presume, I am in all truth a most desperate man who seeks most of all to escape this inhospitable land ere doom befall me. If you will post haste bring this piteous missive to the nearest naval base, or to such authorities as you may be able to reach, then I shall forever be your must grateful servant. And I shall also tender unto you the name and address of the winsome lass of such tender years, the young and bitingly hot cunnie I so dearly love. She will, I most honestly assure you, screw you with such a will and with such practiced fervor that you will also fall in love with her. No man can help himself in that, she being the most abandoned, most lewd, most provoking fuckeress ever met by any man.
But not yet, dear reader; not yet will I part with the knowledge that can make you the happiest man in all the world. For once armed with my name and the knowledge I give, you may hie with all speed to the adorable lass in order to have your rod greased by such an angel, and relegate me to my fate.
So I will now continue my chronicle, the sad tale of a seaman lost and forgotten on the hostile shores of a heathen kingdom, this savage Korea that is a dark tit on the underbelly of China.
I exercised in the morning, running longer and farther, in case I should need my lungs and my legs for escaping. I lifted the boulders and struck vicious blows at the air, wishing I might aim my brine-soaked fists at the grinning heads of the two soldiers who caned me every day in my language studies. Those bastards I would never forget, and would some fine day most enjoy teaching them a lesson in how to strike.
I sat upon the greensward, and pushed myself up by my hands, and did all manner of calisthenics to toughen my muscles and to keep me in fine fettle, so that I might eat heartily and retain my strength for screwing. And as I worked and sweated, to the merriment and jibes of my guards, I remembered that the Indian fashion of screwing, which I had practiced the night previous, had evidently worked to nigh perfection. I had gotten the gooders of both Kilja and Whaja, yet had held back my own until I had so decided to release my sperm into the lovely and bashful Soinah, the third girl to be diddled by me in swift succession. A fine accomplishment, I would say, a skirmish won against that battle of the far future (or so hoped I) when my pizzle would lie limply upon my belly, rather than rising gladly and stiffly to a vigorous attention when called upon to do so, by myself or the Empress. It was true that the method would take much practice to become proficient, but I bethought myself that practice was something I was most likely to get, and plenty of the same, until the Queen's desires and sexual attentions wandered elsewhere. I hoped strongly that this last would never happen, for if it did, I would become only a hated foreign prisoner, only a scorned long-nose, rather than the prime stud of the Queen's bedroom. And from that moment on, my life will be in danger of being shortened by a head. I have no wish to stare down from a pike atop the Nam Dae Mun, the great South Gate of the capital city of Seoul.
The Queen returned past noon, her lovely forehead furrowed in thought, pacing back and forth in her apartment like a tigress in a cage. Her handmaidens and myself waited until, she obviously made some decision that had been troubling of her. Then she gave rapid orders, and I followed some of them, understanding that a move of some kind was to be undertaken, but I knew not where. And it was only some hours later, after the girls flew back and forth, packing and gathering, that I realized I was to be left behind. This for some reason, bothered me, knowing as I did that I was most dependent upon the good graces of this beautiful and lustful woman.
I went to her, kneeling to take her hand and to stare up at her in earnest supplication. In my childish Korean, I asked that I be taken with her, as her slave. My use of the language startled her, for she had not known I was even that proficient, and she smiled down upon me, pulling me gently down my hand until I rose to my feet.
It was then she gave me my Korean name. She called me Meng-su, which means Great Beast. "Meng-su," said the Queen, "this is a trip for my country. Do you understand?"
"Yes," I said. "I understand also that I will be lonely without you, my Queen."
"You have become fluent in our speech," she smiled. "I must reward your teachers, but I cannot take you with me-this time, Meng-su. I meet with another long-nose in the port of Pusan, and the trip is long. Stay here and rest, my lover, and when I return, I shall devise entertainment such as none has ever seen. You will be safe here," she added, "and attended by my own guards. Stay in peace, my great beast."
"Anyong hashim-nikka," I answered in the most honorific level of politeness, as indeed I always used with the Empress Min, wishing her the traditional journey in peace. There was naught I could do but wait for her return from the south, and hope that her guards were faithful. No harm was to come to me, as she had said, and none dared the anger of such a Queen.
For I had listened to tales of her vengeance, to stories of how this lewd and lovely woman had sent her troops to sack a town whose noble displeased her, of how several warlords had thought to overthrow her weak woman's rule, and had instead, found their heads rolling under the axe of the executioner. Men had challenged her in devious intrigues, with shifts in the balances of court power, and been impaled by assassin's daggers in the night, or been disemboweled while traveling upon the road.
I began then to feel sommat safe in her absence, and took the Queen at her word. I rested much, and ate well, and worked very hard, both at my language studies and at my calisthenics. The summer wore on hotly, and my skin baked a deep bronze in the sun, whilst my yellow hair turned itself almost white. I ran and ran, so that the muscles in my legs and belly were rock hard, and my chest deepened with the expansion of my lungs. I was in excellent physical condition, the best of my entire life, I think.
I also started to understand much of Korean culture and history, as well as working myself into a creditable knowledge of the complications of the language, which is as devious as the Oriental mind itself. The more confusing a sentence may be woven, the more cloudy and cluttered its entire structure may be made, then the better Korean it becomes.
But I will not stay the reader with journeys into the grammar, nor into the traditions that make these heathens think they are chosen people. I will take up my story once more at the point whence my Queen returned to her palace in Seoul.
Her arrival was greeted with pomp and circumstance, by much shouting and the blowing of horns, and a constant rolling of large skin drums. Banners flew and soldiers arrayed themselves in the best uniforms to stand honor guard along the walls. Nobles and courtiers milled about in high excitement, but none awaited the Queen's coming with more zest than I. Being forced into a condition of abstinence for these past months, I was more than ready to perform my stud services upon the Empress and her handmaidens. Indeed, I was panting for the opportunity.
I was forced to wait until the amenities of the court were observed, until the long and tiresome protocols were gone through, ere I could feast my eyes upon my four women. It was thus I had grown to think of them: Min Bi, Soinah, Whaja and Kilja, my herd of mares, my harem. And this day, or this evening, rather-I did not care one whit about wearing away of my sexual strength through excesses. I was rested and fit, and champing at the bit. Whatever tableau the Queen wished to have me enact, I would be most happy to indulge her fancies. She had made mention of an entertainment such as none had ever before seen, and I had puzzled often over what this might be, since we had already gone into so many bizarre events.
Restlessly, I waited for the girls to come to the Queen's apartment. I drank wine and paced the floor, my bare feet nervous upon the polished paper carpeting of the sleeping area, then near trotting across the wide expanses of the smooth stone floor. The air was beginning to cool sommat at nights, and the added silken chimtae felt goodly warm spread over me as I slept. One thick comforter below and one above, and no man needed more, save mayhap a naked and willing woman to bring sweeter heat.
The brass bound door was flung wide, and I turned to stare at the group that piled through it. The Empress was more beautiful than ever, regal in a silk brocade gown that rose high upon the throat and fitted tightly over the rest of her body. She swept first into her apartment, and I felt like a country oaf with my naked chest and legs, in my special tailored pantaloons. But I made me a low and sweeping bow, and bade her welcome in her own language.
I caught glimpses of the other girls behind her as the Queen came directly to me to take my cheeks between her lightly scented hands and hold up her cherry red lips for a kiss. I took her into my arms, crushing that tiny delectable body to me as I lifted her off her feet to buss her soundly upon that warm and moving mouth, to lance my hungry tongue into the sweet hollow behind her pearly teeth where it might meet her own.
I felt her titties squeeze to my chest, her belly and thighs fit to my body, and my tongue ran wild inside her darling mouth. My rod came leaping immediately erect the moment it felt the tender flesh of her body pressed against it, and I held closely to this lovely woman who had so long been kept from me. Laughing, she pulled her mouth away from mine, and braced her small hands against my chest to stare merrily into my eyes.
"Great beast-Meng-su my dear one-have you been lonely without your queen?"
I lowered my face to rummage between her breasts, kissing them hotly through the brocade covering I longed to rip away. I said, "O my Queen, my love, my life-"
She ground her delightful pelvis into my belly and pushed back again. "How sweetly you have learned to speak, Meng-su-but put me down, else you will crush me with your great arms. There is time for us-"
I became bold, driven by my swollen staff and the need to plunge it into this utterly lovely and utterly lascivious woman before me. I said, "My Queen, I would rip off your clothing and stuff your quim here and now, for there has already been too much time without you."
Her hands hung at her sides, and the tiny doll like woman stood proudly erect. Other girls bustled about her, carrying bundles and clothing; a man I did not recognize lurked in the background, and there were children I did not know. For one breathless moment, I feared I had gone too far, but no-a hotness leaped into her dark eyes, and the tip of her red tongue slid out to moisten her full and ripe lips.
Slowly, staring up at me, she said, "I have never had my clothing torn off."
Reaching out one big hand, I hooked my fingers into her dress, and with one mighty pull, tore the entire fancy gown from her body. Perforce, this drew her close to me as her body followed the sudden jerk. She stood almost touching me as I shredded her dress and threw it into the air to fall like colored rain about us.
A shocked gasp went up from the strangers, but the Queen's own handmaidens did not excite themselves. Instead, they gathered to watch the pleasure they were certain was about to be shared by their mistress and myself, and to envy us both for our oncoming bliss, but not envy in the sullenly jealous sense, rather in an air of approval.
I tore away my own pantaloons, and another expression of shock lifted from the group of strangers as my large and stiffened rod jumped into full view of all spectators. The Queen took a step forward and caught my aching member between her delicate fingers, squeezing down upon its meat and thumbing tenderly along its ridged and faintly stickly head. I could not wait; I had been months with out screwing, betimes exercising strongly and eating of rich, body-building foods and wines. My body was throbbing with energy, and my prick fairly throbbed with the need to diddle this luscious and enticing quim so near before it.
I snatched the Queen up without a preliminary, and carried her naked to the pallet beside the wall, and there in full view of all the staring throng, I lay her upon her lovely backside and began to kiss her glowing flesh all over. I kissed her dainty feet, her shapely ankles and calves, and the polished ivory of her gorgeous thighs, not neglecting to plant a hearty and lingering buss upon the feathery curls of her quim. I thence moved upwards over her quivering body, tonguing into her navel, kissing her belly and up to her breasts. Taking a nipple at a time into my hungry lips, I bit them and sucked them and caressed them with my hot tongue.
Of course, my own body was sliding up hers whilst I was doing all this, and when my mouth had reached her own, I rammed my tongue into her lips without a by our leave. She had spread her thighs for me, and lifted her captivating arse in expectation, so I did not disappoint her. Shifting my own arse to take proper aim, I got the head of my prick urgently against the pulsating lips of her eager cunnie. Then I crammed it to her without playing around. I rammed it manfully into her cunt lips, stretching them wide so as to enable them to encompass the huge staff to follow.
The Queen cried out, whether in joy or hurt, I did not know, nor did I particularly care, for the mad urge to fuck was upon me and racing through all my veins. I would have screwed the King himself, had his bung been presented me at that wild moment, or anyone else in the path of my rod.
I shoved it into her, prying apart her cunt lips and forcing the big, flensing head of my staff into her sheath. She was letting down the warm and slippery dew of her love, and this flowed over my tool as it reached stroking into her palpitating pussy.
There was no lightness, no hesitation; she was in the natural position, with her shapely legs reached across my hips and her arse pinned to the bedding. I packed it to her, rammed it and fed it and burrowed it deeply into the throbbing wetness of her stretched womb. I rodded it to her and she heaved back in abandoned bliss, in a jerking and savage response to the hard screwing she was receiving from me.
It was rough and it was hard. But so was my prick, and I gave it to her to its complete length and breadth, shoving it to her until it was buried all the way to my swinging sac and the balls within it. I poked the far end of her cunnie and found the tiny ring there, the clenching hot circle of muscle that strove mightily to devour the head of my thundering rod. It was buttery inside her sheath, liquid with a heated creaminess, and my rod hammered back and forth in that goodness, slammed in and out and screwed its way around and about, so that she was probed and prodded in every tight cranny of her throbbing pussy. It was hot and slick and good, and I felt my gooders coming, so I bent her back upon her shoulders, so she could better get the effect of my rodding, so she could better take the great load of boiling semen that pumped so mightily from my flexing staff, from the jerking head of my prick. I flooded her tight hole, drowned her womb and overflowed her to the very suctioning lips of her adoring cunnie.
Having plugged her so grandly, I slipped back and went over onto my side, with her legs yet hooked about me, for I confess that I was also a bit shaken by the violence and force of my copious discharge into her.
We lay sweated together, held together by prick and quim, by her legs and by our kissing mouths, panting though we were at the time. "Ah," said the Queen into my mouth, "ah, but you are truly a great beast; you are truly my beloved Meng-su, to screw me so well and with such loving force."
Slowly, and with regret, she betook her darling quim from around my cock, and moved aside so that her wet thighs and bedewed quim could be washed and scented by the ministrations of her worshipful handmaidens, the three lovely girls. When they were done with their Queen, they came to me, to lave down my still erect engine, and to wash away the sticky discharge that clung to my pubic hair between my legs and upon the lower parts of my heaving belly. They chattered among themselves, admiring the size and strength of my penis, and allowing their fingers to skip about in my hair, and I heard the ever-ready Kilja murmur something about wishing that her turn would come about in the next hour.
But instead, the Empress ordered that all be fed and wined in due preparation for the evening to come. We fell to upon the victuals with a will, for the girls had traveled long and had not eaten lately of a feast such as was spread before us. There was baked pheasant with garlic cloves and honey, fishes fried in savory oils, pig roasted and spread with apples, soups and salads and heaping bowls of virginally white rice; there was a dish set afire and called the Fairy Furnace, and fruits so many as to beggar description. I ate well, washing down the courses with heavy drafts of soju, for I felt that I would be needing all my powers this night, and I was perfectly correct in my surmising.
At one end of the table strangers were seated: there was a man of perhaps forty years, a woman a few years his junior, and a full-bodied lass of perhaps twenty, whom I took to be the eldest daughter. There was also a tender girl child of twelve or so, and a sturdy lad of perhaps fifteen summers. That they were a family together, I could have no doubt, for all strongly resembled each other. I watched them with interest, not knowing then that they had been brought here for the sexual pleasures of all.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
When we were refreshed and rested, and our fires rekindled by cups of soju and makoli, we were treated (if that is the word) to a performance by the court musicians. I have yet been unable to make myself understand or care for, the vast majority of Korean music. It squeaks and squalls and tremulos off key in the Chinese fashion. If the musicians are not bound by tradition, and have listened to the street peddlers chanting, to children playing, then the music may be enjoyed. But such music is played by only the most modern and rebelliously daring composers, so I must suffer through the gratings and twangings of tone deaf performers and pretend their offerings are not driving me to the brink of madness.
But I listened, and applauded when the squeaking and caterwauling was done, meanwhile wondering why this family had been brought to the palace. I thought mayhap they were to be servants; they were roughly dressed in the manner of peasants, and had evidently not been in such rich surroundings before. They looked about them constantly, and whispered among themselves. The elder daughter would from time to time, cast glances at me where I lay stretched naked at the right hand of the Empress, but the others pretended that I did not even exist. Yet I knew they had watched my recent magnificent screwing of their Queen; they could not help but do so.
The Queen dismissed the musicians, and they filed swiftly out; the great, brass bound door shut behind them, and I felt a stirring amongst us, an excitement that moved briskly from person to person in anticipation. The main entertainment of the night was about to begin, and we all sensed it.
Min Bi clapped her hands and said to her handmaidens: "Strip them all. Bring water and perfumes, and see that they are clean and readied."
The man drew in his breath sharply between his teeth in a hissing noise. This is a sign of shock, surprise, or horror to the Koreans. But he did not resist; he no doubt knew his head would be forfeit if he did. So he and his family were peeled to the skin, stripped to the buff-the husband and his wife, the two daughters and the son, all stood there shining and cringing in their nakedness. It was a most interesting sight.
The man was small, but well muscled and smoothly put together, and I was much surprised to see the size of his prick. Hanging soft as it was, it was of goodly length and roundness, although not coming near the size of my own. Yet compared to that of the King, the fan boys and the doctors I had seen exposed, this man was a giant.
His wife was nicely built, with titties larger than average and the same smattering of pubic hair; she had smooth skin and an interestingly shaped arse. She kept her eyes downcast and her hands held before her quim. The girls were busy washing them both, the man and his wife, so I looked instead at the children.
The older girl was plump, tall as Kilja, and with a sullen mouth. Her titties were beautifully shaped, as were her hips and belly. Very good legs reached to her furry cunnie, and she did not try to hide it.
The little girl was a perfect doll; her black hair was cut short and her eyes slid beneath lowered lids, but she was appraising us all. Her little cunt was a jewel without a hair upon it, and her immature tits were just small, unshaped mounds with tiny nipples centered in them, but a close look told me that those nipples were standing erect; the delicate little wench, although of very tender years, was excited by her nudeness and the naked bodies around her.
The boy was slim and supple, lithe and shamefaced, but his small pecker kept lifting itself to half mast. He was a bit chubby about the arse, and hairless between his legs.
Their names were (to keep them straight in your mind, dear reader) the man: Kim Kuni, his wife Lee Sunya (women do not take their husband's family name here) the elder daughter is called Kim Sooni, the younger daughter Kim Chuni, and the son is named Kim Tani.
The Empress turned her lovely face to me while the children were being bathed by her handmaidens, and spoke to me of what would happen. She had, it seemed, learned of this family of Kims through one of her special agents, a man designated to watch for and report all cases of sexual activity which might interest the Queen. Coming back from her diplomatic trip to Pusan, she had taken the family and brought them here. The father, according to reports, had been for some time, bunging his son, unbeknownst to anyone else in the family. But the son, not to be outdone, had taken the maidenhead of his very young sister, and had been sticking it to her for several months. As far as was known, so the report of the agent went, neither the wife nor the older daughter knew anything, and neither did the husband know of the screwing between his son and the younger girl. It would be most interesting, said the Empress, to have this all brought into the open for all the family-and us-to see and enjoy. We would, she said, enter the games ourselves, when the time was right, but in the meanwhile, we should watch the spectacle of this family being brought to screw each other for the edification of others.
"Kim Kuni," she called out to the husband, and he came quickly to stand before her. "Kuni-drink long of the wine, for I wish you to harden your staff and ready yourself to use it upon Tani-as is your habit."
The man's eyes flew wide and he hissed loudly in surprise. "But my Queen-"
Her eyes flashed. "Do not lie to me, Kuni; I know of your habits. My handmaidens will caress you until you are erect. Meanwhile, drink the wine and observe your son."
She then called Tani to her and gave him orders. The little girl Sooni blushed and held down her face when she heard, but lay upon her back and spread her small but shapely legs to await the entrance of her brother. The young lad had troubles coming stiff, so the beautiful Queen herself drew him to her, kissing him and fondling his small pizzle until it stood tall and rigid. Then the Queen sent him to mount his little sister.
The lad came between her knees with eager speed, his pizzle in hand. The little girl lifted her dainty arse for him, presenting him with her sweet quim, and he inserted his staff quickly, emboldened by wine and the caresses of the Queen. He put it to his sister with a will, driving it home into the tiny, clenching lips of the baby quim while the girl hunched back in untutored energy, lifting and dropping her appetizing arse in direct strokes. She raised her young legs and crossed them over her brother's back, drawing him tighter into her sweet cunnie with her calves, and holding him about the neck with her rounded arms. It was over far too quickly; the girl bit her lips and moaned, while the boy jerked his arse and made his final ram into the sister he had sommat trained to screwing.
We all sighed, we watchers, as the job was done, and my own rod was lifted to a marvelous size, swollen and throbbing with energy. I wanted desperately to enter that darling little quim, to top that tiny, adorable fuckeress for a varied and sustained screwing she would never forget. But the next performance was to be the father's.
He had imbibed freely of the wine, and his face was flushed. He had been forced to watch his son diddling his daughter, whilst a pair of lovely handmaidens fondled his overgrown (for a Korean) tool. It was rigid now, and Kuni stepped boldly to the table where he dabbled his fingers in oil and generously smeared his rod with it. Snapping a command to his son, he then approached the lad as the boy went to hands and knees, his own small pizzle pointing stiffly at the floor. Tani's rump was in the air, and Kuni lowered to mount it. Carefully, to avoid tearing the lad's bung, he inserted his staff head and worked it gently into the hole. Awakening to its touch, Tani wiggled his bum and took that long, swollen staff into his bung all the way to the sac. I eyed that with interest, thinking that here was a bung that had been properly stretched, and would probably take mine own staff, ere I was careful with it and greased it well prior to putting it into the lad.
Kuni wiggled and shoved, and Tani hunched and bucked, and after a reasonable number of strokes, the man grunted and loosed his load into the lad, who took it with an obvious display of extreme bliss. I have known a few others like this lad, Tani, boys who enjoyed both screwing and being screwed, and such lads can be of much use and much pleasure to all about.
The wife had been staring at all this screwing with a hardened face and frowning eyes, and the elder daughter's mouth had grown more sullen. When Kuni withdrew his rod from Tani's bung, his wife suddenly came to the table and bowed before the Queen.
"My Queen," said she, now unconcerned with her nakedness, her large titties heaving in her anger, "my Queen, this husband of mine has done bad things, as have two of my children. Therefore, he has robbed me of his attentions, and given them where they do not belong. So I beg of you, my Queen, give me that great beast, that mighty fucker, so that I may pay back my husband, so that he may see me being screwed in his sight."
Laughing, the Empress turned on me. "Do this woman, Sunya, this favor, Meng-su; present her with that wondrous staff."
I stood up, and Sunya's eyes clung to the marvelous length of my rod. "And then, my Queen?" I asked.
She laughed louder and longer. "Meng-Su, you are truly the king of diddlers. Then-why, you may screw whichever of this family as may take your fancy, and I shall set others of them to doing it to each other."
I went around the table and reached for the woman Sunya, but she slipped quickly to her knees and caught my stiff tool in her hands, cupped my hairy sack and caressed my testes. "Look, husband," said she, "what a beautiful cock. See husband, how I take it into my mouth."
She covered the head of it with her warm lips, stroked it with a darting tongue, and suctioned gently but steadily upon it, sliding her mouth down and up until she made my arse clench. Then, sensing she had better not carry that form of love too far, she removed her mouth and pulled me down upon her. Her thighs were plump and firm, and her arse rounded nicely. I kissed upon her large titties, sucking their brown nipples while she rolled her head from side to side in agitation.
"Watch, husband," she called out. "Look at us-see how I take this huge foreigner's prick into my hands and guide it to the mouth of my quim. Oh, but my quim is hot for it, my husband. I have so long wanted to fuck another man, any other man, and had I known you were doing it to Tani, I should have diddled your brother. But watch this great head slide into me, dear husband-see this swollen head spreading my quim, and oh-oh, but it is huge; it will split me; it will tear me open-"
And for the moment, she ceased talking to throw back her chin and to make her arse squirm delightfully under my stroke, so that the length and roundness of my entire rod would slip into her tight, very hot sheath.
"Oh," she called out. "Oh, oh-it is good; it is filling my quim to the utmost; it stretches me and packs me tight. Oh, oh-you great, hairy beast-screw me, screw me hard and fast and all the way in."
So saying, she gave a grinding hunch and took it all into herself, clear to the swollen sac which slammed her bedewed lips. Ah, but she loved it inside her, that wench. Her husband looked on with envious eyes, and with his own rod yet adrip, but he was forced to watch me laying my prick into his hot-arsed wife. There was naught he could do but stare at my rod as it worked slowly, probingly in and out of his moaning, wiggling wife. He had screwed this woman for many years, and was now being forced to see her screwing a stranger, to watch his beloved wife hunch and jerk and cavort upon the big, driving prick of a foreigner. And I lay it into her with a vigor, telling the man what a delicious pussy this was, and asking him did he recall how this greasy sheath clenched upon the head of a prick.
I crammed it hard to her and she let out a cry of wild delight. "Ah! You great foreign beast-you have fucked me insane. I am mad! I perish!"
She came down bitingly with her slickened womb upon my rod, and I drove once more thrusting stroke into her, impaling her to a great depth, and thence fired my charge into her creaming quim. Again she screamed, and told her husband how it felt, this bubbling load of liquid she was receiving.
It was most interesting to all, and very invigorating to me. It was a sommat different than diddling the Empress whilst her husband looked on, for the King was but a half-wit, and weak. This Kim Kuni was a different breed, and had been angered at first, which only made my diddling the better. But he had come to accept the event with fair good graces, since he had demonstrated his buggery with the lad Tani before us all. Indeed, he was eyeing his wife's freshly screwed quim with great desire, eager to feel it once more about his rod, his lust urged on by what he had witnessed.
I left the woman panting upon the floor, stood up, and proceeded to go to the other girl, to the tall and plumpish Kim Chuni. She retreated from me, from the touch of my rod, backing slowly and with her sullen mouth, to the wall, where she stood with her back braced and stared at me.
"Go ahead, Kim Kuni," ordered the Queen to the husband. "Show us if you can rod your wife with as much gusto as Meng-su just did. Show us if you can make her cry out in joy."
Kuni leaped upon his still supine wife and tried to cram his staff to her without delay, but the woman roused enough to fight him off, still in anger for his buggering of Tani. While I stroked the naked body of their older daughter, husband and wife rolled about on the floor, to the great amusement of the Queen and her handmaidens. Kuni finally held his wife quiet by main force, and got the head of his cock into her. Thereupon she stopped fighting and began instead to screw him with much vigor.
The daughter saw her parents diddling, and stopped her resistance to me. Kissing and caressing her naked flesh, I pulled her to the floor with me. I lay then upon my back, and had her climb over me. She was no virgin, but neither was she in any form loose. She took my staff into her quite deftly, sitting down upon it until its length penetrated to the farthest reaches of her young womb. I caught her hips in both hands and began to lift her with my strokes; she did not flinch, but drove down her quim upon me, and we passed quickly to a steady, pounding rhythm of screwing.
I stuffed her cunnie with my hardened meat, lanced into her with long and probing thrusts, and the girl writhed upon my staff, shaking and shuddering as she reached one orgasm and then another. But she had no desire to quit, no idea of stopping; she too much enjoyed her diddling. So I continued to stroke into her now oily quim, lifting her arse as I pushed up, feeling her sheath slide down upon me as I came down. She was a hungry screwer, a dedicated diddler and her energy reached me at last. She had hunched in her several orgasms ere I stabbed my liquid flame into her womb, ere I loosed my thundering bursts of frothy love into her quim.
Kuni was lying quietly atop his wife when I eased his daughter off my staff. The Queen was laughing yet, making asides to Kilja and the other girls. The little Kim child Chuni was watching all that transpired with a smiling stare, whilst her brother's staff was once again erect and ready for service. I took the earthen bottle of fiery soju and drank long from it, feeling the rice whiskey bring new life to my veins. I drew breath and drank again, needing the hot strength of the stuff, for I was not yet finished with this family of Kims, nor was the Queen.
Provoked and stirred by the diddling she had witnessed, Min Bi quaffed wine and motioned to the boy Tani. He came, eager to be of service, and yet eager more to put his stiff little staff into something. The Queen pointed, and the boy blushed, thence departed to where she wished him to go, and stood over the naked, interlocked forms of his father and mother.
"Rise, Kim Suni," the Queen ordered. "Lift from your wife that her son may know the inner workings of her womb. I wish to see this son, who already had diddled his sister and been buggered by his parent, I wish to see him continue his screwing by mounting his mother Sunya."
Kim Kuni lifted himself from his wife, making way for his son to take his place, which the greedy lad did with a will. He ran to her and came between her parted legs with a fervor that bespoke a long thought and a long time of yearning toward this moment. He thrust his young pizzle into her and smiled widely as she wiggled to receive it properly within her quim.
Kim Kuni gave a roll of his shoulders and a philosophical shrug; he was beyond the point of it mattering to him who screwed his hotly willing wife. His own tool was bent halfway, but he came to join me in drinking rice whiskey, making friends with me as the giant who had diddled his wife and his older daughter. I said to him in my halting Korean that his wife was an excellent screw, and he agreed with me. Watching Tani pour his small young rod to the woman with great vigor and rapidity, as she hunched and ground and bumped to get the full benefit from the hard little prick, the man's own tool began to swell for action once more. He drank heartily and although half drunk, was ready to mount again.
I looked to the Queen, who was into an entanglement of her own. Kilja's dark head was clamped between the Queen's thighs, while Whaja did mouth service to one of Min Bi's titties and Soinah sucked upon the other. I drained my bowl and shoved the man toward his elder daughter.
"Screw her," Said I. "She is a willing piece, and will no doubt give her father a most excellent diddling."
He moved that way, his staff clenched in one hand, and the girl opened her arms to accept him. I looked over at the mother and son wiggling upon the floor, and made my own way toward the little girl Chuni, the tiny and completely delightful doll of such youthfully voluptuous beauty. She shrank from me, afraid of the size of my prick, and indeed, it did look a sight to terrify children, being so large and swollen, and so reddened from its recent usage. I sat beside her and fed her sweetmeats, giving her a sip of wine from time to time, so as to deaden any hurt that might happen. She became a little drunken, her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright, and she reached out a small hand to touch my rod in exploring wonder.
I began to stroke and caress her, to run my hands gently over her tiny but perfect body, feeling the delicate satin of her skin. Lifting her and moving her onto my lap, with my rod but slipped between her sweet thighs and extending up her daintily rounded belly, I kissed her neck and her beautiful back, kissed softly and with lingering tenderness upon her shoulderblades, and ran my tongue lightly down her spine. I shut out the moans and cries of ecstasy that abounded around us, the wet and noisy sounds of diddling, and concentrated upon making this marvelous little beauty relax and so loosen her adorable tiny quim for the screwing. Turning her to face me, I had her clench both hands upon my tool whilst I kissed her throat and her mouth, and went quickly to her immature titties.
Taking one of the small nipples into my lips, I toothed upon it with care, and tickled it with my tongue, and suctioned upon it so that it stood stiff. I petted her hips and her little belly, running my fingers around her sweet arse and touching into her eatable navel. Then, lifting her by her trim waist, I slid down upon my back and drew the dear child up to my face. Positioning 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 into my mouth, covering the dainty thing in its hairless entirety and sucking delightedly upon it, as I might upon an orange. I held to her miniature buttocks and spread them a bit, so that I might insert my tongue into the 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 joy button and licked there until she hunched against my face and loosed her passion juice. Only then did I put out one hand and find the bowl of oil to grease myself with; only then, after her fear was gone and her childish lust fully aroused, did I tip her back upon her naked shoulder and insert a goodly amount of the oil into her delicate quim to assist us in our diddling. Then I positioned myself upon my back once more, and set the lass to the tip of my erect rod above me. She wanted it as much as I wished it inside her; Chuni is a born fuckeress, and I am grateful to her brother for having broken her in and taking her maidenhead. Although she has a sommat large pussy for her age, it would have been impossible for me to diddle it unless it had been diddled before.
What shall I tell you, dear reader, of that impossibly charming diddle with Kim Chuni, that appealing and so lovable lass of such tender years? What can words convey, to match that matchless feeling as my rod moved ever so slowly, ever so gently, into that tiny and hotly receptive cunnie that had before known only the small and inexperienced staff of her older brother? Mine own words fail me, for conveying such a wildly ecstatic experience is beyond my poor powers of description.
Besides, the time grows nigh; the hour nears, and I must needs compress my doings into the smallest space now left to me, for I have come upon a chance to get my missive out of the palace grounds, at long last. After casting about and never finding an opportunity to have this painfully done and sweated over narrative smuggled out of this heathen country, I have finally discovered a method. It has the long odds of the gambler, but it is a chance.
There is a fisherman going far out into the sea of Japan, making a circle clear around the tip end of this accursed peninsula; I am told he fishes often (with his helpers) beyond the ugly islands to the south. For a fee, which I have already passed to him through the soft hands of a serving girl, he has sworn to cast this missive into the sea, upon the proper currents, so that in time, it may be found upon our own western shores, upon the golden sands of my own civilized nation. The fisherman is to enclose this sad and lonely tale into a large glass float, similar to those used to hold up their long nets in the sea. He will cast it adrift at the proper time, and I may hope that all the gods of the sea will send it on its way posthaste, for I am become a most desperate man.
I had also to bribe a serving girl with that coin she most craved, a long and penetrating bout with my valued staff. And to her I gave that shining pearl the Queen presented to me, to pass along to the fisherman.
There is much more I must needs tell. There are many bizarre tales and strange doings that should be told ere I perish, or am rescued by a man of war. I would tell you, dear reader, of the family Kim, that wild and sex maddened group brought by the Empress from Pusan. There are many combinations of that passionate family, and when mixed well with the Queen, and the Queen's hand maidens, and the Queen's stud, makes for some interestingly mad scenes and pastimes.
What of the mother, roused at last by the thrusting of a large and alien prick? And what of the husband, forced to watch his wife being rodded by this hairy stranger, and thence his own son? What of the older daughter Sooni, stuffed first by me, and then her own father?
And the lad Tani, he of the stretched and receptive bung, he of the most ready staff by which he diddled his own sisters and his own dam. The father, too-ah, but he became a comrade for the Queen's stud, a most pliable and willing screwer, no matter to what hole he was put.
And the Empress Min-what tales have I to tell of her early days, put down exactly as she has told them to me, whereby she was raped by her own father at an early age, and whereby she gained her screwing experience as a child by lying with her older brother.
Then there is the slim Kilja, and the smiling girl Whaja, and the young lass Soinah-each of them with stories to pass on about their first diddlings (although you have already been told of Soinah's deflowering).
There awaits the telling-the mountain palace where the Queen's younger sisters are kept, each of them quivering and panting for the rod of the stallion. And the seashore where a covey of boys and girls are brought for the pleasures of the Empress, each summer-virgins all.
But I must hasten; the hour is near. So I must break my oath to you, dear reader-the vow I made to tell you the name of the lass of tender years and flaming cunnie. No; I will not go back upon my given word. Her name is Fletcher, Nellie Fletcher, and she is my sister. She lives in the large white house just beyond the mill at Worchester, and chance you to meet with her, give her a good rodding for me.
The candle flickers in my small bedroom, for I have now been given some privacy by my Empress. The winds are chill outside, and snow lies on the mountains above the city. I have said I am a desperate man, and so I am. I fear that, even with the Indian method, and even with the constant care and attention lavished upon me by the Queen and by the court physicians, I fear me that I will soon ejaculate my life through the end of my penis. I fear I will pass myself away in the floods of my own semen. I am but mortal, and cannot endure forever, these bungs and mouths and constricting cunnies forced upon me by my position as chief stud here.
Winter comes upon us in the capital city, which means we shall be ever closer together, with ever more time to diddle. I shall welcome the spring once more-I hope.
There are yet many, many words to put down. There is the mixing of the potions that are fed me to keep my staff rigid, and one of them is a marvel beyond the ken of doctors in the civilized world. The potion would make a grandfather, long aged and feeble and using his pizzle only to piddle with, this potion would force him to rape his ten year old grandchild. It is most powerful and most lasting.
I will. I will set down all these things, so that some friendly eye may some day read them and know of my sacrifices. I will send off this manuscript, and start another one, difficult though it may be to hide my doings from the Empress. She has not yet thought I might get my tales out of this blockaded Hermit Kingdom, so has put my scribbling down as merely a whim of mine she will allow.
So I will write these other things, continuing my narrative of a seaman lost upon hostile shores, but I will send off this first half by my friendly serving wench, and hope the fisherman places his float well.
Farewell, dear reader. Do, I pray you, do your utmost to have a man of war sent here for me, where I languish in fervent hopes of rescue.
