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 Goodheart and the Pagan Princess, an erotic novel by Dern Goode

   GOODHEART AND THE PAGAN PRINCESS

   by

   DERN GOODE

   Copyright (C) 2002 by Dern Goode

   CHAPTER FIVE

   MY TRAVELLING COMPANIONS

   Several weeks later, I found myself on a river boat probing its way
slowly into the jungle.  Mrs.  Dumfries had proven to be quite influential
and had arranged not only my posting to this godforsaken place, but for my
diploma and ordination, as well--much to the consternation of several of my
professors.

   I suppose the feeling was that I could do little to embarrass the church
or to cause lasting spiritual harm in a land where naked savages turned
missionaries into stew as often as not.

   Naked savages!  Now, there was a challenge that drove me on with a
passion equalled only by my fervor to find their pagan fertility god,
Zogli. I was fully prepared to go hand-to-hand and thigh-to-thigh against
these natives as I battled their savage devils.

   I have to admit, the idea of a land without clothing had a certain
appeal, and--there being an acute shortage of available cunts--led to wet
dreams soiling my sheets nightly.

   There were several white ladies aboard, all with husbands, save
three--Essie, a middle-aged spinster accompanying me with a crate of Bibles
to distribute, and Robin and Cynthia, a pair of tennis players sent out on
a cultural exchange meant to broaden the horizons of the native population.

   The problem was, Robin and Cynthia were in love . . .  with each other.
It was a situation not uncommon today, but catastrophic for a tennis career
in those days.  They, like me, had been sent as outcasts to the backwaters
of the world.

   I joined them on the deck late in the afternoon of our first day on the
river.  The girls were outfitted for the heat in pith helmets, khaki
shorts, and shirts, with, I suspected, the minimum of garments underneath.

   "Ahh, it is the reverend.  Well you should join us, sir.  You can serve
as our conscience while we stand here and watch naked savages running about
on the shore."

   I wasn't surprised at their interest, although my own attention was
drawn more to the exposure of my lovely companions' bare legs and to the
shapely thrust of their thighs against the material of their garments as
they leaned against the rail then to the sights along the shore.

   "Cynthia, here, is finding it all quite fascinating," said the one name
Robin.  "She has never had occasion to see a naked man before."

   "And you, dear lady?  I take it you are more knowledgeable?"

   "Yes, indeed!  I've had quite my fill of cocks, thank you!"

   "Look, there's one!" I said, taking the liberty of putting my arm around
the innocent one as I directed her attention to the sight of a naked man
ashore whose prick and balls showed quite distinctly.

   Cynthia frowned.  "You really can't see it very clearly, can you," she
said disappointedly.  "At this distance, all that dark skin and hairy
blackness just seem to blend, doesn't it?"

   "Nonsense!" said Robin.  "See it hanging down there?  Just like a black
snake!"

   "Quite a good-looking chap, I might add--almost as well hung as I am
myself."

   The worldly one eyed me with amusement.  "My, my," she said.  "You must
carry a fancy load of equipment . . .  for a clergyman."

   I shrugged modestly.  "The good Lord created all men equal."

   "But some more equal than others," she added with a grin.

   Cynthia teased me with a disarming smile.  "I'm afraid that little peek
served only to whet my appetite.  Now, my curiosity is aroused.  You
wouldn't consider...I mean, it wouldn't be so terribly wrong, would it?--us
being out in the middle of nowhere and you being a man of the cloth and
all--would you consider completing my education?"

   "Cynthia, shame on you!  You've only just met the man!  Besides, he's
probably celibate--"

   I chuckled.  "Nonsense!  I've never taken a vow to that effect!  I
assure you, my dears, I fuck.  My cabin or yours?"

   Their cabin was decided as the better choice, since Essie was busy
sorting her Bibles in mine.

   I admired their feminine forms, my mind idly picturing the naked bodies
underneath their clothing while I followed them to their cabin.  They had
trim, athletic figures, and there was not a single extra ounce of flab on
either body.  They were a matched pair, both with pinched waists above the
delightful sweeping curve of their rounded hips.

   Walking behind them, I was able to marvel at the interplay of the
muscles of their luscious bottom cheeks under their tight shorts.  A pair
of great asses that, I was sure, would be equally as impressive in the
bedroom as on the tennis court.

   It had been fully two weeks since I had last enjoyed the pleasures of
the flesh, and my sexual tension rose quite rapidly, becoming apparent
despite my clothing by the time we reached the sanctuary of the ladies'
cabin.  The same size as mine, with one bunk above the other, their
quarters seemed larger without the clutter of Bibles and other religious
paraphernalia.  The steel bulkheads did little to muffle the wheezing and
the banging of the engine that punctuated our conversation.

   In the close confines of the tiny cabin, the scent of their perfume was
overpowering--the mark, of course, not only of a whore, but of a travelling
woman, as well.  Days into our journey, and with only limited bathing
facilities, even the cleanest of women could not be entirely free of
odors--odors that, as I have already mentioned, serve simply to make me
randy.

   The girls wasted no time.  Immediately upon entering, Robin turned and
told her friend to hurry and get undressed.  "If you really must do this
vile thing, at least there's no need to prolong it.  I'm sure the reverend
is a noble man and will respect your wishes if you've changed your mind."

   But the other girl pressed resolutely forward and was already stripped
to a thin brassiere and a wisp of panties.

   "Ah, well. . . .  " Robin sighed and turned to me.  "I don't believe
I've ever seen a godly man nude."

   I acknowledged her thought with a nod and stood humbly while the two
Lesbians worked together to remove my clothing.  They pulled away my shirt
and tugged my undershirt over my head to bare my chest.  Robin pressed her
palms to my chest for a moment, and I fancied a saw a spark of normal
desire in her eyes that was quickly extinguished.

   With Cynthia behind me, I allowed my eyes to play over the lines of
Robin's still primly clad figure while they worked to free my trousers. 
Her body was every bit as delightful as her companion's, and I saw no
reason either of the pair should leave the cabin with their virtue intact.
It was no less than my duty as a Christian man to show them the error of
their ways.

   I grunted as they pulled away my final bit of clothing.  My cock sprang
out, fiercely erect and ready for the challenge, and the young lady behind
me scurried around to see what had been uncovered.

   "My Lord," she murmured, "it's so big!"

   "A monster!" Robin exclaimed with a sob.  "Cynthia, dear, you must not
continue with this madness!  That horrid thing will tear you apart."

   "Nonsense!" scoffed the other girl.  "Remember the cucumber?  It's not
that much larger--"

   "Yes," I interrupted, indignant at having my masculine pride compared to
a mere vegetable, "God in his infinite wisdom has made woman accommodating
to all men--big and small alike."

   "Just look at it, Robin!  It really is a beauty--you must agree."

   "But you don't understand, dear one.  When the fire consumes him, he
will place you in the most disgraceful position and ram that thing into
you--over and over again--despite your pleas for mercy.  You will be fucked
just like a rutting pig!"

   "Which is how we get bacon and other tasty pork treats," I pointed out.
"A delightful outcome of an even more delightful experience.  A sow's
squeals are of pure joy, I can assure you.  Now, if you'll kindly refrain
from further advice, I believe we can leave your companion to form her own
conclusions."

   "He is quite right, Robin," Cynthia said firmly.  "I am determined to
lose my maidenhead today--figuratively speaking, of course.  You will find,
sir, that although I am a virgin to man, my quim has been thoroughly
deflowered."

   Kneeling before me, she touched her fingers to my extended prick and
drew them lightly along its length, testing its texture as she took its
measure.

   "Yes," she murmured, "quite firm and thick--I do believe it'll fit
rather nicely."

   Giving me an approving smile, she gripped it tightly in her fist and
began to stroke it gently, stripping the skin back and forth along its
meaty length.  My mind filled with visions of its stout hardness already
stroking the tight confines of her velvety cunt.

   "Oh, my!  What's this?  Is this the semen I've heard so much about?"

   "Oh, no," I said, watching my purple-headed shaft quiver and jerk as she
stroked it gently.  "That, my dear girl, is a special fluid the Lord has
provided--in all His great mercy--to ease the union and make it more
delightful.  The sperm--or the spunk, as it is often called--comes later."

   "I see," she said with a chuckle.  "You are anxious to deposit that
filthy business deep in my quim, aren't you?  Let's see . . .  what have we
here?" She stretched her fingers between my legs.  "Oh, my!  Balls!"

  
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