Chapter 9
That night the most lavish orgy anyone would imagine took place on the forlorn island. The aphrodisiac that was used in the special mixture of vegetative paints went to our heads and we were all drunk with fantastic sex urges.
I am particularly thinking of Melvin Roach who was busy with four grand cocks at a time. He had one permanently stuck in his rear-end, one from his own personal choosing and he was sucking on another like a lolly-pop while clutching two more in his thin bony hands. Melvin Roach was demonstrating what he was like and I must say that I was disgusted.
Hilda kept biting the ankles of the passing natives which irritated them and many kicked her in her lovely face. I could not bear to watch this and once more turned away repulsed by my love's wicked antics.
Mag was taking turns with several natives. She was trying every position available. It is quite possible that she passed through more than the usual thirty-six positions normally known in sex books on this matter.
Paul found himself a powerful woman and he was smothered between her two large tits. His prick was buried deep in her burning womb and he was fidgeting away with his best action. Paul's aristocratic bearing made him resemble a smooth running little Jaguar with its mighty pistons churning away.
Rosalind was pestering a native woman, trying to seduce her by jabbing her finger up her ass-hole. All the time she had an enormous pecker shoved up her butt and a faithful servant was administrating a well-turned movement which was pleasing the perspiring Mrs. Roach.
One thing that particularly surprised me was the behavior of Jack Dill. Mr. Dill was not having proper intercourse with one of the lovely natives, instead he was gouging out the rear-end of one of the native boys. His huge hands were clawing at the boy's shoulders and Dill was riding in the same way he had mounted the sensuous ass of Hilda.
Jack Dill was performing so well that the movement of his ass had excited a native who injected a long tongue square in the middle of the two muscular rump half's of the screwing stevedore.
I was having my problem with three native women who where screwing the life out of me. While I was inserted in one of them, another was sucking my balls as though they were sweet chestnuts. That wasn't all. A third had her face and tongue embedded in my behind and this must have been her favorite dessert because she was cleaning me out with great care.
Ejaculations were frequent and the night was filled with groans and tremulous voices emitting their cries of voluptuousness. Once in awhile a jet of white liquid would shoot into the air and it was usually followed by a happy scream. Every one sought out a variety of partners and there must have been an amazing choice of varied positions.
If anyone had wanted to take lessons in pure sexual acts in the raw, this was certainly the opportunity to do so. I took mental images of the fabulous evening. I was still young but I had learned more that night than I had ever learned during my brief previous period of sexual education.
There must have been hundreds of writhing bodies participating in that share-and-share-alike party. The stench was terrific. A combination of food, sweat, come and farts perfumed the warm night air.
After some five or six hours of continual orgy, I became exhausted to the point of dropping into a sound sleep.
When I awoke, my eyes focused upon the strange love scene enacted by Nora Rugt and the Frigolian chief. Schlanga was slapping the face of Nora with his heavy sex, which was like a club. And Nora was masturbating herself with Schlanga's left foot. One of the chief's free hands were stimulating one of Mrs. Rugt's pear-shaped breasts. The temptress of our yacht had her two hands well occupied. One was buried in the ass-hole of the emperor while the other was covering his face with the fingers stuck in his nostrils. Every few minutes Nora would change the place of her fingers. The hand that was fingering the rear would come up to his nostrils and the hand that was covering the face and nose would go down to the bottom.
For the fifty-fifth time during that long macabre evening I was disgusted. I took out my vindictiveness by screwing the nearest native woman. She gave herself to me quite willingly and we harmonized for a good thirty minutes.
Mag must have spotted Schlanga and Nora because she rushed to the balcony and threw her head at the feet of the chieftain. The chief was taken aback by the sudden aggression of the passionate female.
Schlanga was not blind to the fine curves of the stevedore's wife and he permitted her to lick his feet and slowly ascend to his thighs. He even buried one of his hands in her hair to show that he approved of her audacity.
Of course, Nora was not at all pleased. She had never liked Mag Dill. And she was not going to have this vulgar girl spoil her evening. Especially the evening she had planned for over a period of months.
Nora gave Mag a good swift kick in the belly. Terrible pain was felt by the bewildered Mag. It hurt so much that she clenched her teeth into the thigh of his royal highness. Schlanga was not pleased. Perhaps he liked some pain, but not this sort in any case.
Mag got back at Nora by pinching her ass. She also landed a well-placed punch on the back of Nora's neck. The high priest became totally bewildered at this type of comedy and he ordered the two mistresses of his to stop their needless agitation.
Both of them tried to forget about each other, but it wasn't long before they were both torturing one another in the most violent way.
While Meg had her gorgeous mouth encircled on the stiff cock of the mighty chief, Nora pulled her hair which caused Mag to tighten her mouth and sink her teeth into the emperor's great sausage. He howled to the point where everyone noticed.
At once, the grand orgy stopped. All the participants fixed in their particular poses lent their ears and their eyes to the tortured majesty.
Schlanga was writhing in pain. The poor king was doubled up and his hands cupped his crippled dong. The first to arrive on the scene was witch doctor Fartug who was the king's private medical authority.
After inspecting the lame cock, Fartug shook his head sadly indicating that it was quite serious. He asked for some bandages and hot water.
All the natives piped up and they began to chatter like monkeys. Their eyes kindled with hate and they began shouting. Suddenly, a great tide of natives pushed me into a corner and bound me tightly with heavy cords.
It seemed as though we were all going to suffer for Nora's stupidity. Mr. and Mrs. Roach, Jack Dill and Mag, Hilda, Paul and myself were tied to stalks of bamboo.
My imagination ran wild. What were they going to do? They might castrate the males and stick poisonous pineapples up the cracks of the ladies. I had read about this in books. A cold sweat poured out over my brow. I was too young to die and particularly in such strange circumstances.
The savages circled around us and lit great fires. The worst part of all was that I could not guess what tortures they had in store for us.
Suddenly, Schlanga rose to his feet weakly and pointed to Paul. The unfortunate husband of the troublesome Nora was dragged in front of the lame chief. Schlanga spoke to him in a poor broken, but understandable English.
"You die ... Wife die ... But ... Schlanga have heart. He let you die making love."
Schlanga indicated that the two should get close to each other and have their final love act together.
"The others die too ... making love. I have heart, a little." He commanded his warriors and they obeyed without any hesitation.
Husband and wife were told they could die making love with each other after drinking an aphrodisiac poison that would put them in a state of supreme ecstasy.
We were all teamed up and awaiting our fate. I was put with Hilda, who screamed and hollered hysterically. Nora shouted to her and ordered her to keep quiet. But Hilda was no longer under the command of the defenseless Nora and she continued to bawl.
The emperor took pity on the waif and came up to her putting his hand under her chin. He looked into her sobbing eyes and said.
"You ... too young ...for die. You go free."
Then he looked around and his eyes fell on me.
"You young too ... I give you chance." He clapped his hands and two servants came running up to him. Schlanga uttered something in his native dialect and the two native servants scampered off.
"We give you boat ... And we tell you what direction you go ..." He laid his hand on my shoulder.
Before we knew it we were carried down to the sandy beach and placed into a small bark which the natives used to bring us ashore.
Hilda was still sobbing hysterically. As for me I did not ask questions. A few of the savages waded up to their waists and gave us one last shove.
We were headed in a westerly direction with a sack of provisions and very little sea know-how.
I watched the natives disappear and in the little bark I turned to comfort my young friend.
For the first time she gave in and allowed me to caress her.