Chapter 10
Today is Thursday, one of those grey sober days which sweep through you. I've taken the time to tell you this horrible tale in an effort to clear my mind. I've told the story to many, but no one wants to believe it.
As you can see, I haven't written it as a confession simply because I don't believe that type of nonsense will do any good. I have related all because I had to and nothing more.
Since that time, I have been busy working as a salesman. I have never pretended to be a writer and that is why I have sketched my story only hazily but careful to put all the details down.
What has happened to Nora Rugt, Stevedore Jack Dill? I can't say. I can only guess and even at that my imagination frightens me.
The only member of that fateful party that embarked in the Rugt yacht that I know of is Hilda. In fact I see her every day. She is my wife.
Hilda is very strange. The adventure which we shared together will remain with us the rest of our life. Almost every night she awakes pale and trembling. I am forced to comfort her and even that will not quiet her.
My poor wife insists on being slapped and treated severely. And until the other night I found that this was the only way to contend with her.
Why I am saying the other night, is because an odd thing happened. It helped me understand my wife.
The usual tantrum began. She cried without letting up. This time it seemed longer than usual. I was forced to use the usual tactics.
As I raised my hand to hit her, she grabbed my arm looked deep into my eyes.
"You look as though it made you sad to hit me." She said this without taking her eyes off me.
"It hurts me more than anything else to punish you in this manner," I was frank.
"Peter, do you mean you have no desire to hurt me. You don't want to see me suffer?"
"No darling. How could I?"
"That is so strange: I thought everyone wanted to punish everyone else. Isn't that what the world is made up of?" She was like a child.
"No, my dear Hilda. It isn't that way all the time." I had the impression that I was telling her something new.
"You mean that when a man sticks his prick in a woman's private parts it isn't in order to hurt her?"
"Why no, not at all. Where did you ever get that idea?" I was bewildered by her thinking.
She looked away completely perplexed.
"It was Nora who put that notion in your head, wasn't it?" I wanted to know.
"Yes. She told me that a man was just an animal and that he used his sex like a dagger. She said that only a woman would be trusted and that she would take care of me. And she added that if she were to beat me it was only for my own good." She told me this with eyes that were as large as a new born child.
"Oh, my poor innocent darling," I took her in my arms.
For several minutes I cradled her in my arms and rocked her into a light sleep.
I was mad at Nora. Perhaps I was angry at a dead woman. I didn't know. All that I knew was that if Nora had kept this child she would have destroyed her. I thought of all the sick, vicious people that exist in the world.
After five or ten minutes Hilda opened her eyes and gently put her fingers to the corners of my mouth.
"You have wanted to love me so badly, haven't you?" Her question was to be answered.
"I have loved you from the first moment I laid my eyes on you."
"Please make love to me. I promise that I will behave and be very cooperative."
To think after a year of hectic living with this disturbed young girl I was finally going to have her normally. It didn't seem possible. There were times when I thought that I would have to put her into an institution. Now all this was behind us and we were ready to start a new life together. I'm not sure but I think tears came to my eyes.
Our mouths came together and the saliva of our newfound joy mingled with our tears. Our tongues glided along the surface of our mouth walls. Hilda's impetuous tongue explored the deep cavern of my oral region. She was hungry to taste my goodness.
We lay there for a good twenty minutes and not for a minute did our mouths unlock. Every little tingle counted and our delving, pointed tongues fought in furious embrace.
Little by little our passion reached a new high.
Gradually I slipped my arm comfortably around her waist and pressed her young body close to mine.
She gave herself to me as a virgin would. Yes, she was just like a virgin. How could she be condemned for what had happened. She, as well as I was innocent. I certainly had more lewd thoughts than she was capable of manufacturing, but still I was also a picture of naivete.
"My darling, suck my breasts a little," she said. I never believed I would hear these words. I was so delighted that I took special care to please her. Naturally I was pleasing myself.
My lips licked at her nipples and they soon became firm and bloomed like rose buds. I opened my mouth wide and completely sucked one of them in as though it were a peach. The taste was most delicious. Then I moved to the other, always careful to massage the other while one was being practically swallowed in my feverish mouth.
She emitted some dainty moans and for the first time she was reacting as a woman.
What a joy pervaded me. I persisted in my love.
My hand caught her thigh and lightly rode over one and then the other.
"Oh, my love. Your skin is like the satin of an oriental queen." These words may sound clumsy now but I meant them sincerely.
Her legs fell apart and the mere fact of having Hilda in such a seductive pose, inflamed my organs. My penis immediately shot up like a ramrod.
My mouth wondered down her abdomen. I kissed her belly button several times. It was clean and small and was a sweet symbol of my graceful Hildchen.
I crept lower until I came to the great pastures of blond hair. I sucked on the edge of her nest and enjoyed the fragrance of her odor.
"You have the delightful scent of a field of flowers." These words came out as naturally as honey would from a comb.
My tongue penetrated the outer layer of her delicious pussy. I wanted to go about it as gently as I possibly could. As eager as I was to possess her, I was also patient.
I kissed the lips of her cunt and once again I heard her moan ever so slightly. It was like the purr of a kitten.
I tasted the nectar she offered me and rolled it in my mouth and it mixed well with my substance.
"Oh, Peter. You are more loving than Nora. Please continue." Her words inspired me.
I let my tongue slip into the wet crack and with my fingers I opened the snatch in order to creep deeper inside.
What bliss! She tasted so good. I was not shocked by my behavior when I realized what I was doing. All I hoped was that Hilda would gain the maximum of pleasure, for my intentions were the best.
Her hands sought my hair and she massaged my scalp lovingly. I slid up on her body to gaze in her eyes. But they were closed. I kissed her mouth and her lips parted ever so gently.
"Take me my darling," she whispered in my ear.
I needed no more encouragement. My rod, stiff as an iron pipe, shifted to the entrance of her moist opening. I maneuvered in such a way as to tickle her crack with the head of my prick.
She was perfectly delighted. Hilda shifted her weight and slowly wiggled onto my extended staff.
Glory of glories. I was inside her. For the first time since I knew her, I was able to establish the intimacy I had always wanted.
It felt so good and so natural. We fit together like a hand in glove. I dared not budge for fear of losing this supreme moment.
Hilda took the initiative. She swung up and down and then completed her motion with a circular movement. It was amazing how well I followed her.
I let my darling establish the movement and the rhythm for it was all for her and my pleasure was secondary.
We rocked in the cradle of passionate love for a good half hour and then suddenly our bodies became slippery with perspiration.
Our efforts became more difficult. We were striving to release our love juices. Our movement became more feverish and furious. Hilda grabbed me as though she were hanging on for dear life. My own body was flexing and churning to keep from coming.
But we couldn't last forever, even though we would have liked to. With a great spurt, I ejaculated into her warm delightful cunt. I murmured my pleasure and it was soon followed by a shrill whistling cry and I knew that Hilda had faithfully followed me into the land of the pleasure of the senses.
Spurt by spurt and drop by drop, I emptied my love liquid, hot and white, into the pussy of my sweet Hilda.
Slowly our explosion died down. And our breathing which had reached such a trembling note became normal once again.
We lay there locked in each other's arms with an aurora of happiness hanging over our golden heads.
After a light sleep. I was awakened by a lapping sound and I discovered that Hilda was sucking my cock. She was doing it so well that I felt I would explode in her mouth.
Her technique stemmed from love. I was convinced of it. I was so glad. To think that our nights would be filled with mutual pleasure. We would make love and I renew our efforts each night. We had so much to look forward to.
"Hilda you are enchanting me," and what I had to say was entirely true.
She was rolling her tongue around the head of my love organ. I thought I would burst open right there and then.
I tried to push her head away when I felt I was ready to come, but she insisted that I stay calm. And that was impossible. I was in seventh heaven and then all of a sudden, everything turned into a deep purple and a bolt of color seemed to fill the room. I was on the verge of discharging.
Her mouth filled with my liquid, she swallowed and down it went. She did not let a drop of it get away from her. After my orgasm she cleaned me up, with her tongue serving as a cleaning device.
Her mouth came up to mine and we embraced. I knew she wanted to see if I still loved her. To embrace her would be a sign of love and a proof that I wasn't repulsed by what she had just done. To tell the truth I was taken aback and surprised. But finding Hilda so lovable kept me from showing any surprise that I might have felt.
Her soft head lay tenderly on my chest. My hands ran over her white skin. I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead from time to time.
We were lovers now and we were going to stay lovers. Nothing would destroy our love.
We both vowed that our love would never die. Almost every night was spent making love and our pleasures multiplied with each hump.
I worked hard and earned enough money to have a little home, but I was careless and lost the money on the stock market.
As with every couple we had our difficult moments. The sentimental side was going well, but the financial side could have been better.
One day I came home and sadly told Hilda that I no longer had a job. She was not worried and kissed me on the back of my neck. We had a nice warm meal and I went over to my favorite chair.
I was a bit worried about it nevertheless and thought about looking in the want-ads.
So I picked up the newspaper and thumbed through the help wanted section. I glanced down the various columns and suddenly I became petrified. I think I must have turned a ghostly white. For what I saw in the lower corner was an ad that read as follows.
Pleasure Cruise, seeking cabin boy 18-22,
personable, good-looking, strong, capable,
adventurous. Apply with references to Mrs.
Rugt. Pier 14. Telephone WE. O/O 37.