Chapter 4
You have probably remarked that I seem to be holding back. That my true personality is not thoroughly expressed and that I seem to be wandering somewhat hazily in the midst of a crude adventure.
Please bear in mind that I was not only among sensual and unusual people, but I allied myself to these un-inhibitionists and soon gave myself to the splendor of natural, sensual living.
The last pair to come on board and round out the team composing our pleasure cruise were the well-known socialites Mrs. Rosalind Beech, Greenleaf, Bellay, Roach and her fourth husband, Melvin Roach. I was scrubbing down the wood-work when they arrived. You can see that Mrs. Rugt kept me at my chores from the very first day.
It may be difficult to describe Mrs. Roach. It is not enough to state the mere particulars such as - she was about forty-five, heavy set with a mole on her chin which was constantly powdered down. I don't want to begin there and prefer to piece out my descriptions as I relate her to you.
One was drawn to Rosalind Roach by an effusion of odors and an aurora of hyper-sensuality. She was born this way and she never battled this intrinsic nature. There are some women who seem to emit an oily liquid which comes from their pores, creating a certain wet greasiness which more often than not is highly unpleasant. Mrs. Roach manufactured a private substance that came from her sex. I'm sorry, but I cannot describe it any other way. That peculiar substance blended with her large hazel eyes which always remained calm with the concentration of a vigorous lover.
Mrs. Roach was one of those individuals who by their very essence was born to make love. Her lovely hands, with their long supple strong fingers meticulously cared for, were the hands all men of great discrimination wanted to be caressed by. However, these exquisite hands were never to linger on a man's shoulders or his hips or wind around his powerful love rod. Mrs. Roach was the cause of two suicides. For her love, two notorious business men brought an end to their days. But the grand duchess of New York society favored the fragile type of man, the delicate high-voiced boyish man. Consequently her fourth husband Melvin Roach, a character actor, coincided with her previous choices.
Melvin Roach was sparrowy, with a nervous air, that made one think of a hunted animal. He dressed like the dandy he no doubt was and in a style which was a little bit exaggerated. He wore tails, striped trousers, spats, a wine-coloured tie and a grey top hat with a snappy black bond. He twirled a cane and from the moment he boarded the yacht he never ceased to pose and click his cane like a pesky fop.
Mrs. Roach spied me in my handsome denims and white t-shirt. There was a glint in her eye and she nodded hello with a flourish which gave me a sense of importance. I smiled sheepishly and began to rub the wooden mast more enthusiastically.
I can't say that I found her more attractive than Nora from the very beginning. She was another sort of woman for me. My first impression usually stays with me and she represented the matronly aunt who is seductive in a familiar way. She was to be considered as quite a 'de-virginizer' of young men. From the moment I saw the gleam in her hazel eyes, I felt that I had been chosen to drink in her very substance. I will let you know if I was wrong or not.
As night fell I was summoned to Hilda's cabin one-half hour after dinner. I meekly knocked on the door and the deep resolute voice of Mrs. Rugt bade me enter.
"Please have a seat Peter and just keep out of the way until I ask you to help me."
In the corner chair I noticed Paul Rugt calmly smoking a cigarette. I was able to just make out the form for he was entirely in shadow since the lamp light was turned in the center of the room. Nora was questioning Hilda.
"To whom should you come if you wish to play?" she was brandishing a thin horse-whip to my astonishment.
"I wasn't thinking, Mrs. Rugt. I only want to have fun with you. I love you so," Hilda stammered.
"But you couldn't wait to ask my permission?" she flamed. "So I'll have to show you what it is like to have fun with someone else." Nora's eyes were spots of burning coals.
"Take off your clothes my little pet, while Peter goes calling on Jack Dill," Nora commanded the girl.
A snap of the whip got the girl across the face and without a seconds hesitation she slipped off her blouse. I stood there looking at her shapely shoulders and her firm breasts which wanted to bounce out of the light bra she was wearing.
"Peter please don't stand there gaping. Go get Mr. Dill immediately and tell him we have need of him." Her dynamism was not to be questioned and as much as I wanted to see the lovely Hilda peel, I was forced to obey.
A few minutes I later re-entered the cabin with the powerful stevedore. Hilda was completely in the nude and standing with her hands crossed about her shoulders resembling a helpless martyr.
The girl was built like a miniature Godiva and her white skin sparkled in the light that spotlighted her.
"Peter go to the cabinet and get some vaseline."
I almost stumbled over the lamp cord but managed to come back with the vaseline in good order. I was holding the tube in my hand when Nora Rugt explained my duty.
"Squeeze out some of it and apply it to Hilda's hole. The rear one which is commonly called the 'anus.'"
I did not know what to do. If I refused, I would never know Hilda's ass-hole. The idea of tampering with it without any preliminary flirting intrigued me.
I walked up to the girl and asked her kindly if she would spread her legs and then her cheeks apart. A crack of the whip which caught her on the shoulder made her obey my meek request.
With a thick blob of the gluey vaseline, I slipped my sticky hand between her two apple halves. After a minor exploration, I discovered her tiny aperture. As I wiggled my index finger to penetrate the tight hole, she stiffened up her buttocks. Once again the whip ordained her ease.
I pushed my finger in a little farther. All the time I felt Hilda pushing out against my finger. Her tight ass hole seemed to grip my finger and not let it escape. I was a bit perplexed and was wondering how I would free my imprisoned finger. I screwed it out and the vaseline helped me do so. I took another dab of vaseline and this time my finger slipped in with less difficulty.
"Alright Peter. I think that will be sufficient. And now you will see what happens to little girls who are disobedient."
"But I didn't disobey. I just wanted ..."
Another crack of the whip found its mark on Hilda's curvaceous flank. It reddened and she howled with pain.
"Jack you know what I want you to do. Show Hilda what happens when she plays with strangers."
Jack Dill unloosened his belt and I was sure that the poor gamine was going to be in for a real slashing. He lowered his trousers and his under shorts and kicked them loose. Mr. Dill was standing in his boots with the lower portion of his torso completely naked. The most troubling sight was the fire hose cock that swung out from his hairy lower belly.
Roughly I estimated this amazing penis to be anywhere from 8 to 9 inches long and about as thick as a good-sized police club. Then everything jelled and I knew why the vaseline was used and what my finger was supposed to imitate. For a second I felt sick inside with the realization that Dill was counting on plugging the rear crack of little Hilda. Beads of sweat poured down my brow. I asked to be excused.
"Oh no. You must witness this. It is very important for you to understand our methods ..." Nora was firm in her measures so I stayed.
The husky brute took his place behind the blond wisp of a girl and braced himself as though he were ready to fall in the saddle.
From the first contact with the massive sausage, Hilda's face lit up in horror. She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes as though she was undergoing an extreme annoyance of constipation. However this was far worse than constipation.
The good sailor Dills bludgeon stiffened gradually and pointed at her ass-hole. His large hands circled around the hips of the young girl and he pulled her in.
A blood-curdling cry streamed from Hilda's trembling lips as she felt the first thrust and probably the head of the huge prick as it gained ground.
"Enough of those stupid outbursts. Paul give me your handkerchief." Her husband complied with her request stoically. Nora stuffed the hanky into the poor girl's mouth.
Inch my inch, Dill forced in his gigantic pickle. (I'm not trying to make a play of words. But that cock of his was as bumpy and thick as the fattest pickle you ever saw).
Hilda seemed to be choking on the handkerchief. For every time Jack slipped in a few notches she seemed to swallow some of the hanky. I was emphatically feeling everything she was and we probably had equal amounts of beads of sweat covering our foreheads.
"Peter you better apply some vaseline to Jack's penis so it will penetrate easier."
I rubbed vaseline over the swollen cock which appeared to lose its natural color of red and brown and to turn purple, probably from the lack of circulation. I noticed Dill's eyes were charged with passion but that his forehead was steaming with wet perspiration. That made three of us.
While I was applying the sticky substance I saw a streak of red coming from the ass of fair Hilda. I almost passed out when I realized it was blood.
I tried to pull Dill's cock out from purely humanitarian reasons but my hand slipped on the stiff dong. It was useless, for Dill was driving home for all he was worth.
Hilda's fine features contorted and it was little wonder. The quaint little damsel was practically being ripped in two. Jack was all over her pumping away and from his looks apparently liking it. If he had seen Hilda's contracted face, would he have gone on?
I stopped posing silly innocent questions when I noticed something astonishing. Hilda perked up and a look of surprise beamed around her lovely eyes. One would think she was beginning to enjoy it. I could only think that she was tired fighting off the insufferable pain and decided to bear with it. Soon she was grinding away as though she had asked to participate.
Nora was horrified to see that her punishment was now being taken for pleasure. I was soon to learn that she was submitting to a jealous panic that welled up inside her. She could not bear the idea that her Hilda should enjoy sexual behavior with anyone but herself. And before her very eyes, Hilda was reeling with excitement at every stroke of the massive prick conscientiously applied by a lusty representative of the male species.
Nora lifted her whip high and let it land right off the left ear of the impassioned young girl. Instead of bringing Hilda's frenzy to a halt it seemed to heighten her ecstasy. Nora let rip with another stinging slap of the whip which caught the smiling girl under the breasts. But the blond lass giggled gleefully. Another stroke of the whip forced the girl to her knees, but she was evidently numbed by the excessive brutalization coming from the two opposite directions.
"I'll teach you my little slut. Your insolence has brought my temper to an ultimate pitch. Take care, I warn you." Nora unloosened another terrible thrashing.
It appeared as though she was were going to beat the half-unconscious child into oblivion. I would have leaped upon the murderous Mrs. Rugt in an attempt to stop her excessive ruthlessness, if it had not been for the intervention of her husband who warned:
"Don't get mixed up in this. I'll handle everything."
He went to his stormy wife and literally tore her dress off. I felt sure she would turn her whip loose on him too. But instead she paid no attention and started to beat Jack Dill as well.
"You ignorant stevedore. You have no manners, no finesse. You are only concerned with your own putrid pleasure. Here is something to remember me by!" And with this scathing attack she let fly a few thunderous cracks of the mighty whip.
She looked like a savage who has ripped her clothes to pieces when Paul had finished with her. I can't say that I found this unappealing. Her great voluptuous fruits seemed to ripen and overflow. The bronzed goddess, standing half naked, unleashed her fury and I was dazzled by her magnificent emotions.
Her husband leaped upon her gaining full contact with her violent enraged body.
"My love I can't resist you when you are like this. You become more attractive and bewitching by the minute. Oh, my darling let me plunge into your rear."
Not for a moment did she stop her rampage and her slashing. Dill was humped to the floor with his huge form resting over the minuscule Hilda.
Paul Rugt had one aim and that was to enjoy himself. His eyes brightened as he penetrated his wife's behind. He was well-equipped to do so for he possessed a long prick which stiffened properly. Mr. Rugt followed every move of his dominating wife. She appeared to be carrying the esthetic man on her back.
"Ah, how I love to be in your entrails when you lash out with passion. I want to partake in that love that you never share with me. Nora, come, harmonize with me for I love you so." Outside of myself, Paul was the only lucid member of the hellish séance.
Nora huffed and puffed and allowed her whip to fall to the ground. She was quite weary from giving her all. Her movement changed and she ground in a certain rhythm that appeared to please her husband. Paul was enraptured.
What a sight I had before me. Two flogged bodies huddle on the floor contrasting with two rhythmic lovers slowly backing toward a chair. Paul and Nora finally sat down and all the time their vibrations continued. Paul kept his upright dick buried deep within the goddess's womb.
"Come Peter don't stand there like a little lost lamb. Lick my breasts dear. See how big and hard they are just for you."
Nora was never vulgar and I loved her for this. After all she had been through or better yet, after all she had dished out she remained a lady. I couldn't help but be attracted to such a person. My hatred for her, for I must admit I tried to hate her cruelty, evaporated.
Before you could say Jack Pecker I was tonguing away at her hardened nipples. What a joy it was placing my mouth around those wonderful titties. I sucked away and even snapped a bite or two. I even imagined that she was enjoying it. However, I could not be sure for there were two people who were adding to her pleasure.
Suddenly Paul sung a melody. It was a long slow wailing of pleasure. At that very minute I thought her teats tasted different, but then again I am gifted with an extraordinary imagination.
Paul disengaged himself from his pretty wife and just slumped back in the chair.
"Place your fingers down by my crotch Peter. You have so much to learn." She said this while digging her supple fingers in my hair.
My trembling hand went downward to her lower belly. I felt a bush of silken hair and my safari continued. Between her thighs I felt a damp region which started to thrill me. My penis was already hard but this find gave it a new stiffness. I pressed my burning rod up against her abdomen.
Just as my interest was really creeping to a high pitch, Nora pushed me away. I was taken aback by this sudden gesture and was forced back to reality when I saw Hilda and Jack Dill regain a standing position.
Nora sprang for her whip. For the first time since I have known her she swore. Never before had I heard such foul language. She brandished the whip like a general would a sword. Nora aimed to kill or at least shed buckets of blood.
Jack Dill whisked the frightened blond teenager out of the room and stood his ground with the flaming tigress.
Dill was obliged to take whip lashes on his arms, chest and face before he reached Nora's furious right hand. He managed to take the whip away. And when he did, he received a burst of spittle that ran off his cheek. He lifted his arm to strike the enraged woman, but her glare burned into him and he dropped his threatening arm and walked to the door.
"Get out of here, Dill and leave the whip dangling from the door. Thank you for the splendid evening, I shall never forget it."
The only words that the bedraggled Jack Dill could utter were "I'm sorry." He timidly closed the door behind him. I noticed that he carried the whip with him.
I thought him daring to disobey the powerful proprietor of the expensive yacht. But with his broad shoulders I was sure he had nothing to fear.
"Peter, will you please get the whip that is dangling outside the door," she asked.
I responded rather quickly more out of curiosity than anything else.
Sure enough, the whip was there.
"Now you may go to sleep. We will see you for breakfast at seven," she assumed the politeness she was capable of.
On my way to my cabin I wondered where Hilda would sleep that night. I was sure she wouldn't dare enter her cabin for fear of facing a beating worse than death.