Chapter 5

In my cabin I tried to gather my thoughts and see everything in its proper proportion. Let me tell you that it wasn't easy. The first idea that I had was to leave the ship. This notion dwindled rapidly away when I thought of the magnificent body of Nora Rugt, the terrifying sensuality of Mrs. Roach and the lithe body of the intimidated Hilda.

It was on this yacht I would learn about women. Well, at least three special ones

A thought occurred to me somewhat abruptly. There were four men for three women. I remember reading somewhere that women generally were physically stronger than men. It may well be true. Here was the evidence to prove it. Hilda was able to withstand the gigantic implement of torture dealt by Jack Dill, Mrs. Dill literally seduced Paul Rugt and Nora Rugt resolved her pleasure with two men. But the great proof of all was the cowering of Jack Dill before the terrible Nora.

It was apparent that aboard this craft, that the female sex was dominant. It only remained to be seen who would be the most dominant among them.

I undressed myself and climbed into my bunk quite naked which is my usual custom. Before turning out the light, I conjured up the various images that were before my eyes not so long ago. The very impulse of these majestic photos caused my dick to go hard. I kicked away the covers to give my young penis breathing room.

I was becoming sexually stimulated. It is curious how the mere engagement in sexual acts induce a sexual longing that becomes more and more frequent.

For the first time in many years I was debating whether to masturbate or not. My hand clutched my prick and started to stroke when a knocking at my door jarred me from my bed.

"Wait a minute please," I shouted, sure that it would be the woeful Hilda.

I opened the door and was ready to receive the sobbing kid. Vaguely and indiscriminately dressed, I wasn't prepared to be timid about my nakedness.

Lo and behold, it wasn't Hilda at all. It was Rosalind Roach who slithered in and closed the door ever so silently behind her.

"I've come to see you. I hope you will excuse the hour, but I couldn't sleep. It must be the excitement of the trip, don't you think?"

I invited her to sit down, but she would not have anything of it and asked me to climb into my bed before I catch cold.

Once in my bed, Rosalind sat down at my side and her very presence brought palpitations to my stiff, arrogant cock.

"You know we should be friends aboard. We have so much to give one another." Her eyes were fastened on the bulge which was just too apparent.

Her hand rested on my thigh and I thought that I would burn up. Her eyes widened and narrowed and her face came to mine. Before I had a chance to examine the situation, her mouth enclosed upon my slim tender lips. She cajoled me into opening my oral chasm and then sucked my tongue. When I hid my tongue, she penetrated my mouth with her own in deep-searching pursuit. Her supple organ washed my inner wall clean and then I was lured to explore her warm oral mystery. Our tongues entwined and we lay there in a clinging passionate embrace.

I felt her hand slide back covers. And then to give her more leeway, I managed to get one leg free and push away the rest of the sheet. If she were after my hard-on, than I wanted to make sure she would find it without any trouble.

She rubbed my belly, always manipulating her warm hand in the most reasonable way. Rosalind continued to embrace me with her fluttering tongue. Her sensual hand moved down toward my thighs and they spread apart limply.

I don't think at the time I reflected that I was being ravaged by a woman. Nothing like this occurred to me. I felt that everything was going about normally and that I had nothing to complain about. In other words, I assumed that she was having as much fun as I was. And to a degree this was unquestionably true.

Her fingers tickled my balls and her index finger crept up my flagpole which was waving with all its force. The head of my penis was about to burst and I bit into Rosalind's tongue in order to hold back from spilling love substance.

She returned the bite with a squeeze of my prick. Rosalind must have felt my suffocation which was one of extreme excitement. Her lips unlocked from mine and she moved down to my cock. I felt her mouth envelop over the stiff rod and my back stiffened to hold back from shooting my load.

I took two deep breaths and regained my calm or least the little I was capable of possessing. All the while, Rosy gluttonously licked my amorous prick.

My two free hands caressed her hair which completely covered her head and did not permit her face to appear. How I wanted to see her suck me off. I wanted so much to see those big lips lap up my pecker.

Her mouth pumped up and down until I was dizzy. Her tongue licked around the head of my penis as though she were tasting a lolly-pop. Her right hand cupped my balls and her index finger remained at the bottom of my shaft.

Then it came. I had the feeling that my midsection was going to explode. I gritted my teeth and then all at once let out a loud bellow. I felt my prick throb in her mouth and my limbs seemed to melt with joyous ecstasy.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Mrs. Roach's ardent face all aglow. There was some liquid streaming from her mouth. Then she gulped and I looked at her awestruck. She had just swallowed my substance. It must have been a lot, for not only was I young but I could feel a flow spurting that could have filled up a good-sized glass.

"That was good. I've had my nourishment for tonight. And besides, what's really important, you've enjoyed yourself. Anyway, I hope you did?"

She was so frank and nonchalant about it that I could only say:

"Yes ... it ... it was ... fine."

I still couldn't get over the shock. It was the first time I had ever been blowed. But to swallow it ... well, I was still very impressionable.

"Now you can do me a favor. I think as two future lovers we should learn to cooperate and give tit for that."

If she meant that I was going to do the same thing, she was dead wrong. I might get sick or become perverted. I would absolutely have nothing to do with it.

"I think we should try it another time. It's late and I will have to get up early tomorrow morning and there will be loads of work to do. Another time will be just fine." I tried to be cagey and make her leave.

"You mean you want to be selfish. That's no way to behave. You have to learn how to satisfy people in life to get along with them. But if that's the way you feel, I don't think I'll let you feel my fine nylon hose."

And with that she placed her exquisite womanly leg on my chest.

When I saw the gorgeous meaty leg which was resting between my chest and abdomen, I perked up. Another part of me perked up also. I rubbed her inner thigh and she caressed my chest. One hearty squeeze told me that this woman was luscious and not to be denied.

Suddenly she jumped up from the bed and said:

"Well good night. If you really don't?"

"Oh I do, but I thought it might be a little too late for you." I tried to lie out of it.

Mrs. Roach lowered her panties and just let it drop on the floor. When she came near the bed this time she straddled me and I was looking into the mouth of her hairy cunt. It emitted an odor that I will never forget. It was a cross between perfume, sweat and come. I was drawn to its very mystery.

What a magnificent bush she had. Her hairs were curly and soft and spread like a V from her moistened crack.

She lifted a thigh in the air and my mouth rushed to it. I took a bite out of that wonderful mound of flesh and it ensnared my head like a walnut. I madly drunk in her scent and my mouth met the lips of her pungent pussy.

I licked all around the upper thighs and went from the thin hairs to the thicker ones. I couldn't really say I liked it at first but then again it had something indescribably delicious about it.

"Use your tongue and lips together," she helped. (She needn't have, because I was becoming quite precocious.)

I was lapping up her nectar and enjoying it ever so slightly. And then she let loose with a tumultuous roar. It was like the sound of the wind coming from a deep cave. She trembled and then twisted and tightened and then hummed a great ... HMMMM.

I kept my lips fastened to her liquid opening. I even kept tonguing away for it wasn't at all unpleasant. Then everything stopped and she sat up and kissed me on the corner of the mouth.

"Now I'm going to let you sleep. You're a wonderful boy and you show promise. I will have to teach you more for there is so much to learn."

She donned her pants and went to the mirror to straighten out her hair.

With a toss of her head she waved goodbye and softly closed the door behind her.

I was alone and wilted with a curious satisfaction. Before I could reflect about it I was well on the way to dreamland.

The alarm rang at 6:30 and I tumbled my tired body out of the bunk which served as a love nook not many hours ago. My head was spinning and I remembered very little at the time what had taken place.

I scratched my noggin and groggily walked over to the wash basin. I looked in the mirror and saw a bedraggled face reflected in the grim light of the cabin. A dose of cold water splashing over the nape of my neck refreshed and shook me back to the reality I had veered from.

While putting on my trousers, I made up my mind to leave the ship. Remaining with these people would be a most trying affair. And the worst of it, I'll have to admit, there was a part of me that enjoyed it. I like being among sensual people who show a uniqueness about themselves. However, I wasn't resolved to the acceptance of punishment inflicted upon Hilda. A momentary thought caught my fancy and I saw myself rescuing the little nymph from these devils. A poem came from my sleepy lips. You probably remember it:

"Gayly bedight a gallant knight

In sunshine and in shadow

Had journeyed long singing a song

In search of El Dorado."

I changed the last word to 'Hildarado.' And that's the way I saw myself. Yes, I was a young dashing knight on board a pirate yacht which was ripping the high seas with a captured innocent blond beauty.

Ah, how young I was and pretentious which is certainly a trait of youth. But I was idealistic and that counted more than all the sensuality and sordidness that Nora Rugt was capable of administering.

I would side with Hilda and keep her from being tortured unnecessarily. Even if I had to exchange blows with a heavyweight like Jack Dill, I would defend her to the death.

You are quite aware that this is just the ranting of a raw brazen kid. At the time, I believed in what I thought. In fact, I am very honest and you can believe what I think and say because I really do believe in myself.

At breakfast I laid my plans to sneak in a few words to Hilda. I was going to tell her to be brave and that we would escape together. Carefully, I eyed everyone of the group in order to keep from exposing my program.

"My how we've got underway without any trouble. The boat is moving extremely smoothly. I remember when we hit that storm off the bay of ..."

I didn't stop to listen, but just excused myself rapidly and headed for the upper deck. When I reached the poop deck, I saw that we were jugging out of the harbor at a pretty fast clip. All my thoughts of heroism went up in flames. It was evident that I would have to wait before I could make a decisive move.

I came back to the dining cabin with a dejected expression on my face. Nora Rugt was the first to notice my discontentment, but she seemed to be subtle and diplomatic about it.

"What's wrong Peter, already seasick? Come, come what shall you do once we are on the high seas?"

Everyone appeared amused by my uneasiness and Hilda burst out giggling. Of all the people who had to make me ridiculous; why Hilda? I hated her for that.

"No I'm not seasick. I thought I left something behind," I said this somewhat annoyed.

"Well it's a bit late now, my boy," Paul Rugt said placing a hand on my shoulder.

He was about the best one of the lot. If I were going to have a friend aboard, it most likely would be him. Rosalind gave me a big smile as I fondly gazed upon Paul Rugt. I smiled back with an obviously insincere tilted half-moon smile.

It was too apparent to all that I was not at ease in this setting. Nora had a puzzled discontented look about her and I knew she was thinking of the problem she would have with me.

"Peter, I want to speak to you after breakfast. I think it would be wise to straighten a few things out. Come to my cabin at nine."

The rest of breakfast passed in heavy silence.

As scheduled, I knocked on Nora's door at nine sharp. A soft voice asked me to come in and I did.

Nora was seated on her bed filling her nails. She was dressed in a thin white negligee that revealed all her charms.

"Sit down Peter and tell me what's wrong. You don't seem happy?" she did not look up but said this while filing her long feline cuticles.

"Oh nothing's wrong," I lied. "I guess I'm just a little homesick."

"Well that will pass, but I'm not sure whether that's the only reason," this time she looked up in earnest.

"I just have to get used to thing aboard, that's all." I tried to wiggle out of this uncomfortable conversation.

"Come over here Peter and sit by me." Her voice had an order in it and I obeyed. Once on the bed beside her, I lowered my head timidly. She continued. "From the time we met you were hypnotized by me. I knew what you wished for, it showed all over you. But do you think I can give my treasures so easily. What would I get in return from a paltry boy like you? What can you offer me? You came aboard not so much to work but to try something else. You came more out of an obsession than a realistic need of work. I'm not bragging when I tell you that I was part of the obsession."

I dared to look up and caught the brightness of her brown eyes. They seemed to dig into the very heart of matters. I was astonished by her brilliance.

"You are a coward Peter, to not be able to face your own original convictions. And besides you want something without working for it. You are too clean-cut, too innocent and this means you lack imagination."

This was something I didn't like to hear but she continued to belittle me.

"I don't like jelly-fish. I adore real character. Only when you prove that you are worthy, only then will I submit to you with my entire being."

She seemed to know my innermost thoughts for she was expressing them quite clearly. More than anything I wanted Nora Rugt. She was the real reason that I stayed. The hunt for a job started with a whim. The whim went as far as Nora and then I was caught. I revolted, perhaps like Paul her hammered husband or Jack, the stevedore who was melted-down slag, but to no avail. The woman was fantastic. Her very presence sent my head a whirl. I was feverish with lust. That superb body glittered before my pale eyes.

She touched my cock over my pants ever so faintly and I thought it would burst open. Terrors of terrors, this woman had bewitched me. Maybe I was too young, maybe too inexperienced, but whatever it was, I was hooked.

"Someday you might know me and I promise not to disappoint you. But busy yourself for that time. Be obedient and do as I say and your turn will come."

She patted my cheek and I turned rose-colored like a warm baby. Nora was every inch a woman with her taunting and tactics. I was forced to submit.

"This afternoon we are going to have a love séance and everyone will be present. You will participate and not think too much I hope..." she was telling me and not asking me.

Indeed the ad in the newspaper was not wrong this was going to be a pleasure cruise and what pleasure. But I vaguely philosophized that all pleasure must be paid for and how was I going to pay. My first thought was admittedly a puritanical one and my second notion counter-balanced the moral thought; in brief, wasn't pleasure of one sort or another what everyone was seeking? I convinced myself that it was an even looked forward to the afternoon that would bring me in close contact with these most unusual people.

"Today you will learn what you could never have learned in school. You see, Peter, we are a part of a cult that had prevailed through history. You can see that we are marked by aristocracy and consequently in search of a refined and sometimes terrifying pleasure!"

Her superb eyes widened and the expansive landscape I saw within was extraordinarily lovely.

"You perhaps never guessed that Hilda is a member of the noble family of Hapsburg. Although she is an orphan and in our charge, little Hildy is our angel and devil at the same time."

I had seen her treated like a devil but when would she be respected as an angel?

"Paul comes from a royal English family and you already know that the Roaches are distinguished in their own right."

I wanted to ask about Jack Dill and his wife and while I was thinking of them, Nora already read my thoughts.

"You are wondering about Dill and his wife. Well, they are part of the serving group and only a foolish elite would deny the sauce and temperament that the working class had to offer. We want to taste everything. And that is why we have chosen a plain young middle class youngster like yourself."

With these finely put words I was categorized. There was no way to react against them. Nora Rugt was right. I came from the heart of the middle class and it showed in all my attitudes and sentiments. But I was ambitious and willing to learn and was happy to be invited by such an important social set.

"About tea time this afternoon," she kissed the corner of my mouth and bade me farewell.