Chapter 7
Our eyes and hearts and minds were bleary and what we remember of that unforgettable afternoon is not what joy and sorrow we traversed, but the incredible scene between Dill and Nora.
Jack Dill's great muscular arm gradually descended and as slowly as it lowered to his side his massive sex began to swell and swell.
I had never seen an instrument such as Dill presented his mistress Nora Rugt. When I was a kid, I stopped to look at the horses we had grazing in our pasture. When they would piss, they often got hard and I recall thinking of the poor unfortunate mare that would have to put up with it.
Dill was standing before Nora with a prick that was twice the size as the one he had thrust into Hilda. What made it grow to that size I will never know?
He placed his huge arm around Nora's trim waist and bent her backwards. He arched his back and aimed his huge cannon at the opening of her silken pussy.
Nora's head fell back and her body took on a pose that was so gorgeous to see that my organ which was already stiffening reached a steel-like hard-on. It is true that she was partially dressed, but in her newfound lust she was shedding her clothes rapidly.
Her skin gleamed radiantly and her breasts and nipples stuck out as proudly and arrogantly as Nora herself.
Circling around like a great weapon taking its final aim, Dill's bursting cock found the wet love lips of his wilting tigress. The head of the great prick rubbed around the feverish entrance as though it were teasing. All at once Dill sunk his staff into the ripe warm cunt. Nora took every inch and bit by bit spread open demonstrating her appreciation of Jack's burning talent.
Nora's hands tore at the black slippery locks of hair and the mighty fingers of Jack Dill clasped Nora's back as though it were a mast.
The lovers slipped to the bunk behind them. The hefty sailor bit into the luscious neck and his huge hand cupped the bottom cheeks of the full-rounded ass.
My cock was aching and I had to do something about it. Mag was on the other side of Paul Rugt and Mrs. Roach had her legs entangled in the cord. Hilda absolutely refused to be violated by me at such a crucial time which involved her utmost sentiments, namely her love for Nora.
The only aperture which was at my disposal was the slim pale ass of homely Melvin Roach. But there were no two ways about it. I had to shoot off my steam.
With one eye on Nora and Jack and the other on the back end of Melvin, I entered the fuzzy hole without any commotion. A slight purr arose from Melvin and everyone was content.
Jack's powerful hips kept up a sturdy sea rhythm which harmonized with the rock and roll of the great lady. I was besides myself and pushing in and out of the tickled Melvin. The poor fellow was in ecstasy and never gave a thought of the pain he was forced to endure.
The lusty stroked of the ardent sailor became more feverish and the two amorous ones seemed to be pitching over great waves. It was a marvelous sight to watch their splendid bodies work in perfect rhythm. I tried the same on defenseless Melvin and he liked every new variation.
Their bodies glistened in the grim cabin light. A slight perspiration gave their limbs a shimmer and they resembled ads for sun-tan lotion. They were capable of doing just that, for their vital assets were better than any ad I ever saw.
Suddenly a groan of pleasure filled the room. It was a shrill hum and seemed to shake in every pore of the delighted body known as Dill.
Then Nora's pleasure broke. She seemed to climb a few octaves and then all at once a great victorious cry rang out like wild bells. Nora shivered in her glorious state.
Melvin's turn followed and he screeched with pleasure and finally melted to the floor like the wax of a candle. As for myself, I silently ejaculated but I closed my eyes and felt my great pain dissolve as the great clearing opened up.
Hours passed and our tired bodies heaped together found the soothing satisfaction of sleep. Some of us stirred and performed various antics. In the dead of night we were all released by a soothed contented Nora.
She cut off our ties and whisked us all off to bed. It was amazing how docile we all were despite the trying affair we had passed through.
A thought occurred to me and I dared ask Nora a pointed question that troubled me. I perked up.
"If all of us were down here in your cabin, who was steering the boat?"
She laughed and smiled with the gracious smile I had been duped with.
"We have an automatic pilot guided by radar which points toward our destination."
"And what is our destination?" I was unusually inquisitive for such an early hour.
"You will see shortly." And with that she hustled me out of her room.
The following day needless to say I awoke at a late hour. The yacht seemed to appear unnaturally silent. I went on deck and watched a grey fog enshroud the boat. The sea whispered a dirge and my Adam's apple juggled in my throat.
I was thinking of our destination. It had to be somewhere. Would we arrive in three days or three months? It was hopeless to extract anything from the reluctant Nora. The woman was all secret. As for the others I really didn't think they would know.
I was invaded by a momentary fright. Was this trip going to be my last? Everything was so strange. My life took on a new dimension. For the very first time in my life I became reflective and thoughtful.
I tried to analyze the capers of the night before. I had discovered love or, at least, an element of it. Not only with a woman, an outstanding one at that, but also a man. And that man was her husband of all things. Then I asked myself a flood of questions and the answers I gave confused me more than ever.
When I gazed over the starboard, I noticed the wind acting up and instinctively felt that a storm was approaching. Down deep I had a sensation of acute nausea and I stumbled to the railing to throw up.
Once relieved, I headed down to my cabin. When I got there I was astonished to see that I had a visitor. My guest was pretty and young. It was none other than the ravishing Hilda. She appeared to be sulking and I was determined to find out what was wrong.
"What's wrong Hilda?" I tried with a great deal of tenderness.
She made a wry face and walked toward the port hole.
"You can tell me. I'm your friend." I crept up to her golden hair and laid my hand on her shoulder but she shrugged it off.
"Well what did you come for?" It was good to get it straightened out.
Hilda bit her lip and she seemed to have some tears in her eyes. Evidently there was something wrong and it would be best to get to the bottom of it there and then.
"Has it anything to do with last night?" I sensed the grievance and she buried her face in her two small hands.
She whimpered and said with some blurted sobs,
"It's Nora. She doesn't love me anymore. She prefers a loathsome male over me. I can't stand it anymore."
I really didn't see what was so wrong with a woman preferring a male. And Jack Dill was a fine specimen. Ah women, I would never understand them.
"I've been betrayed and I need your help." She turned quickly and her deep blue eyes opened wide and fixed themselves on my lips.
"I'll help if there is anything I could do." Once again I was placing myself in the role of a hero. I had a weakness for this little damsel.
"If you help me I'll do anything you ask," she begged me with her eyes.
"What can we do?" I questioned.
"We have to get rid of Jack Dill," she said vigorously.
I looked into her strange eyes and captured the meaning. I was to plot a crime with her. And yet there was nothing to all of it. A slip of kid who was jealous because her governess loved a handsome sailor.
"What do you mean by 'get rid of Jack Dill?'" I knew but I wanted to make sure.
"We are going to tie him up and throw him overboard." She was so intense with her words that I really believe she meant it. Her heart-shaped face was alive with maliciousness.
I was at loss for words and completely bewildered by the little temptress. It was more than true that I was slowly falling in love with her. I felt my heart pounding out love messages.
"We'll have to think of a plan. You know? A way in which we can lure him into the trap." I played the game trying to convince her that she had a willing accomplice.
I did not want to harm Jack Dill even if I could. What I desired was the milk-coloured flesh of winsome Hilda. Even if I had to lie, which would be the first time in my life, I would do so to obtain this delicious morsel of a waif.
"Oh, Peter, I love you for that." She placed her soft white hand against my cheek.
I looked longingly into the deep profound pools that stared back at me.
I bent forward to kiss the young girl, but she pushed me away and said.
"Not now, later," she turned her back on me. "After it's all finished."
"In that case I won't go through with it." I knew that I could not have confidence in this young sorceress.
She spun around and glared angrily at me.
"You don't trust me? Alright, I'll prove it to you. You can have me right now. It will be the first time that I have given myself willingly to a man."
She did not at all look as though she were going to enjoy it. Hilda did not hesitate in stripping herself.
"Turn around. I don't want you to see me. I'll climb into bed and then you can come and hump me."
That was fair enough. I did as she bade and waited patiently for the moment when I could join her.
"I'm ready now," she echoed.
It did not take me long to undress myself. My pants flew in one direction and my socks in another. Finally, I was going to really screw the young girl I loved.
I slid under the covers and felt her warm presence close to my throbbing heated body. Only our heads remained outside of the covers.
If you had seen us then, you would have thought we were two innocents who did not know the first thing about the art of fucking. You would have smiled gingerly and insisted that the two cherubs were just too young to know and that all they could or would do was wrestle and squeeze each other under the covers.
What we had both gone through quite recently and what Hilda knew too well stripped us of all innocence. Just looking at her young face with its lack of wrinkles and torment trapped me into believing that I would at long last realize my ambition. And that was to seduce Hilda and bring her out of the sordid control of the monstrous Nora Rugt.
"Come closer, my darling," I cooed.
She complied. Our lips met and we kissed for better or worse. I injected my tongue in her luscious cool mouth and felt the freshness of her youth.
Suddenly her small teeth clamped down on my adventurous tongue and I let out a muffled howl. She would not let go. I was forced to pinch her nipples. And every time I would squeeze harder she would bite deeper into my tongue.
I must have suffered terribly because I remember punching her in the belly. This did not make her give up her possession but just forced her to fight back. This time she dug her fingernails into my flanks.
We tugged at each other furiously. My pain turned to passion and I felt a certain power well up within me. I brought her tender warm body close to me and grasped her two cheeks (the ones that form the ass) and forced them apart.
This little gesture without any real meaning seemed to make her yield for the moment and she released my tongue. But she did not withdraw her temperament of a young lynx. She took a healthy bite out of my shoulders.
This time I did not whimper and that was probably due to my sudden burst of anger. I jammed my forefinger up her ass-hole as I had done before. (I was conscious of what I wanted and how I was going about getting to it.)
One of Hilda's legs climbed up along my hip and she tried to embrace me in a scissor grip. This left the tiny battler open. My rod which was in perfect shape nipped at her young snatch. With one fell swoop I entered that tight hole of hers, all the while holding a brutal finger up her fanny.
Her cunt and all that it contained was a perfect fit for me. Maybe it had been enlarged by our proposed future victim, but if this were so I was all the more grateful to him.
The pretty little fraulein fought for her life and beat upon my chest. It sounded like a drum until I smothered her blows by bringing her body next to my own.
Her entire action was suspended and she was forced to acknowledge that she had been defeated. But her little feminine brain was still working and scheming and I was wondering what she would do next.
For a few minutes we simply lay there locked or rather it was Hilda who was locked in my grip.
I began to move rhythmically in an effort to excite the inert girl. I could not tell whether this had any effort on her, but speaking for myself I felt an unequalled pleasure stream through my lower abdominal region.
Then she returned my movement and soon we were grinding away like two veteran humpers.
She arched and gave me more room to penetrate her humid crotch. Her mouth sought mine. I was a little skeptical at first but I decided to take a chance on this new behavior. This time she gave me her mouth like a delicious plum and I licked out the juice of my youth-lover.
I crept on top her and gently rolled in and out. Even the movement of the yacht helped us to improvise our love. I sucked on one breast and then glided to the neck, I laid a loving kiss and tongue rolled up to her mouth and once again I was drinking in her fervency.
Up and down I went. All the way in and all the way out. I felt glorious astride my little heroine. She remained limp with her eyes closed and mouth half-opened. To every wiggle I made she returned it with her own version. She would improve upon my movement and excite me all the more. I was enthralled by this creature and her submission which came about unexpectedly. With true love I kissed her golden locks and pushed every inch of my cock into her tight, wet pussy.
What bliss. Soon I would discharge my love juice into the melted beauty and her eyes would softly open and she would see how much I was in love with her.
This vision enraptured me as I fucked away, climbing higher toward the climax.
And then I felt my back tighten and all my muscles flex. I was going to come. Spurt by spurt, I emptied my balls into the cunny of the shimmering golden Hilda. I sang a hymn of 'ah's' as my body shivered under the tremendous effort of joyful release.
Suddenly Hilda opened her eyes. But not as I had expected her to. She loathed me and there was a defiance in her look that dethroned me from my rapid pleasure. Then, gritting her teeth, she began to slap me. She flailed out with her right hand and then her left and they both caught me on the cheeks. She continued without a let-up.
I was too perplexed to react. I was shaken from one pole to another in the space of a few seconds. From a grand pleasure to a loathsome punishment, which was entirely unwarranted.
She went too far, that little one. I got angry and slapped her back with a great deal of force. We soon exchanged blow for blow. She wouldn't quit and my slaps became more vigorous and much harder.
Hilda winced under my swats and I knew I was getting the better of this silly battle. Then she sat up and picked up a pillow and let it fly at my head. I counterattacked with my own pillow.
After awhile, feathers were scattered in the air. We were bathing in a heap of pillow feathers and puffing away as though we had run for miles.
Hilda was not satisfied with this end so she reached out and grabbed my prick which was half-hard and dangling by my thigh. She gave it a squeeze that made me dizzy. I slapped her and warned her to let go. But she just held on and gave it another violent squeeze.
In spite of myself, I grabbed one of her tits and twisted it. This only caused her to become more enraged. Hilda slapped my nuts with her other hand. For a good long second I thought I would pass out.
It is rare for me to attain a high pitch of anger, but for the first time, I became really mad.
With both hands I twisted her titty with vehemence and this caused a shriek which was followed by a sudden burst of hysterical laughter.
She continued to tease and force me into an awkward position of administrating a sound beating.
She howled and bawled and all the time she trembled in such a way that I was beginning to believe she was enjoying the punishment.
I stepped back and watched this baffling girl who had gathered my love and who was forcing me to act against my better judgment.
Hilda was reeling in pain and pleasure. Her mouth was puffed up and her breasts were reddened by my brutal treatment.
She was heaving up some spittle and she seemed a sorrowful sight.
"Hilda please go get some sleep. You'll feel better in the morning," I tried to be reasonable with her.
"I hate you." She did not even bother to look up as she said these biting, cruel words.
"I know. And I only tried to love you. I don't understand." I tried to be friendly.
"You can't understand. You're too dumb," she was merciless in her judgment.
I bit my lip and tried to keep calm. There was no use in renewing our battle.
"I suppose you don't want to help me eliminate Jack Dill!" She knew that the deal was off.
"I think it is foolish. We would both be caught sooner or later."
"You're a coward like I always thought. I don't need you. Nora will learn to love me forever and forever." She started to cry like an infant.
I truly felt sorry for the girl and I even made a jest to try comfort her, but she would have none of it. She flitted toward the cabin door.
"I don't ever want to speak to you again," and with these solemn words she left me knee high in lust. The door slammed and I was left alone with some puzzling thoughts.
My first concern was the loss of my love. Hilda was either mad or not too bright. I might be able to have a few adventures with Mag Dill or Rosalind Roach but where would these lead to? More than anything I hoped to eventually to seduce the queen of them all - Nora Rugt.
I was tired and dejected by the time I put everything in order. I wasn't able to sleep and kept tossing and turning. What a strange adventure I was having! I couldn't have picked a more bewildering group of people.
Where was this all going to lead to and when would I get home? For the first time I was getting homesick, but the thought of the seductive body inhabited by the most perplexing of the lot, Nora Rugt, lulled me to a feverish sleep.