Chapter 8
Movies take all the spontaneity out of life. How often had I seen heroes wake up in white hospital rooms, with angels in white flitting about the place fluffing up his pillows and murmuring words of comfort? Just as often as the hero had asked: "I must be dead... this is heaven!" So, when I came to in a similar situation, I checked the impulse to trot out that cliche. Instead I croaked: "Water!"
A beautiful woman held a glass of water to my lips and let me take a few sips. Doe-like eyes gazed into mine, a cool hand held the back of my neck. Slowly it dawned on me that she was Indonesian or Balinese, and the more I looked at her the more exquisite she became. "There," she said, "that is enough. Now rest."
I followed her with my eyes. She had on a sarong that left one shoulder bare. Her skin was the color of cafe au lait, her hair as black as the night, and her eyes were the shape of small almonds. The sarong was tight enough to give me a fair indication of her body structure. If I hadn't been so weak I would have jumped her right there and then. And thinking about jumpers made me look around to see if I could find my friend.
Tony was in the bed next to mine. His face was badly sunburnt and his lips were kind of tattered. But he had been watching me watching the women, and he grinned painfully. "Delightful, aren't they? There's about three of them and they come in all the time to inspire us to get well soon."
"Now that's what I call medicine!" I said approvingly. The rolling of the boat was evident in the way my body was alternately pushed into the bed and then became lighter. The room was small, a sick bay of sorts, medical supplies behind glass-fronted cabinets, two small scuttles that looked out over a rising and falling ocean, and two beds occupied by us shipwrecked sailors. As my strength returned I checked my person out and found that I was darker than many members of the Baptist church. An excess of vitamin D made me feel sick all over. Even Tony was subdued. The exotic attendants came and went and all we could do was look and plot for the future.
The week's supplies had lasted us three days. Somehow neither of us could believe that there wouldn't be a ship on the Pacific to pick us up. But after the last drop of fresh water had been consumed and the last cigarette had been smoked, there was an ominous pause in our lives. Nothing came by, not even a poaching Japanese fishing vessel or a lost submarine. Nothing. Then a gust of wind had blown away the tarpaulin. Tony and I had retreated into sleep and later into comas.
But under the expert care of our Indonesian nurses we were soon up and about again. They fed us carefully but well, took us for little walks on deck, and provided us with sarongs of our own. Two days after coming to we were introduced to the person who owned the magnificent yacht. She was a princess, we were told, who had recently been divorced from her husband, the dictator in charge of some segment of the Asian world. We didn't pay much attention to the details.
The princess made her servants look like peasants. She was tall and sleek, high cheekbones, a thin, aquiline nose, narrow, slanted eyes, and a willful mouth. There was more than a drop of Chinese in her, I guessed, along with the best of Indonesia and Europe. Her voice was soft because people had always listened to her. But her bearing indicated that the softness with which she spoke should not be mistaken for weakness of character. The servants jumped when she ordered them about, and when she addressed us it was from a superior position. She was a princess, we were two bums who owed their lives to her.
She received us in her stateroom, a room littered with large pillows and artifacts, and hazy with incense. One of the maids took us in, bowed, and left without turning her back on her mistress. We thought that was quaint. The princess lay back among her pillows and motioned for us to make ourselves comfortable. She asked us a lot of questions about our past and how we happened to be adrift in the ocean. I told her the story because I'm the more diplomatic fellow. The princess was used to diplomatic waffle, and when I was through she summed it all up by saying: "You were servicing Madelyn Murdoch, is that correct? Paid studs."
The way she pronounced her words made me hard! Her accent was negligible, but to see her expression change and her lips curl while she used earthy language was better than having a nymphet say dirty words! "Well, in a manner of speaking," I said defensively. "She also appreciated our more cerebral aspect. A scintillating conversationalist, princess, you'd never know it from her publicity releases, but she is, and she has a devastating wit to boot."
"Doubtless," said the princess. "And why did she choose you two to service her? Do you have a special talent?"
"Well, no, not really," I shrugged. "We just love women."
"Indeed." Her inscrutable eyes rested on mine for a moment. "But you must have other qualifications... such as discretion."
"Oh, we're loaded down with discretion," said Tony. "We make Gordon Liddy look like a hysterical blabbermouth!"
"Excellent," she said, standing up and walking toward the door. "I hope you'll find it in you to divert me for the next two days, until we get back to San Francisco. My husband was such a good lover that our separation has weighed heavily on my body."
"Were you married long?" I said conversationally, even though I wanted to rip off our sarongs and consummate this new relationship right away.
"Seventeen years," she sighed. "And he never slowed down. Unfortunately it was his only talent, and like all talented men he liked to give of himself to many." The door was locked and she turned around to face us. "Now I am thirty, rich, and lonely." Her sarong dropped to the floor. Tony and I stared. Her body was a bonus from mother nature; for every million cretins, one perfect human being was put on the earth, and she was the one. By comparison I felt like a creature that had just clawed its way out of the primal filth.
"Jesus!" sighed Tony. She didn't move while we were drinking her in. The light from the portholes gave her a sensual luster and made her features a little hazy, so that the overall impression was one of light brown flesh, round breasts that jutted straight ahead, a flat belly and slender thighs, a narrow strip of black pubic hair running down between them, and above all a face of such exquisite beauty that it alone could have driven us wild with lust. At last she took a step forward. Her flesh was evenly distributed but it quivered ever so subtly with each step, and her breasts moved up and down like yoyos on a short string. Softness, flawlessness, and deliciousness. She lay back on her pillows and waited while we struggled with the complicated knots of our garments. "So big!" we heard her mutter when the damn things came off. I beat Tony to her cunt. It had to be mine. I didn't care what he wanted so long as he let me occupy that little spot. And knowing Tony's preferences, it didn't really cause a conflict. He headed right for her tits and kept his cock dangling near her mouth so she should take the hint. I lay down between her legs and gazed at her cunt for a long time before I got around to touching it. There was something royal about her cunt, as though her labia had been molded by. the royal sculptor. Fine lips, they were, running between her legs to form a little entrance to heaven. There was no hair on her labia, only around them. The lips stood out from the crutch, firm and full, a darker shade of brown than the rest of her. When the tip of my finger touched those lips her whole body gave a delicate shiver. This was a finely tuned machine! Carefully I prised her cunt open and peered inside to find another set of lips, ragged, a strange hue of brown until they neared her pussy hole; then the universal pinkness winked at me.
She was too beautiful to take in with one look. It was a little like staring into a bright light, you have to look away time and time again until you're used to it. One cunt isn't like another, not at all, they're as different as people. I'd seen big cunts and little ones, cunts that looked like wounds and others that looked like porcelain receptacles; but this was the perfect cunt, the one you dream of when you're fast asleep, the one all lovers are looking for, and the one that eludes you during your waking hours. But now I had one and I had every intention of making the best of it. Tony was sucking on her tits, and to judge by her cries, that was exciting her tremendously. I wetted my lips and got ready to find out if she tasted as good as she looked.
It was like running my tongue along satin or talc stone, smooth, as though the grain of her flesh had been polished by a million tongues before me. The black, thread-like hairs were rough in comparison but they were well out of the way. I only wanted to savor that delicate little cunt, to explore it inside and out, and to that purpose I let the tip of my tongue descend between her pussy lips. She let out a shrill cry and her hips began to move up and down rapidly. I couldn't work out what was going on. If she'd been married since she was thirteen she shouldn't be acting like a fiery virgin!
"Oh dear, oh I'm so ashamed but you make me feel wonderful all over!" she cried. "I cannot control myself. You are such wonderful lovers!" Tony looked at me and I looked at Tony. Together we attacked her with our mouths, him sucking at her nipples and me with my tongue lapping at her clitoris. The princess became hysterical. She thrashed about on her pillows, started to speak a language neither of us had heard before, and when we kept on sucking her she started to go crazy. Her behavior alarmed us to the point where we stopped.
"That is too much," she panted after a few minutes of no stimulation. "I cannot take the both of you. It must be one at a time. You, Eric, it is your turn now." With that she rearranged herself so that her pussy was well up into the air, hovering at the level of my face when I was on all fours. She watched me suspensefully as I crawled towards that prize cunt, my tongue extended and moving in and out like a snake's. Before I touched her she climaxed. And when my tongue found her tiny clitoris again she was off and running right away. I had never seen a woman respond so instantaneously. At first it was all rather flattering, but gradually she made me impatient. I no sooner got started than I had to stop to wait for her to calm down.
When it became Tony's turn she didn't show any signs of slowing down. Her tits were as hair-triggered as was her pussy. Just by sucking on her nipples Tony could give her as many orgasms as he wanted. I sat there and waited for my turn to come round again. My cock was an agony of hardness. It throbbed and ached, reminding me how it hadn't been visiting for over a week. But the princess had set the rules. Besides, my cock couldn't add anything to what Tony's mouth was doing.
"Enough, enough!" she gasped, pushing him away bodily. "Never have I felt this way. It is a pity that my husband cannot see me now. He would be very ashamed of himself."
"I thought you said he was such a good lover," said Tony.
"Yes, he was... but he never did what your friend did!" She giggled and shivered all over again. For a moment the girl showed through. Then she was back as a princess. "All right, you may go to your quarters now. I will call you when I am ready for more fun." A wave of the hand and we were dismissed. We gathered up our sarongs and wrapped them about ourselves but there was no disguising the hard meat poking up from our loins. The maids noticed it right away. "We will take you back to your cabin, tuan," said one of them, and the other three giggled and hid their faces. "You are not well yet, but we will make you all better very quickly."
The maids knew how to live. As soon as the door fell to behind us they had undone the strategic knots on their sarongs and presented their naked bodies to our scrutiny. Tony and I could only gape. The princess made them look like peasants, that much was true; but these peasants made a great many beautiful people look like draft horses. The four women were the same build and height, and the size of their tits varied little. They all seemed to be on the plump side and their asses were rounded and full. As for their tits, they were in character: plump and full. Dark brown nipples pushed out toward us, tempting us; and dark bushes of pubic hair promised all the delights of the Orient. We threw our sarongs aside and showed off our parts of the bargain, good stiff cocks that drew a sigh of admiration from the women.
"Hey, you horse!" said one of them, coming up to Tony. "Big horse, huh? I like to ride horses." She pressed herself against him, her arms about his waist, and looked down as his cock pushed into her belly. One of the others came to me and did much the same. The two women who were left picked their sides. Now I had two and Tony had two, and we retired to our respective beds to finish what the princess had started.
The first task was to put my horse into the stable. One of the women was quick to lay herself out on her back, legs wide apart, and when I got on top of her she obligingly held my cock in place until I managed to work it into her tight cunt. The other one waited for my signals. She could wait a minute. My cock fitted that pussy perfectly, nice and snug, with moisture seeping out from everywhere to lubricate the piston-like motion. This was the favorite part of any fuck for me, that moment when the penis enters the tunnel and it's all resistant and stiff and the pressure is terrific. The other moments are my favorites, too, since one is no good without the others, but the process of entering was special somehow, especially when it was a new pussy. Only when it was tucked away deeply did I turn my attention to the second woman. I made her lie down close to the other, and higher up the bed so that her crutch was within reach of my fingers, hands, arms, and face. She understood my intentions right away, and with a lascivious grin she parted her thighs and made subtle bucking motions with her cunt to encourage me. I didn't keep her waiting.
My cock rested inside the maid's restless cunt while I wrapped my arms around the other's ass and drew her loins up to my mouth. She almost throttled me when she wrapped her legs around my neck but it was worth it. Her cunt was dripping with moisture by the time I got to it, sweet, tart, nut-like fluid that dribbled down over my tongue and into my gullet to make my belly glow with pleasure. She was like an over-ripe mango, the juice kept dripping out all over my mouth, chin, and cheeks, and the more I drove my tongue into her soggy hole the more she oozed. I clung to her ass and started to fuck the other maid slowly, carefully, doing my best to control my ominously bubbling emotions. They were both such soft women, so smooth and sensual, their tits were so quivery and edible, their pussies got wet so easily, and everything I did was amplified by their response.
Tony had both maids under him and he was sliding up and down to get his cock first into one cunt, then into the one below, up and down, thrusting hard and fast, often missing but never daunted. The maids were giggling and grunting all at once, lying face to face so that Tony could fondle all four tits at once. It seemed like a most satisfactory arrangement to me but I made no move to change mine. The maid under me was letting me know that she was so close to coming that it hurt; and the one who had her pussy lodged in my mouth was starting to tremble violently. I could do no wrong with them. Somehow I got the impression that they weren't used to Westerners, big cocks and hairy legs. Well, whether it was the novelty factor or me, as long as they kept yelling and writhing they were making me a happy chap.
Fucking and sucking simultaneously, gradually getting lost in the wonderful world of pussy, smelling it, tasting it, touching it, immersed in it, hearing it slop about and squelch, all of that was dominated by a mental picture of the princess's cunt. It hovered before my mind's eye and refused to be extinguished. The cunt in my mouth was nice, thoroughly delicious, springy, and sensitive, just as the penetrated pussy was, but neither of them could come near the perfection of the pocketbook between the thighs of the princess. These cunts had their labia minor pushing out like chewing gum, hair grew on the fleshy ridges of the cunt lips, and they slobbered. Not that it bothered me. The vivid vision spurred on my efforts to satisfy the maids. It didn't matter that I might come too soon: there was another fuck in me, hot on the heels of the one about to be terminated.
I went for broke, slamming my cock up her soggy, farting pussy and licking out the other one with such gusto that the woman melted into a limp heap of meat several times. One hand was on each of their asses, squeezing the soft flesh and prying between the buns for those puckered little holes hidden in the valleys. There was so much sex all about me! I pulled the second maid closer and burrowed into her cunt, aiming for self-forgetfulness, while my cock continued to pump into the other woman, long, regular strokes aided by the inner contractions of her flesh. The women both shuddered when I came and we ended up in a tangled, panting bundle of bodies, sweating and content with the moment.
They were soon up on their feet and in the bathroom, where Tony's women were already powdering their faces. I sprawled on my bed and relished the taste of pussy that was still repeating on me. Tony was smoking and grinning at the same time. He probably thought I'd forgotten about his error in judgment with Madelyn. I hadn't but at that moment nothing really mattered.
The women came back and swapped partners. It occurred to me that I should at least ask them what their names were, but since they didn't push it and since none of them wore badges saying: 'Hi! I'm... I figured they probably preferred anonymity. One of the women sat between my legs, her legs straddling mine, her cunt wide open and edging closer to my flaccid cock. When she was close enough she took it by the glans and started to rub it up and down her cunt's slit, very slowly, staring me in the eyes as she did so. The other woman sat down behind me and cradled my head in her lap so that my nape rested squarely against her moist cunt. Her hands ran over my chest and toyed with my nipples, all her movements nice and slow and in tune with the other woman's blandishments. Together they worked me over until I felt euphoric, rock-hard, and hypnotized.
The woman who'd been giving her clitoris a good time with my cock had changed position to keep up with the expansion. She squatted over me and her cunt had clamped itself over the length of my cock so that it fitted neatly into her cunt valley. The woman behind me had taken to moving her cunt against my neck with more forceful, erotic motions of her loins so that it created a snail-like trail along my flesh. After a while of this I just had to have a bite. My hands reached back and grabbed her by her ass to lift her over my head and put her down with her cunt right on my mouth. She squealed with pleasure and wriggled over my tongue as though it was a cock. Another brown little pussy, delicately shaped, wet through and through, rubbing over my face and shedding tiny droplets of juice. When she moved far enough my tongue found her asshole, and when those two parts made contact an electric charge shot through her body. I did it again, just to see her jerk back again and again, again, again, till the woman pitched forward and lay with her face right next to my cock. Her ass was still within easy reach of my mouth, though, she made sure of that.
Now she was in the other maid's way. When her cunt rode along my cock it bumped into the top of the woman's head. Some changes would have to be made. The one. who perched on me said something to the other in their own language. The other one nodded and shifted about until her face was at the end of my cock. I lifted her ass a little more to see what they would do, and to my surprise the maids had their own lesbian game going on behind the scenes. Each time the maid moved her cunt along my cock it came to stop against the other's mouth; she'd let her nibble at her clitoris for a second, then slide back and repeat the process. The maid who was at the receiving end of this also took the opportunity to take a few licks at my cock, for which I rewarded her with a tongue up her ass. At first our lovemaking was erratic and self-indulgent. Maid One took too much time out to feed Maid Two her cunt, Maid Two tried to make merry with both genitals and got distracted each time I forced my tongue up her tight, musky asshole, so that on the whole we weren't doing anyone much good. But we slowly slipped into the rhythm of this triple treat. Maid One started to slide back and forth more evenly and only allowed a split second to go by during which Two could suck her clit. Maid Two gave that tasty morsel a bite or two, then, as the head of my cock appeared from the slippery bush, she closed her lips about it and sucked hard, inspired by the tongue wagging up her ass. Now we had it. It was slide, nibble, suck, tongue, slide, nibble, suck, and tongue some more, working each other into a frenzy of passion.
Maid One was the first to break. Suddenly she slid forward too far, pushed Two's head out of the way and levered my cock up into her sodden pussy. Two insisted on staying in position. Each time One lifted up she wrapped her tongue about the exposed stem and then let One come down on it so she could get a lick at her cunt as well. As far as I was concerned this was heaven after all. The sensations of tongue and pussy around my cock made it imperative for me to lie back and enjoy it. I couldn't go on doing Two's cunt any good, let alone her asshole. But so she shouldn't feel neglected I worked a couple of bunched fingers into her restless cunt hole and stirred them about inside her until she started to come with more gusto than One.
We went off like a string of firecrackers. First Two started to yell Indonesian obscenities, her body shaking and quivering, her cunt thumping down into my face so hard that I had to defend myself. Then One got going, shrill cries, low moans, intense fucking, and that brought me undone. We came apart like a star burst and rested in each other's arms. Tony was still rampaging away in the bed next to mine but the hue of his complexion told me he didn't have far to go. Both his women were down on him and had their cunts proffered up to him so he could masturbate them simultaneously. A little later I saw him tense up all over and the woman who happened to have her mouth over his cock suddenly choked. Her friend pushed her out of the way and took over, back and forth, both of them struggling to get as much of his cream as was available. At last they settled down, too, and there was peace in the cabin.
The maids left after another visit to the bathroom. They had work to do, they said, and we should be resting anyway. We agreed. "This is a terrific setup," I said, "with a princess who's satisfied just by getting tickled with a feather, four horny maids, great food, all the comforts we've ever fantasized about... now how can we fuck up here?"
"We won't fuck up," Tony assured me. "We've learned our lessons. Every employer has her whims, what we have to do is learn to make use of those whims."
"It's not that I've lost faith in you," I told him, "it's fate that I no longer trust. But I'm sure we won't be here long. Something's going to fuck it up for us, you can bet your balls on it."
"Bullshit."
At that moment the door to the sick bay opened and a girl walked in. She was about sixteen, give or take a few years, and suddenly I knew what the princess had looked like when she was first married. The girl didn't have to tell us whose daughter she was. Tony and I became very tense as she came toward us. The princess had been beautiful, now she was just another horny divorcee. Her daughter had us by the balls.
"Good day," she said formally, "my name is Rona. I'm sorry I could not visit you before but my mother would not permit me to see you. So I waited until she was napping."
We tried to speak but it was impossible. Her beauty had knocked the wind out of us! She looked a lot like her mother, only smoother and more sensual. The same high cheekbones, the same narrow almond eyes, long black hair, tall and lithe, small breasts over which the top of her garment had been knotted, bare shoulders that demanded we sink our teeth into them, and a general air of virginal loveliness that had our tired cocks sitting up and begging like hungry dogs!
"Nice of you to visit us," I brought out finally.
"I don't know why mother wouldn't allow me to see you," she said, "you both look very nice to me. Well, I must go now before I'm discovered. Good-bye."
"Goodbye," we said lamely. As soon as the door closed behind her we turned to each other and said: "I have to have her!" There was no question about it. We wouldn't be able to rest until we had sampled her loveliness with all our five senses. We showered and dressed, took turns around the deck, and breathed in the sea air to make sure our bodies were in good shape again. Although we looked everywhere, little Rona was nowhere to be found. Just before dinner I asked one of the maids about her.
"Oh no," she said shaking her head violently. "No good, you no touch, princess kill!"
"I see," I said thoughtfully. We joined the princess for dinner and were formally introduced to her daughter. The girl sat very close to her mother, unaware of our feelings. And the princess, who must have been conscious of her daughter's beauty and youth, kept her eyes on us as if to make sure we didn't pay too much attention to her younger self. We tried not to but our eyes kept wandering over that vision of loveliness. Rona was so innocent as she sat there and ate her food, slightly bored and distracted, her untroubled eyes meeting ours now and then to make us shrink inside.
We suffered through the occasion, doing out best to keep the princess happy with compliments and sultry gazes; but Rona had us by the balls. After dinner we left the princess's cabin just in time to see the girl disappear into an adjoining cabin. Now we knew where she lived, which was a start. But how to get at her! Tony and I talked about it for a while once we were back in our part of the boat. As far as we could tell there were no men on the boat outside of those in the engine room and on the bridge. The maids, then, would be the only sentries. There shouldn't be any problem in getting into the girl's cabin... unless she screamed and had us thrown overboard.
"I knew it," I said. "Something would happen to screw up our scene. We shouldn't touch that girl, Tony, we could be happy with the princess, we could even tell her to send her daughter off to a boarding school just so she wouldn't be bothering us day and night. What do you say? Isn't this crazy?"
"I don't care," said Tony. "The whole aim in life is to grow old without regrets. And if I don't fuck that girl I'll be regretting it bitterly until the day my social security runs out."
"I know how you feel... but let's at least make sure we're not too far from shore this time. I couldn't take another punishment cruise."
"We're one day out from San Francisco," said Tony belligerently. "How far out could we be? Just a short swim. Don't confuse me with details now, Eric, my mind is set on Rona. I'm going to have her sweet ass when the clock strikes twelve no matter what happens."
"Wait a minute, you're likely to scare the girl to death. Why not let me go first, I'll initiate her and then you can jump in."
"No, bullshit, I want her cherry!" The argument threatened to go on forever, so I pulled out a coin and tossed it for the best out of three. I won. "Okay," said Tony sulkily, "but I want to watch when you take her. I have to at least see her pussy before I die!"
"We'll work out the details when we get to her cabin."
The clock moved slowly. Occasionally Tony and I ventured out to get ourselves coffee and to reconnoitre the area. No one was around. The maids slept in the two cabins on the other side of the princess's so that they could be at her beck and call. The noise of the engines was enough to drown out such muted noises as footsteps, so there wouldn't be any problems in getting past those cabins to Rona's. Everything seemed to favor our scheme. Then, at eleven o'clock, there was a knock on our cabin door. One of the maids had come to fetch Tony. "The princess wants to speak with him," she informed us.
"Ah, very good," I said, holding Tony back. "But let me have a word with him first." I whispered that I would be in Rona's cabin and that when he was finished he should meet me there. He nodded and left. As soon as I judged them to be safely inside I padded down the corridor and tried Rona's door. It was open. Her cabin was utterly dark. Only the beam of light from the corridor cut through it briefly to show me where her bed was. I closed the door and headed for that spot, setting my feet down carefully to avoid bumping into unexpected objects.
The dear little thing was fast asleep. The darkness made me rely on the sound of her breathing but it was pretty convincing. And since I wanted to see her I decided to take a chance and turn on a light. My groping hand found a small bedlamp which, when it was clicked on, shed a small pool of yellow light, just enough to let me appreciate her youthful beauty in full. A sheet covered her body, only her head stuck out and her long black hair was spread about it, like a halo. I wanted to sit and admire her for a long time but it occurred to me that Tony might pressure the princess into a quick orgasm just so he could come and disturb me. To work, then. One hand reached over and started to caress the girl's hair. It felt smooth and sensual to me, such a wealth of hair for a girl so young. Then her face, sensing the polished skin stretched over her cheekbones, feeling her warm breath brush along my hand. I brought my hand down to the edge of the sheet. It was hard to breathe at this point. The sheet was too rumpled to give me a clear indication of what her body was like, only bumps here and there that looked like they concealed tits. The sheet moved back slowly, uncovering more of her brownish, flawless skin. The first rising of her breasts came into view, the distinct cleavage, roundness, and then the nipples, little brown buds high up on the fleshy globes. They were small tits but perfectly formed, and now that she was lying on her back they resembled two little domes topped by two tiny lightning rods.
She stirred uneasily, then turned over on her side and snored softly. I moved the sheet further down so as to get a close look at her back and her ass. I was amazed at my reaction to her body. After all, she was made of flesh and blood like everyone, and she had tits, a cunt, and an ass like all women. But in her case there was something special going on to influence my perception. When her back tapered into a small waist and started to spread and round into hips my cock reared up and threatened to burst a blood vessel! I let the sheet stay where it was to get myself undressed and ready. This girl wasn't going to escape me.
As soon as I was naked I took the sheet off her altogether and stood back to admire this lithe, brown-skinned daughter of a princess. Two brown buns faced me and when I walked to the footend of the bed I could see her pudgy lips squashed in between her thighs, just like her mother's only new and fresh. She kept on sleeping. A glance at her bedside clock told me that Tony was probably near finishing off the princess. I had to act fast. What did I want to do to her more than anything? I wanted to fuck her. And was there time to foreplay her into submission and lubrication? No.
I looked around the room until I found a bottle of baby oil. I tipped a dash of it into my cupped hand and smeared the oil over my hard cock until it gleamed. Rona lay in the fetus position, unaware of the danger stalking her. I lay down behind her and lightly caressed her ass until my fingers slipped into the split. Then, with great stealth, I lifted her left cheek and brought my cock up to her pussy. Again she stirred, muttered something, but remained in the same position. My knob found that yielding little section in her cunt flesh and my hips pushed forward. Now it slipped in a little, just enough to cover the tip of my cock with her tender flesh. Another push and my glans slipped inside. At the same time my hand came to rest near her mouth in case she decided to scream. The other hand slid along her belly until it reached her young breasts. And when all of me was in position I gave my cock an extra thrust that sent it slithering into her tight, dry pussy. Now she was awake. As expected she opened her mouth to cry out. I covered it. Then she started to struggle, protesting against that snake gliding into her inner sanctum. It was too late. I was deeply embedded in her pussy and my hips were pulling my cock back and pushing it forward with an inexorable rhythm that even she had to yield to.
Rona remained tense, though. The hymen had been burst, the blood and the baby oil mingled to make for a fine lubricant, one so smooth that she couldn't have been suffering too much. But for a while she refused to give in. My free hand continued to fondle her tits gently, pinching her nipples, caressing her firm, pliant flesh, and my cock eased in and out of her tight little cunt, slowly wearing her resistance down. At one point I took away the hand from her mouth and she didn't try to scream. That left that hand free to go down to between her legs where her clitoris begged to be titillated.
That did it. The barrage of stimuli was too strong for her, and her high-pitched, silvery voice started to carol a melody of passion. I felt she ought to quiet down but it didn't matter as much any more. Her small, hard buttocks were bumping into my belly, her pussy quivered around my intruding cock, firm breasts excited me, and the moist, pulvinated area between her legs regaled the other hand with all it could take. From all points those erotic impulses converged low down in my belly and stirred up tremendous longings in me. I wanted to fuck her sideways, inside out, take her orifices on one by one, anything to still this burgeoning lust. And yet I held back, prolonging the moment into infinity. There I was, teetering on the brink of blowing, with a little girl in my clutches who seemed to be hovering over a precipice of passion herself, fucking slowly, gingerly, holding my breath and clenching my teeth so as not to blow it; and at that delicate moment Tony came in and demanded his turn at her.
"Come on, Eric, the princess is waiting for you," he said curtly. "She wants to see you right now because I've warmed up the top section and now the other half of her is in trouble."
"Wait a minute," I said desperately. Now I relaxed my guard and went for broke; but the moment had escaped me thanks to Tony's interruption. Rona started to moan and writhe about before me, actually moving her body so as to make my riding cock welcome and I wouldn't have stopped until the moment came back except that Tony dragged me off her and dumped me on the floor.
"The princess said right now," he said, turning Rona over to lie on her back. "Don't mess with the goose now." I could take a hint. He got on top of her and started to fuck her with long, loving strokes. Rona wrapped herself about him, confused, excited, and hot, and they excluded me effectively. I still felt pretty badly treated when I walked into the princess' cabin, though. My cock demanded satisfaction, my sensory nerves were still on edge from the delights of Rona's body, and now I had to face up to her mother.
Mother lay on her pillows, eyes closed, her hands absently fondling her tits, legs well apart to invite me in. Her pussy yawned at me, pink among the brown, and with a tired sigh I descended upon it. I wanted to fuck it but knowing how sensitive she was I desisted. My tongue snuck into her pussy hole and began its work, lolling about, touching down on those sensitive little parts within until she started to buck and carry on again. "Oh, stop!" she cried after about five minutes of this. "Enough, you make me feel so wonderful! Now we must rest."
Must we? Just as she was displacing my resentment with a real lust for her, she wanted me to stop, and that was asking too much. Why should I pander to her, anyway? Tony was fucking her daughter, our stay would more than likely be terminated because of our indiscretion, so why didn't I do what I wanted to do for once?
"I'm not stopping," I told her, sticking a finger up her pussy and bringing my mouth up to her nipples. "In fact, I'm going to fuck you till you can't even think about sex anymore! Now lie back and let me do my stuff on you."
"No, no, no!" she cried, trying to run away. "You make me happy, that is all I want from you. Now go away, go back to your cabin!" I held her with one hand on her shoulder, the other between her legs. One fingers hooked into her cunt and my lips closed around the nearer nipple, so that no matter how much she struggled she couldn't get away. "Please!" she cried. "You will damage me!"
"So what? I've damaged your daughter and she seemed to love it." That was uncalled for. I regretted saying it, but since I had there was nothing for it but to follow through. "Here, smell my cock? That's your little girl's cunt juice. Taste it, go ahead, see what a beautiful girl you've got." My cock bumped into her face but she could only stare at me. Her mouth opened and shut as though she wanted to speak but no words would come out. "Hey, stop worrying," I said. "It had to happen sooner or later and she could have lost it in a worse way, you know? She might have been raped."
Again the princess tried to wrench herself free from my hold. My patience was at an end. I scrambled around and stuck my cock into her cunt, pushing till it was up to the hilt in her. She was still fighting, gasping and stretching, but nothing availed her. I started to fuck her with vigor, driving my cock in and out of her royal pussy, and slowly her efforts grew weaker. She gave in to my fucking, more or less, but in her eyes there burned a mad light. It was a question of who was the more selfish, and I won. I fucked her until my sperm flooded her cunt and left me feeling more relaxed. Then, with apathetic abandon, I told her to go visit her daughter. "She'll tell you the truth," I added.
The princess rushed out of the room, still naked, still speechless. I followed out of curiosity. She threw the door to her daughter's room open and there was Tony, mounted on Rona and fucking her hard and fast. Rona groaned and cried in ecstasy, fucking back as hard as she could and raking her nails along Tony's back like a real woman. "My God!" said the princess. "Weren't the maids enough for you? Did you have to ruin my little girl, too?"
"How could we resist her?" The princess wasn't listening. She rushed at the loving couple suddenly and tried to pull Tony off her daughter. I was too quick for her, though, and I doubted if Tony even noticed our presence. Rona certainly didn't. She had her eyes closed and was making so much noise that we could hardly hear each other talk. I took a firm hold on the princess and led her out of the room. "Why does it bother you so much?" I asked her. "You were laid at thirteen, so compared to you your daughter's had a long and innocent childhood."
"Get off my boat!" hissed the princess. Her composure had crumbled and now a bobcat appeared, all claws and teeth and nasty disposition. "I want you off my boat in five minutes or I will have you thrown overboard. Is that clear? And get your friend out of there, now!" To add force to her words she pressed a bell, and a minute later two Sumo wrestlers appeared from the engine room. They had on overalls and were covered in grease, each of them clutching a steel bar. They frightened me but not as much as another joyride on the ocean waves. In a flash I was inside Rona's cabin, had the door locked and a chair up against the knob.
"If you try to get in," I shouted, "your daughter will indeed be damaged."
"What's going on?" asked Tony, coming out of a postcoital stupor. I explained the situation to him briefly, then yelled at the people outside that there were a few wishes that would need to be fulfilled unless they wanted Rona to suffer. Motherly love won out over vindictiveness. The princess agreed to supply us with whatever we needed and to put us off in San Francisco, just as long as we left her daughter alone. So we told her our shopping list: clothes, money, and a guarantee that she wouldn't try to get the cops to come after us later.
As a result we ended up in San Francisco later the next day, both of dressed spiffily and with about five hundred dollars in our pockets. The princess had accepted our terms graciously and we hadn't been inclined to take advantage of her. In the course of the night we had secretly helped ourselves to the lovely Rona, fucking her back and front until she couldn't sit down and we didn't have any feeling left in our cocks. So we felt very free as we wandered through Golden Gate park that afternoon, checking out the girls, eating ice cream, and talking about the future. Tony had a lot of plans. He wanted to get back to L.A. at once to get into the community of stars and live it up at their expense. But I objected to that, saying our reputation wasn't so hot among the people in the know, and that our best bet would be to go back to New York and start afresh.
But it was such a lovely day that we didn't do anything constructive. We wandered around and admired the scenic views until our feet were tired and our stomachs clamored for food. The nearest restaurant was a quiet place, and the waitress who served us was in no hurry. She sat down with us while we ate and told us how she had an apartment overlooking the Bay and how lonely it got being a divorcee. Perhaps we would like to share her place with her -- Platonically, of course, regular roommates! And since her apartment was closer than New York, we agreed.