Chapter 2
Dave Powell, the Ship's Officer who shared the expenses of my pad, was in port. His boisterous exuberance conflicted with my despondency as I sat dolefully on the bed. He was healthy and sun-bronzed, flexing his biceps before the mirror. "A ten-day voyage and ten pussies," he crowed. "I hardly got time to sleep. Sea air does something to women. They prowl the decks, straddle-legged and begging for prick. If you pass a woman in the corridor she sticks out her hip so it brushes your cock. They lean over the deck rail, looking at the sea and stick out their ass when you pass.'"
"I need advice," I told him, "I can't marry both. So what do I do?"
He flexed his muscles and admired them. "What advice can I give?" He hadn't a worry in the world. "You've done it now. It's like jumping off a cuff. You can't go back and start again. You should never allow the word 'marriage' to be spoken. If you do, you're doomed. No woman lets a man escape a marriage promise, except when he gives her everything he's got to get rid of her!"
"Don't criticize," I growled. "Give me advice. I've stepped off the cliff. What do I do now?"
He shrugged. "Obey the force of gravity!" He cupped his balls with reverence. "Look at this scrotum. Isn't it a beauty! You should see it tighten when a girl licks it!"
"Your balls are fine," I said. "But how many years do you get for bigamy?"
"About five years," he said with heartless cheerfulness. "You've brought it on yourself. You screw the same girls too often. It gets to be a habit they don't want to break. So they make you talk marriage and then it's money or your life."
"I've explained how it happened," I said desperately. "I didn't mention matrimony to either of them."
"Too bad, Mike." He shook his head sadly. But he didn't care a damn. "Be like me," he boasted. "Fuck 'em and leave 'em. I don't have your trouble. I flit from one cunt to another, and sample them all." He stroked his prick lovingly. "Ain't that a beautiful erection!"
"It looks just like my bastard prick," I gloomed. "It's always getting me in trouble."
"Not mine!" He patted it fondly. "We fuck 'em all. No hang-up's, no emotional entanglements and no wedding bells. Look how the bastard's twitching; it's straining on the leash! D'you know why? There was this specialty dancer aboard who's doing the London clubs. She dangled her cunt under my nose every day of the voyage, but I held off until she was walking down the gangway. Then I took her telephone number. Right now she's in her hotel room getting perfumed and fragrant-smelling." Again he patted his knob fondly. 'This monster's dying to wallow in that fragrance."
"You hard-hearted sod!" I complained. "Help me. Let me introduce you to Lillian. She's a lovely fuck. Screw the ass off her so she gets a taste for a different prick. She might slow down on the wedding bells so she can sample other pricks."
"Don't be stupid," he scoffed. "Women always grab at matrimony. After the ceremony they can get any hot cock they want. Anyway, I can't spare the time. There's this specialty dancer, a couple of other passengers cunts, and those three sisters I screwed on my last leave. They're sex-bombs! It was a girlie-girlie feet-up until I nosed in. They sucked each other silly. But when my big prick got busy it drove them wild. They'd never tasted hot cock and couldn't get enough of it. We locked the door and threw away the key for three days!"
"Can't you squeeze in Janet?" I pleaded. "You should see the long, black hairs on her cunt. You've never seen them so long, nor so black. They're very special!"
"Fuck Janet," he said bluntly. "I wouldn't go near those two girls wearing chain armour. They're dynamite. They've got their prey in their sights and fingers trembling on the trigger. I don't want my head mounted in a little suburban home!"
"You're a shit, Dave."
"Sure. A happy shit. A free-wheeling, free-fucking shit. Is it my fault you're stupid and hog-tied? Should I shove you over and lay my head on the executioner's block?"
I sighed. I was asking too much of friendship.
"Be like me," he lectured. "Fuck 'em and leave 'em. Take this specialty dancer. She'll be a lovely fuck. She did her act on board. All she wears is silver halos on her nipples, and a sequined cunt-gusset that fits it like a glove. It's held up by a slender silver chain that's pulled up inside her bottom-cheeks. She's got a lovely ass, and her bones are India-rubber. She dances and twists herself around in ways that aren't possible." His eyes shone. "D'you know the first thing I'm gonna do? Stand behind her while she bends over with feet astride. I'm going to make her stick her head right through between her legs and suck my knob. I'll touch-up her tight ass-hole while she's doing it!"
I sighed. I wouldn't get any help from Dave. And I was late for the office.
"The pad's yours for the next few days," I said and drifted towards the door.
"I'll keep in touch," he promised. He was fascinated by his quivering prick. He stroked it lovingly.