Chapter 1
My name is Roger Littlecomb. Perhaps you've heard of me. Sociological research, that's my thing. Very interesting work, too. Probing the minds of one's fellow beings. Investigating the significance of the habits of the members of one's species. In the end, of course, it's a job like any other-what can I say?
So here I am on this fine ocean liner, my hands over the railing, watching the course of the slapping, whishing waves. Great rest, this is, no doubt about it. Very relaxing to the mind, if you know what I mean. The sun, the salt air, the devil-may-care attitude of one's fellow passengers: it all leads up to a pleasant vacation.
Of course, this is more than a vacation to me. It's also a business trip of sorts. Combine business with pleasure, that's my motto. And why not? If you can do it, who's to say no? So we're sailing away here, heading for the island. That's where I'll settle down to work. But I don't mind the peace of the voyage before I set down to my toil.
I'm not traveling alone. There's my wife with me. Felicia Littlecomb, my wife. Charming person. Happy personality. Don't give a damn attitude. That's Felicia. Don't know where she is at the moment. Probably in the bar. She appreciates her drink. But who doesn't?
Nor are Felicia and I traveling alone. There's my partner and his wife that are accompanying us on this voyage. Nice couple. Barry and Lola Barnsworth. Charming, both of them, each in their own way. Barry's not a bad fellow to work with. Very efficient, all business-like, quite serious at times.
Myself, I take an easier view of things. Try to enjoy yourself, I say. Why not? Take, for example, Felicia and myself. We've been happily married for quite some time now, but that doesn't stop us from having a go of it with someone else when we get the urge. And why not?
Well, what I mean when I say have a go of it, speaking in a blunt sort of way, is having a good toss in bed with whoever comes along. As long as it happens to be a person of youth and beauty. Charm and a sparkling personality don't hurt any either. If you know what I mean.
And Felicia feels exactly the same way about it as I do. That may be the reason why we've remained happily married together so long. I understand her and she understands me. We don't try to blunt each other's style. Freedom, that's the idea. You do what you like, Felicia, and I do what I like. And it works out swell.
You're probably thinking of spouse-swapping, that sort of thing. You're off the track a little though. I'm sorry to say that Felicia and I don't go in for that, not often at any rate. No, she and I prefer them young. Young and beautiful.
Oh, sure, you'll say, that sounds swell. But it is really. Felicia and I haven't encountered any problems so far. If we had, we wouldn't be where we are now, which is on this ocean cruiser, as I've already mentioned, headed for the island. I'm looking forward to the landing. I don't mind telling you I have plans.
Why? Well, I've heard a lot of nice things said about the place. Supposed to be swarming with beautiful, young people. Very good for my sociological research. Not to mention my after-hours activities. So I anticipate a lot of fun on this voyage. Nothing of note has happened so far, that's true.
But then, we've only been out to sea a few days. You need a little time to feel yourself around. Draw in the atmosphere, so to speak. Have a look at the variety. Don't rush in, I say. There's no need, really. Take your time and let things work their own way.
Felicia was saying just last night at dinner how much she intended to enjoy herself this voyage. Oh, she was really going on. Got a view of some young buck somewhere and started getting excited right away. Take it easy, Felicia, I told her. There's time for everything. No need to rush.
But how she went on with her chatter about this young buck. How strong and firm his young muscles must be, and so on. I had just a glimpse of him myself. Only a hung boy, really. But, as I've said, that's how Felicia and I like it-young and beautiful.
Now, I haven't caught a glimpse of anything particularly appetizing so far. But don't worry. The eyes are open. The flesh is willing. When the opportunity presents itself, shining in the eyes of some young virgin girl, Roger Littlecomb will be ready, I can assure.
All hot and bothered in a moment. You know the way. And that's the same with Felicia. Oh, she's a tigress, she is! Felicia doesn't fool around. Well, I mean to say, she certainly does fool around, but she knows her mind. She-likes it young and hard and firm. And she gets it, too. That's Felicia for you.
Is she good looking? You can bet. Do you think I'd marry a homely woman? Not on your life. No. Felicia is up there with the best of them. And what about me? Well, I wish you could talk to some of the beautiful young girls I've had. They'd tell you a thing or two. I've got what it takes, if you know what I mean.
And that's how they like it too. All these young girls. Waiting for someone strong and firm to handle their virginity for them. Introduce them to all the manifold pleasures of the human body. How else do you think I got into sociological research in the first place?
Well, that's it. The young girls. With their young nipples. And their young cunts. The whole young and beautiful thing, if you know what I mean. And Felicia's no different. She-likes her cocks young and hard, firm and willing. She-likes that boyish build and the inexperienced passion. A lot of fun, you'll admit.
Oh, Felicia and I still have time to play around with each other, besides searching the horizon for all the beautiful young boys and girls. But we like to mix it up. A new face, a new cunt, it can make a world of difference. Felicia agrees. Give me the hard, boiling cock of a young lad, she says, and I'll come back to you Roger, hungry for more. I feel much the same way myself.
Variety is the spice of life. Everyone knows that. That's why we're all on this voyage together. Searching for variety, doing anything practically, so as to not be bored. And we won't, I assure. Oh, Felicia and I are old hands at it, I can inform you.
I could go back in history a little and really raise your eyebrows with some of the tales I could tell. And Felicia too. We've had our fun. And want to have more. And will, no doubt about it. You know, throw that ass out and let the juices flow. And why not?
What about Barry and Lola Barnsworth? Are they in to the same thing? To tell the truth, I don't know. Oh, Barry's my business partner, that's true, but we keep learning more about each other every day. At the moment, however, I've little conception about the scope of their sexual activities.
But I'll tell you one thing, though. I wouldn't mind learning a little more about their amorous proclivities. Curiosity, for one thing. For another, Lola's a beautiful girl. Barry's not a bad looking fellow either. Of course, they're certainly not young enough to suit my steady diet, or Felicia's either, for that matter.
But it might be fun to have a go of it with Lola. For a change, you know. She's stacked, I must say. Felicia admitted it herself. And Felicia can be kind of catty when she has a mind to. But it would be fun, as I've said, to get to know Lola and Barry a little better, speaking for Felicia and myself, if I may.
I might go rambling like this forever. But this young girl just stepped on deck. A beautiful creature, no doubt about it. And young! Give it to me! Look at those boobs! What a figure! And she's only a girl. But they grow up very fast these days, at least in one respect.
That's what I'm looking forward to on the island. The people there mature physically at a very early age. That makes for a lot of tossing on the bed, you know, or the ground, or wherever they do it on the islands. Because that's the beauty of it, really. These young bodies know no bounds. They're tireless. Ask Felicia. But my thoughts are beginning to stray, I'll have to admit. This young chick is really quite a looker. Look at those boobs bounce up and down. Well, I'm really grateful that she's wearing such a flimsy blouse. This ocean breeze helps too. Wow! I could go for her, no doubt about it.
And now she's looking my way. Well, what do you think of that? Well, there's no helping it. I can't be rude, can I? I mean, that's the purpose of these ocean trips. Get acquainted with your fellow travelers, all that rot. No, really, it makes good sense. If you'll excuse me, I'll just go over and talk to her for a bit.
At this point Roger left his post by the railing and slowly strode over to the young girl, leaning against the ladder that rose to the next deck. And she was a beautiful girl. And well developed for her age. Roger Littlecomb nodded his head by means of introduction.
"The name's Roger Littlecomb," he said, "and yours, if I may be so bold as to inquire?"
"Mandy," the young girl replied.
'That's good, I'm glad to hear it," replied Roger, smiling at the girl and letting his eyes rove with pleasure over the curves of her young body.
"So, are you traveling alone on this voyage?" Roger asked.
"Oh no!" the young girl replied. "I'm here with my aunt. She's taking me on this trip to the island. I'm really enjoying myself."
"I should hope so, my dear young girl," said Roger. "After all, that's what it's all about, isn't it? Enjoying ourselves. Nothing could be finer."
"If you say so," said the girl.
"And I say so, Mandy, I say so," replied Roger, grinning at the girl and conjuring up in his mind images of her naked body.
"Well," Mandy said, "you look like a man of experience. You should know, I suppose."
"And I know, I do know, let me assure you, Mandy," said Roger, feeling the pressure in his cock. "Tell me, Mandy, I suppose your aunt is the meddlesome kind, always wanting to know what's going on, that sort of thing, am I right?"
"Oh no!" Mandy replied. "Aunt's not like that at all. She's left me quite free to do whatever I please. And she never interrogates me as to the nature of my activities. I like to roam around on the ship and I look at all the different people. That's what I was doing with you."
"Well, that's odd," said Roger, "because I was occupying myself in a very similar manner. I looked over and here you were. A thing of youth and beauty, right beside me, so to speak. Well, I can tell you, I don't see a girl with your looks every day."
"Do you mean that?" asked Mandy.
"But of course!" Roger replied.
"You're quite a good looking man yourself," Mandy said, nonchalantly putting her small hand to Roger's sunburned shoulder. "I could see your muscles in the sun. You really have quite a muscular build."
"Oh, well, I try to keep myself in trim shape," said Roger, beaming at the girl's compliment, and feeling a surge of blood pour into his penis.
"Yes," said the girl, continuing to fondle Roger's shoulder, letting her fingers feel the hard edge of his muscles, "I can see that."
"Well, I'm very glad that you and I happened to meet, Mandy," said Roger, "it's really most pleasant, talking to someone as young and beautiful as you."
"I like your swimming trunks," the girl said, looking down at the brief amount of material that covered Roger's cock, which was beginning to bulge with the familiar ache and torments.
"And I like your little bikini," said Roger, letting one of his fingers trace the length of the band that fastened the scanty piece of material over her two bulging breasts.
"I think that's a very nice pattern on your swimsuit," said Mandy, letting her hand fall to Roger's cock and graze the material of his trunks.
"Well, thank you, Mandy," said Roger, feeling his prick start to rise in the tight hold of his swimming trunks.
"Yes," the girl continued, "they're really very nice."
The young girl innocently let her hand stroke the bulging mound between Roger's legs. His prick struggled with a fury to raise its head against the tight material. Roger began to feel very constricted, standing there in his swimsuit, when he ached to be naked, and let his prick just stick right out.
"I haven't had my morning tea yet," said the young girl. "Have you?"
"No," replied Roger, letting his eyes wander over the beautiful young girl's form. "I have an idea. Why don't you and I have tea together? To celebrate our new acquaintance, so to speak. What do you say, Mandy? It's only a few steps to my stateroom from here. I can have the steward bring us a tray of tea and pastries for a late morning breakfast."
"That would be fun," said the girl, continuing to stroke the older man's bulging cock. "You feel very hard there."
"Where?" asked Roger.
"Here," said the girl, pressing firmly with her fingers down on Roger's aching cock.
Robert closed his eyes with pleasure. The young girl had such a soft touch. He longed to be lying in bed next to her, having her caress his burning prick, take it into her mouth, fondle his balls.
"Oh, that's because of you," said Roger.
"Really?" asked Mandy in a surprised voice.
"Oh, yes," said Roger. "If you like, I'll show you when we get to my stateroom. Do you think that you would like that?"
"Oh yes," the girl returned with an excited voice. "I really do admire men with muscles, and you feel very strong."
"So, what do you say, Mandy, shall we retire for tea?" asked Roger with a smile, letting his eyes run up and down the lithe legs of the young girl, and picturing them in his mind wrapped around his neck as he fucked her.
"Yes," the young girl replied with enthusiasm, "I'd like that very much."
Roger and the young girl set off for his stateroom. A steward came and took their order and soon returned with a tray of tea and biscuits. Roger breathed with relief when the door closed behind the man. Rubbing his hands with relish, he watched the young girl take care of the tea.
Mandy poured the tea into the two cups and offered the plate of biscuits to Roger. He ate one, munching on it greedily, eager to get to the business at hand. Mandy apparently enjoyed the sweets, because she quickly devoured the entire plate of biscuits. Roger did not mind, however, for he was filled with a hunger for something other than vanilla-iced biscuits.
As a matter-of-fact, Roger enjoyed watching the girl devour the biscuits. It was but another sign of her youth. And her appetite. Roger hoped she would be equally hungry in respect to eating his cock. He was determined, at any rate, to soon find out what exactly were the inclinations of this young, beautiful girl.
"How about having a little fun, Mandy?" Roger asked, downing the rest of his tea with a gulp.
"What sort of fun?" the girl asked innocently.
"Oh, you know," said Roger, "Fooling around on the bed, testing each other's strength, and so on."
"No," the young girl contradicted him. "I don't know. But I'm certainly willing to find out. And I happen to be a quick learner."
"Who could ask for anything more?" Roger asked rhetorically, his eyes lighting up with delight.
Roger threw himself on the bed, bouncing up and down on the mattress. Roger was thirty-seven years old, and as has been mentioned, the man kept himself in good shape. There was not an ounce of flab on his entire body. His well-toned muscles rippled through his sunburned skin.
Mandy stood watching his acrobatics on the bed with astonished eyes. Needless to say, she was a bit surprised at the turn of events the morning had taken. Here she was in this nice stateroom with this handsome, sunburned, muscular man, who was at the moment bouncing up and down on the bed, waiting for her to join him.
"Come on, Mandy," Roger shouted. "Let's have a bouncing contest!"
"Good enough," the girl replied, moving toward the bed and kicking off her sandals.
Soon the girl was bouncing up and down on the bed with Roger. Their bodies tumbled back and forth against the mattresses, inevitably bumping into each other.
"This is a lot of fun," exclaimed Mandy.
"It sure is!" returned Roger.
But soon Roger became impatient with the anticipatory games. His burning cock wanted action and wanted it fast. He slowed his body down on the bed and leaned over on his side, facing the young girl with a wide smile. Mandy stopped bouncing too and returned his grin.
Roger leaned over and put a gentle hand to the scanty material of Mandy's bikini. The young girl rested her gaze in his eyes. Roger leaned over a bit more and brought his lips down to the young girl's mouth. He started to kiss her, the blood pounding in his cock so that his prick pressed itself urgently against the tight material of his swimsuit.
While he brought his arms close around the young girl, Roger continued to investigate the cavern of her mouth with a tongue that knew no bounds. Slowly Roger let his fingers find their way to the band that fastened the upper half of her bikini.
Untying the band, Roger slowly drew it out in his hand. With a surge the young girl's full breasts fell out from the hold of the upper half of the bikini. Roger feasted his eyes on the rounded mounds of her breasts. His fingers ached to get to work.
And within a moment his hungry fingers were running up and down the flesh of her breasts, squeezing them and pulling her tits back and forth with pleasure. All this time he continued to kiss the young girl, letting his tongue probe the depths of her mouth.
"This feels very good!" exclaimed Mandy, as Roger manipulated her tits in his huge hands.
"Oh, my beautiful Mandy, this is only the beginning," whispered Roger in return.
The young girl heaved herself forward, so that Roger felt her breasts push themselves against the pressure of his hungry hands. The young nipples on her breasts began to harden, as he pinched and squeezed them in all sorts of manipulations. The nipples soon jutted out in all their firm, youthful splendor.
"Wow!" Roger exclaimed. "What a pair of tits you have, my little beauty!"
The girl smiled in pleasure at the compliment from the handsome man. Roger ached to let his cock show its strength. He was beginning to feel the constriction of the material of his swimsuit very annoying. He wanted to let his prick swagger its power in the open air.
"I love your muscles!" the young girl exclaimed, letting her hand reach down and fondle the bulge of Roger's cock, pressing itself forward.
"Oh, how I want to show them to you," said Roger.
"And why don't you?" asked the girl.
"Why not?" Roger replied rhetorically.
With a quick thrust of his hand he slipped his trunks down his legs and threw it to the floor. His aching penis now shot up in the air, released from the constricting pressure of the material of the swimsuit. His swollen prick surged forward before the young girl's very-eyes.
"You're very handsome!" the girl exclaimed in admiration, looking down at Roger's feverish cock.
"And you're very beautiful!" Roger whispered in return, letting his fingers grasp the edge of the bottom half of her bikini.
Wasting no time, Roger quickly drew the scanty material off of the young girl's legs. Her beautiful cunt came into view and Roger gazed longingly at the mound of Venus just an inch or two away from the reach of his fingertips. Meanwhile, the girl stared with delight at Roger's impressive cock.
"Well, my girl," said Roger, beginning to pant with desire, "let's go to it, shall we?"
"Why not?" the girl tremulously whispered in return.
Roger brought his hand down to her young cunt and let his fingers roam back and forth for a while through the curls of her pubic hair. Then he let his finger slide down to the waiting lips of her cunt. Roger brought his mouth to one of her swelling tits, while he inserted his finger into her cunt.
The young girl closed her eyes and rested her head against the mattress pillows. Roger eagerly sucked in her tits with his mouth. His tongue lapped over the hard tits over and over, while his finger probed deeper and deeper into the sweet delights of the young girl's cunt.
"Oh! This feels so good. This is so much fun!" the girl exclaimed.
"And we've only begun!" Roger returned, taking his mouth away from one warm breast and placing it on the other.
Roger's prick swelled with power. His: swollen prickhead became the color of dark purple. His balls tightened in their hairy sac. He longed to start fucking this young woman, this innocent beauty. But he didn't want to go too far the first time. After all, Mandy was a regular beauty, and Roger wanted to enjoy the pleasures of her flesh throughout the voyage ahead of them.
He decided then and there that it might be best not to fuck her this first time, but content himself with substitute pleasures. While these thoughts were going through his mind, Mandy wriggled back and forth in his arms, jutting her swinging breasts against him, urging him in all her innocence to take her tit deeper into his mouth.
Roger had no trouble complying. He eagerly sucked in the beautiful tit, while his finger eased its length back and forth in her cunt. Soon he knew he could wait no longer. He had to come. He had to get his rocks off. He ached to jerk his semen out of his feverish prick.
Taking his mouth away from her delicious breasts, Roger rose slightly on the bed and started to edge backwards, until he came to the position where his face was level with her waiting cunt. Lowering his mouth with his tongue sticking out, Roger began to lubricate the lips of her cunt with his oral organ.
Mandy groaned softly. Roger traced his tongue up and down the lips of her cunt. At the same time he began to strum his prick, bringing it up and down in the air, urging the boiling semen inside him to make its flow. Mandy wiggled her tits back and forth as Roger's tongue found its way into her cunt.
While he surged his tongue forward into her pussy, Roger started to come. In the tight grip of his frantically moving fingers, Roger's penis shot itself forward. Soon, rapid bursts of semen shot into the air. His swollen prick oozed out its rich treasure.
Moaning and groaning, Roger let his head fall to Mandy's wet cunt, while he continued to clutch the swollen penis in his hand, encouraging it with forceful movements to give up the last of its supply of seed. Heavy drops of warm semen spilled to the sheet on the bed.