Chapter 5
NICE TO BE LOVED, AND LOVED, AND LOVED!
Really, it was an orgy on boats. That is how I think of the weekend at Lovelace. It was just one yacht after another, and in some of those boat cabins some pretty wild scenes were going on.
Lovelace Hall is on the Solent, not far from Lymington. It is not much of a house, but has a small natural harbour, in which were anchored at least fifteen very large yachts. There was some sort of yacht racing going on, starting the following week, and this group had arrived early, and were full of fun and games and money. Sir Peters drove me down in his old Bentley. We arrived in the dark, to be greeted by fireworks whooshing up into the sky. It seems that some prankster had'iet off a few rockets to liven up the night.
"Ahah, Peters, you have a popsie, eh." A moustached yachtsman primly glanced at me, then directed us along the quay to where we would find the young man organizing the whole thing.
"Peters, you old devil, knew you would turn up. Got a nice girl. Jove what a stunner. I am Jimsey. And you are?"
"Diana. I love your harbour," I told the blond haired young man as I got out of the Bentley. He stared at me, then winked at Sir Peters, took my arm, and escorted me over to a gangway onto an enormous white yacht.
"Diana, good name, Goddess of Love. You look really stunning, Diana. I suppose you'll have to change into ship gear, as those fancy dresses will be ruined."
"We're not going sailing, are we?" I said it in alarm, as I had had enough of yachts to last me a very long time. "I get sick on boats," I added lamely.
Jimsey gave a great hoot of laughter as we stepped onto the deck of what turned out to be his own private motor yacht. "Most of these fellows are harbour sailors. Never been to sea in their lives, but they know all the jargon, and they can tell you tales that would almost make the Ancient Mariner turn over in his grave! Hell, they would get lost trying to make it out of harbour, Diana. Have no fear, the real sailors are sour, taciturn people who have little time for us club house fellers."
I nodded. I knew exactly what Jimsey meant by the real sailors. I had married one and been to sea for too long. In a way, I was now fairly on the side of the dry-land yachtsman whom Sam had always been so quick to sneer at. They loved all things to do with yachts and yachting, but they loathed sailing out into the ocean. It was understandable.
"Careful how you come down these gangway steps." Jimsey helped me with one hand firmly over my breast. I sighed and accepted the intimacy. It was going to be that kind of a party, I could tell right away. In fact, as I reached the bottom of the gangway his other hand seemed to find the most sensitive part of my bottom to support me in case I stumbled. And, if I had stumbled, his finger would have slid in to prevent me falling!
"Jimsey, please!" I said in shocked surprise.
"What? Sorry me girl. Come on in and brace yourself for attack by pirates, Moors with whips, and any other kind of nautical atrocity you have ever heard of. Beware of the man with the pegleg; he loves to stomp on a girl's fanny with that wooden peg of his." Jimsey laughed and I was not altogether certain whether or not I shouldn't take him seriously since having had one of his fingers almost right into my slit within a few minutes of meeting him. I was wary of the whole thing.
And, indeed, I was right. A wilder, more orgiastic lot of ship's crews never before floated. They never went to sea, but they did not need to. All the sort of fighting they did was strictly with girls and in a bunk, bed, or on a deck-mattress. They might not have ever used the sabre or the cutlass, but they had a good weapon in their grasp most of the time, their cocks. I think now that there must be something about the sea air which makes men especially lusty. This lot of party givers were a floating menace of lust, rape, copulation, buggery, whipping, and chaining up. But perhaps that is what comes of never finally going to sea. The cabin was high, long, and wide. A man's bare buttocks were slowly rising and falling as we entered. I got a glimpse of a girl's knees, one on each side of the man's waist. Then Jimsey swore, jumped forward and hastily covered the naked couple.
"Hell, Frank, can't you wait until the whole lot arrive?" Jimsey told the culprit. "Who have you there with you?"
"Yolanda, I think," came the breath-heavy reply.
"Diana, sorry to bring you in here, but Frank always was a pig. Diana, come this way. Hey you lot in there, I'm bringing a new girl through; so cover yourselves up, or else look smart about it all." Jimsey had flushed as he spoke to them; he glanced back at me to see if I was shocked.
"Hello, Yolanda." I addressed the surging blanket.
"Oh, Diana?" came the muffled reply. "You got here-that's good. See you later, Diana. I'm erer-busy at the moment, so you must ohh, ohh, ohh!"
I left quickly as the blanket was beginning to surge faster and faster. It made me feel a gnawing to watch Yolanda being fucked so hidden and so heartily.
In the chart room were three young men. They were also taken by surprise as they turned and stared at Jimsey and me as we entered.
"Jeese, a girl," one announced, then stared down at the chart table they were all lined up against.
I stared down, too, naturally. On the chart table were their three cocks. Obviously, it was a measuring competition. They did not seem to have a lot of size-difference between them. But I could not help blushing at their embarrassment. They all stared at each other, then down at their cocks again, then over at me.
"Excuse us, we were deciding who would be first." The tallest man spoke so beautifully.
"Sing lads-sing it out." The coarser one of the three was determined not to be put off by my unexpected arrival.
All three suddenly looked up and sang at the tops of their voices:
' T'was aboard the good ship Venus
the mast was a rampant penis
The figure-head
Was a whore in bed
And the skipper a fucking genius.... '
Jimsey dragged me through the chartroom, past the three ardent vocalists. Obviously, there are times when it is best not to be introduced to people. We came into another corridor; a naked, girl lay across it. Her head was in a cabin on one side of the corridor, and her head was swaying backwards and forwards. Her naked waist vanished into the other cabin opposite the one her head was in. Her hips seemed to be doing a completely different rhythm to the movements of her head! Jimsey and I were as if turned to stone by the strange sets of vibrations that went through this naked girl. It was impossible to tell what was happening to her. Then, both Jimsey and I knew, and Jimsey swore most crudely.
We both had to step over this enthusiastic girl. She even gave us a wave of the hand as she went on busily working. The girl was fellating one young man in a bunk in one small cabin, while she was experiencing a busy tonguing herself in the other. The atmosphere of the yacht seemed to be highly sexually charged, and I was feeling some of the excitement myself. Jimsey led the way into the front cabin, where more orgiastic activities were in full swing.
"My goodness, we must be short of gals for her to take on two. I don't think we'd better try going through here. Let's get back on deck."
I peered past Jimsey as he spoke. The room seemed to be filled with blue tobacco fumes and writhing bodies. I also seemed to know one or two of the faces who peered back at us. The noise was very loud as a radio played and a girl was screaming out her orgasm thrills. Jimsey hurriedly closed the door and we went up another small companionway to the deck.
"Pretty busy. Gad, wonder what's going on aboard those others. This crew certainly started off early." Jimsey sighed and wiped his forehead. He seemed to be somewhat shaken by the sight and fury of the unleashed orgy. "I hope all of this doesn't shock you, Diana," Jimsey said as he held my breasts and helped me back onto the aft deck. "The lads are rather keen on their nooky, I'm afraid, and they just went off all so furiously there was no stopping them. Actually, it was the girl's fault as some ass of a gal started to strip off and parade about showing her mouse to everyone. That's what did it!"
While he was speaking to me, Jimsey had dropped his hand once again. It was pressing and fondling my thighs in that certain way that suggested Jimsey had also become enthusiastic for sporting ways. The whole scene we had just looked into was very exciting, and I knew that Jimsey was doing his best to control himself, so I did not protest about his hand, or his pressing fingers.
"Let's go and look at this next tub. It's Lord Greilles' boat, and she's a real luxurious job. The old fart is someplace with his old mistress. I expect he's trying to get a hard-on. These old lords are so randy; it must be frustrating to want nookey and not be able to raise the beat to dig into it. Gets all the cunt thrown at him, actually, but he has to suffer with just thinking what he ought to be able to do to it."
After giving me this information, and a fur ther enthusiastic rubbing that was beginning to interest me more and more, Jimsey took my hand, with his free hand, and led me over another wide gangway to the next yacht moored here in the private harbour of Lovelace Hall.
"Best go easily, as we don't want to start walking over people."
The next yacht was a long, wide one. In contrast to the vibrating orgies going on in the first yacht, this second one seemed perfectly peaceful, until we looked into one of the staterooms. Jimsey led the way through one door, along a short corridor, and then into a vast stateroom. There was the sound of ballet music, and a heavy scent of Chanel in the air. I was surprised by the red lighting. The very air seemed to pulsate with sensuality.
"The old fart is trying to get a hard-on!" Jimsey explained to me. "Where, I can't see?"
"Over there." Jimsey pointed then called out, "Hello there Lord Greilles, may we come in?"
"Who-ah, Jimsey, my lad. I am desperate. Come over here and look at this most succulent cunt. Did you ever see such a delicious piece of ass in all your life."
We approached a great round bed in the far comer of the stateroom. The floor was littered with ripped pieces of girls underwear. I observed a short black whip lying closer to the bed.
"Look, Jimsey, look, my boy!" came the voice again.
Charles, Lord Greilles, was grossly fat. He sat naked on his bed surrounded by red pillows. Before him was a girl, and as far as I could make out she was standing on her shoulders with her legs up in the air. Her legs were wide apart, and her cunt slit was a light pink cut right below Lord Greilles' face. His fingers parted the cunt and he peered into it as if inspecting a sea-shell opening.
"Beautiful little cunt you are." He slobbered over her.
"Rather jolly, what." Jimsey sounded nervous as we stood there watching Lord Greilles' inspection. "Charles, let me introduce Diana, Sir Peters' friend, who has just joined the party."
"How does she fuck, Jimsey?" Charles looked up, a great red fleshy face. "Pleased to meet you, my dear. We must get better acquainted later, over this weekend. I am not dangerous, so you needn't worry. Matter of fact with this," he slapped his gross fat belly, making it wobble and heave, "I really haven't seen my own cock for years and years. Has anyone seen a lost cock?" he joked and peered about.
Jimsey laughed. "I think you'll manage it, Charles."
"Later, my boy, with infinite patience, I might. Infinite patience is the thing, Diana. This upside-down girl is, I think, Lady June. Are you Lady June, me dear?" he asked down into the open cunt as if it were a speaking tube.
Slowly the legs lowered and the girl rested down flat on the bed. She was red in the face from all the blood having gone to her head. She closed her eyes and swore swiftly, then looked up at Jimsey.
"Hello, Jimsey. Do you see what this impotent old bastard is having me do?"
"Yes, June, dear. Meet Diana."
"Diana, hi-there. Don't let this castrated lecherous old fart' get his hands on you, Diana. He can only maul you about, and he has a habit of poking his nose right up your cunt and bubbling away like a dirty Turk!"
I stared at them both; there was something rather obscene about them. The girl could not have been more than twenty, and yet she was lying there showing all she had to everyone, so simply!
"I shall see you later, Diana, me dear girl. I expect you will have all sorts of exciting new things to interest me." Charles stared at me as he pawed steadily away at June. "I know you will be kind to me, and there's a special gift I have for girls who succeed in making me excited. Tell her about it, Jimsey, my boy. You wretch you. Owwh!" Charles ended by giving such a sudden shriek, I was startled into staring down at the obscene pair of them again. June had dug her fingers right into his fleshy belly and was seeming to rip the folds apart. This made Charles slap back at her and howl like a girl. It was all some part of their love-play, so Jimsey and I slowly stepped away into the blue smoke, the incense and perfume laden air, where the red glows of many lights made us feel more like human spirits lost in some Bacchanalian undershow.
"Charles is so gross! He's a direct descendant, comes down from the line of the Hanoverian Princes, so he is really a lecherous remnant of the bad old days-or were they the good bad old days?" Jimsey chuckled and led the way out of the stateroom, on into the next.
This motor-yacht was so vast. I never felt for a moment I was on board any sort of a ship. I think if the yacht my ex-husband, Samuel had sailed in had been as large as this one, I would never have got so sick and lonely. Here, there was all the room in the world to play, and laugh, and live, and have any number of orgies one ever cared to indulge in. One of the staterooms seemed almost as large as a football field.
"He sails down to Cannes Harbour once a year, then back here again, with a fresh crew of girls. Charles has a liking for Algerian girls at the moment. Lady June wants him to marry her-he's only thirty-eight, you know."
"Thirty-eight?" I was astonished.
"Surprised." Jimsey paused in a new corridor to kiss me and press against me. I could feel that his cock was hard, which was what Jimsey wanted me to know.
"Surprised at what?" I looked at him with a slight smile.
"Oh, at lots of things," Jimsey murmured as he massaged my mons through my dress with the palm of his hand pressing flat against me.
"You are excited," I murmured.
"Very! I am the rake of the harbour towns. Come to Lovelace for loving, is what I always say. Nice to be loved and loved, and loved! There isn't enough love in the world. So our generation has got to make up for that serious lack!"
Jimsey seemed amused as he said this to me. "I think it is going to be wild, this week-end," I answered.
"Going to be, Diana? It is wild, you mean." Jimsey gave me another kiss and a harder rub; then we went on into the next stateroom of this vast motor-yacht.
At first I thought this new stateroom was some kind of a gymnasium. There were bars on the walls, ropes from the ceiling, and a leather horse bolted down to the floor. Also there was a wide scattering of mats on the floor, the types of mats they use in a gym for landing on after jumping. Then a groaning noise came above the sound of the wild music from a large record player. The groan itself came from the far end on the room.
"Oh, blimey, there's some sadists here," Jimsey announced and seemed to hesitate about going on into the room. I was interested and pushed him on. Jimsey took my hand and led the way to where a group of three men were going through what I first took to be some kind of yoga exercises.
"Flower children of the world, welcome," one bland young man in a white towel robe spoke to us. "Welcome-oooch!"
"I say, Terence, is that hard enough?" another asked him.
"Do you mean my cock, or the ropes?" Terence replied.
"The ropes, dear fellow, the ropes. I know your cock is always hard! We shall start thrashing you soon. Hello Jimsey. Who is the lady? Does she fuck straight, or has she something new to offer?"
Jimsey seemed angry. "This is Diana, lads. Be polite. I don't think she fucks at all!"
This raised a tremendous shriek of laughter from all three. They were so wrapped up in torturing themselves and each other, that when they laughed it increased their agonies tenfold.
"Funny boy! A girl who does not fuck. Well, did you ever hear of such a useless idea?" They all shrieked with mirth again. "Don't make us laugh so much, Jimsey, it hurts. God-how it hurts!"
"I think you ought to say hello to Diana." Jimsey ordered the contorted and distorted trio.
"Hello Diana, the girl who does not." Terence grinned and wept as the ropes seemed to be almost pulling his arms out of his sockets.
"Come on, let's leave these three perverts." Jimsey took me by the hand and dragged me on, along the room, over the mats, past a couple who seemed locked in a dead still intimacy.
"Hello, Jordan," Jimsey called to the entwined couple.
"Hello, Jimsey." Came the crisp reply, but neither moved. I wondered who was doing what to the other. The voice did come from somewhere beneath the naked girl's thighs.
"This is Diana," Jimsey introduced me. ' 'Hello, Diana," came the voice again. "Is that right you don't fuck? You must be good at blowing then. I shall have to try you."
"She does fuck," Jimsey told the voice beneath the curved girl. "At least, I suppose she does."
"See you later, Diana." The voice faded off as if the mouth was busy elsewhere.
"Come along me girl, I think this orgy must be going on in every one of these damned boats." Jimsey took my breast and helped me into the next corridor. Then he suddenly turned and held me very tightly against him. His cock was hard and upright, so it felt like a thick roller between us.
"I am getting too hot. How about it?" Jimsey asked. I pushed his hand down from beneath my miniskirt.
"Later, Jimsey, dear," I told him. "I want to see what is going on in the other boats, first."
"Oh, Diana, I have a hell of a hard-on right now. Be such a pity to waste it, now wouldn't it?"
"It won't be wasted; I promise you that!" I told him as we kissed with our mouths lightly open. Our tongues met and rolled about each other. I knew if he pressed hard I would have given myself to him right there and then, in the corridor and on that spot. But Jimsey was as interested in seeing the boats as I was. In a few seconds he sighed, cuddled his arm about my waist, and nodded.
"Right, let's get along, then, before I split my cock open with desire for you. I must say, Diana, I am jolly glad you decided to come to my nice little tea party here at Lovelace Hall. I was feeling quite left out of all these good things when you and Sir Peters came rolling up so late. I am darned glad you made it here."
"Let's move on, Jimsey."
With that we moved across the wide corridor on the motor-yacht and came to the front stateroom. In the front stateroom were the drinkers. There were several crates of champagne on the floor, all filled, some of them not even opened. I sat down, as I felt in need for a drink, and Jimsey went to the busy bar and got me a gin. Jimsey had some organizing to do; then we would continue with our round of the other yachts. Meanwhile, I sat there and sipped the drink and nibbled at the ham sandwiches he had brought me.
As I sat there, I watched a very drunken young girl. She only had a dress on, and the two young men with her were slowly unzipping her dress and working it off her body. The girl was too drunk to be able to help them, but she giggled her approval and kept taking one of their hands and rubbing it between her legs up and down.
"Fuck me, please," she managed to announce and then lay back in a stupor.
The two young men were leaning over her, swaying, then they both placed their glasses down and sat beside her. The naked girl had a beautiful young body, and both young men seemed to struggle against their drunkenness. But slowly they both toppled over. One buried his face between the girl's fine breasts. The other seemed to slide down until his face vanished into the dark hairs of her crotch. Then all three seemed to fall asleep, becoming completely still. They made a wonderful frieze of orgiastic posture. The girl's legs enclosing the man's face, the other man between her noble breasts. I sat and slowly ate my ham sandwiches, sipped my drink, and felt better.
"Hello, Diana, shall we go on and see the other boats?" Jimsey had come back to me. I nodded enthusiastically.
"Those three seem out of it all. Nice posture." Jimsey made this comment as we got up and went past the sleeping trio. "I guess they will wake up and be a bit more active later on."
I have never cared for drunks over-much. They seem to lose their senses as soon as they have had a few. I prefer a man who either does not drink or, if he does drink, manages to hold his liquor well and properly. So many drunks just get into that state as an excuse. I do not even feel sorry for them. In fact, to be drunk at a really wild orgy party like this one was turning out to be, seemed to me to miss the whole point of the thing. After all, one can go and get drunk any time. A party like this does not happen every day. I was all for staying sober and enjoying myself, no matter what happened. I knew that I would be fucked, and I had come knowing that. But then, that is what an orgy is for. So we left the large stateroom and all the drinkers.
"The next yacht is Lady Melphs', and she is a devil of a dyke, Diana. Hold onto me or she will be having you as one of her girls, and training you up like she does her girls and her boxer dogs. She's a bit of a bitch, herself, so stay close."
We paused in the dark of the harbour. For we had come out onto the deck of the giant motor-yacht of Lord Greilles, and were now by the gangway over the water to the next yacht. This seemed quite small when compared to the motoryacht, but in fact it was quite a big boat. I fondled and kissed with Jimsey for several minutes before we once more moved on.
"This way to the dyke world of Lady Melphs." Jimsey chuckled and helped me over onto the next deck.
We found the way down into the main cabin of this new yacht. There was a wide stairway, and then double doors. The moment the doors were open, a fog of blue smoke and a strong scent of horses and dogs assailed my nostrils. I was strongly reminded of the stables that my sweet sister Trudy had run, and of her pet brute in the stables who had raped me all those years ago. I felt like turning and fleeing, right that second.
"Hold on, Diana, I shall guard you!" Jimsey was most reassuring. "Never worry, Jimsey is here. In fact, Jimsey will have to be right there before long, because Jimsey cannot hold out for much longer." Jimsey chuckled as he steered me into the smoky stateroom, and the wild weird world of Lady Melphs.
"Hello, Jimsey!" came a booming loud baritone voice as we entered the yacht's single giant room.
"Hello, Jackie," Jimsey shouted back in reply. "Meet Diana!"
"Oh, what have we here?" The baritone voice dropped a note and became sickly sweet. "Diana, that is a most interesting name, and I am sure the girl is absolutely fascinating. Did you bring her for me especially, Jimsey, you sweet child?"
Lady Melphs, Jackie, came thundering upon us. She was a huge woman whose great breasts were loose beneath a thick sweater. Her movements made those round loaf-like cakes of breasts heave and spread in a most fascinating way. I was so stunned by the sight of her great bosom, I hardly noticed her hand take hold of mine and squeeze it. I am afraid I gave an invol untary shudder and almost snatched my hand from her.
Jackie had a moustache! I stared at that next, for it was also as fascinating as were her loaflarge breasts. It was a distinct dark moustache, and I could imagine all the other hairy parts of her body having the same black bristles. I smiled and was instantly seized and hugged by immense manly arms. Jackie was not one for a formal period of getting to know each other.
"You sweet and precious little doll. What a wonderful creature you are. I am quite sure you have suffered very badly at the hands of these filthy male animals. You have been raped, haven't you, once or twice?" Her voice boomed into me.
"Yes." I was so shocked, I blurted it out, staring at her.
"Oh, how disgusting it must have been. To have some filthy beast of a man push his filthy thing right into you. Diana, my pet, you should have come to me before this. You should have come to me long, long ago. I know the pain. I know the degradation. I would have gone and horse-whipped the brute for you. Oh, my poor, poor pet of a dear sweet girl." Suddenly Jackie glared at Jimsey. "Was it you, you swine?" her booming voice demanded.
"No, it was long ago, not Jimsey." I went quickly to his rescue.
"Ah, Jimsey, thank you."
"Thanks for what, Jackie?"
"Thank you for bringing to me this beautiful, young, and defenseless creature! It was so good of you. We would have met some time or other, in any case. But Jimsey has made it now, for us, and now is so important!"
"It is?" I was still half stunned, and half throttled by her grip hugging me to her. "Please, I can't, I can't...."
"You can't speak of it, sweet child. I know, I know how it is." Jackie held me.
"No, I can't breathe when you hug me so tight," I protested.
"We are friends; we shall be lovers." Her voice dropped to a filthy low note.
"Damn it, Jackie, let go of Diana. I have to take her the rounds, first. We shall come back to you later."
"Take her through all of these ships, it's a disgusting thought. I do so wish I had time to go with you both." Jackie kissed me on the cheek. Then she suddenly released me so I staggered into the arms and support of Jimsey.
"Here, meet my gang of girls. Here is Lottie and Candy; over here are Taffy and Penny. You will love them all, in all ways, once you come back and join our wonderfully intimate menage, dear Diana. Say hello to Diana, girls," Jackie ordered in her baritone voice.
"Hello, Diana," they chorused all together.
I had not been aware of them all, but they had been lying there on the mountains of colored silk satin cushions, watching their noble mistress greet me. As I looked around, I though for a moment I was staring at a whole collection of semitame pussy cats. They all had such slanted feline eyes, and they all were naked or semi-naked. One or two had some quite severe whip-markings across their beautiful backs. Others were smoking, or sipping from glasses, with small pink tongues showing. But sexually, they were enough to make me shiver. A collection of several of the most sexy, vicious looking young girls I have ever seen in my life. One and all of them were staring at me, oval eyes semi-closed. Some seemed jealous, others fascinated, and their eyes gleamed; others were completely indifferent. I know my own sex, and these were the strangest collection of very beautiful and very young girls I have ever seen.
"You'll never want to leave me, sweet girls, will you?" Jackie boomed out at them. I noticed, incidentally, that she was holding a short black whip in her right hand as she said this. The girls' eyes all traveled with the motions of the whip being waved before them. They were at once terrified, yet sexually excited by the movements of this monstrous mistress of a dyke!
"No, Jackie, no, we'll never leave you!" they chorused, obediently.
"Sweet girls. I love you all."
"We all love you," they chanted back.
"What games shall we play?" Jackie advanced towards them.
"Oh, what games shall we play!" came the breathless reply.
"Come along, Diana, before the fun turns to fury," Jimsey whispered into my ear. He steered me along through the room, to the deck of the boat.
Here, in the dark, he suddenly pulled me right to him. I could feel Jimsey's tense body moving in an up and down motion against mine.
"My God! Diana, I have got to fuck you, please, please. We must fuck as my balls are aching like hells bells for you. I shall go nuts soon if we don't get down and start fucking properly like two normal people should!" Jimsey was desperately in want. I could tell by his hands prying at my pussy lips. His body was quivering and his cock seemed to be trying to lance a hole through his trouser front. "I shall explode soon. Diana, I need you so much!"
"Oh, Jimsey, what can I do to help you?" I sighed as I put my hands about his neck and resteu my body right against him. I opened my legs to allow him some delicious wriggles to help him realize that I too wanted to fuck.
"What shall we do, what shall we do?" Jimsey moaned and groaned.
I was silent. I could tell him. But then, it is never up to the girl to say "let's fuck" no matter how hot or how badly she wishes to do it. In some cases, perhaps, it is permissible. But in this case I quite determined to leave the initiative to Jimsey. He should know what to do, after all.
"God, I shall come if my cock as much as touches your cunt lips. I'll have to sublimate. We must sublimate. Sublimation is the order of it all. We shall have to go right away and see Shiva Yogolanda. He's the sex guru who helps us find the right positions for our hot sessions of transcendental copulation. This way, my sweet."
I had my hand on the hot hard mound of his cock, and Jimsey took hold of my breasts and cupped his hands about them, walking right behind me. With his cock pressing me on, his hands steering me by my tits, we started off into the sea-dark night. I was frightened we would miss the way to the guru, and end in that wet slot of cold ocean that lapped and hissed between each of these many yachts. But Jimsey knew which direction to take us in. We passed over five other boats, some of which were absolutely almost leaping out of the water with the rhythmic vibrations of what I just knew was communal fucking.
"Gad, Diana, this is a really successful orgy. Listen to those sexual maniacs fuck!" Jimsey commented. "They will stove out the bottom of the boats with the punding they are giving those girls' arses! My God, they will sink the whole fleet with their fucking. Gad, what a crew they are. No wonder they never put to sea for the yacht races. They haven't the strength left to tug a rope or a sail during the day. Wonderful wonderful lot of fuckers. Jolly good show, this orgy!"
So we strode on, stiff and tense, looking for the guru who might help us out of our predicament.