George Bacchus - Pleasure Bound - Afloat

He could stand it no longer, and roughly he turned her over.

Hony had almost fainted with the ecstasy of her sensual passions, such as she had never felt before, but as she felt him turn her over, instinctively she opened her thighs.

Without hesitation, the young man was on top of her, and in a few, all too brief, seconds, it was over.

Hony fell asleep in his arms.

So the voyage continued.

The weather grew colder as they reached the more southern latitudes nearing the Horn, which fortunately they were able to round without any of the terrible experiences so often met with in that region, and the New Decameron again set herself northwards towards the goal of their voyage, which they were now rapidly approaching.

During this period of uninviting weather the deck promenades were almost entirely deserted by the passengers, and also by as many of the crew whose duty did not compel them to leave the warmth and comfort below.

At the speed the New Decameron was travelling the cold air cut one as a knife, but Mi Silverwood braved it every day for a short walk for exercise, and his example was followed by Hony and Carrie as well as some of the others; but not Miss Jepps, she would not jeopardise her appearance in that way, or the hold she had managed to secure on some of the apparently most wealthy of the young man's supporters.

Hony and Carrie when on deck were usually under the young man's protection, but sometimes it happened that their escorts were the two boys Cyril and his brother Jim-a better looking quartet it would be impossible to find.

Lord Reggie, as he watched them, thought of Cyril's suggestion, and longed to see all four stripped stark naked, and their perfectly-formed bodies interwoven in the abandonment of lust.

As he thought of it his penis became rigid and swollen to bursting point, but he resisted the temptation to relieve his feelings himself. Once he got Cyril to follow him into his cabin after the morning walk He kissed the lad passionately. Undoing the buttons of his trousers he released the youth's small but by no means insignificant prick. Playing with it, rubbing it up and down against his cheek, he could not resist the temptation and let his lips encircle the scarlet head, while his tongue gently titillated the tiny opening.

(Lord Reggie had done nothing of this kind since the old days at Harrow. Once, after his first triumph at Lord's when, despite the young man's insinuation that he could not play leg-breaks, he had collected fourteen wickets for just sixty-nine, he thought the number deserved a celebration, and he just managed his average.)

He let the boy's prick slip further and further into his mouth, holding it tightly all the time. Cyril writhed, and tearing the buttons from Lord Reggie's trousers grasped his rampant member. Before Lord Reggie realised what was happening he felt the boy ejaculating in his mouth. He did not let go; he felt he could not, and at the same moment there shot out from him, over the boy's hand and arm, the token of the state into which he had worked himself.

Little has been said of the thirteenth member of the voluntary prisoners from the Mesopotamia- the Scottish girl, Madge. She in common with the other prisoners thoroughly enjoyed herself. She was endowed with, if possible, more than the usual love of that nation for the 'forbidden fruit', and she had organised some seances of lustful abandon, with the help of Connie and Mamie, that the most extravagant descriptions of imaginative erotic literature could hardly equal; they were generally assisted by five or six of the pirates, and frequently had an audience of several times that number.

The enforced confinement to the smoking-room of the ship during the cold spell led to more stories after dinner.

One night the young man forced Mr. Silverwood to take his hand in the game.

'Now, Mr. Silverwood, I think it's your turn to let us have one.'

Mr. Silverwood slowly responded. He wasn't exactly happy on the New Decameron. He wanted it, and didn't get it, and he found a story to fit his mood. He gave them a very new showman story.

The showman, he explained, after the failure of the monkeys to do anything really humorous or indelicate, took the party straight to the cage of the laughing hyena.

His lecture began thus:

'“This hanimile, gents, is the laughing hyena: he's very strange, he eats only once a year, fucks only once every six years, and yet-” when there came a voice from the crowd:

'“Then what the hell 'as he got to laugh at?”'

The pirates joined in a hearty laugh over this.

Billy Neale then broke in. 'I was staying with one of the sub-registrars in the county of B- right up north of Scotland. He told me he'd had an enquiry from his chief as to why the north of Scotland had the reputation for so many illegitimate babies, and could he give any reason. He replied he could not, but he might mention that in his parish alone there were eleven unmarried parsons.'

At the end of this story, the young man's unmistakable cough gave the hint-it was cabin time.

They went to bed, and Mr. Silverwood mentally rejoiced that they had got past the Horn-though he hadn't lost his. He tried to sleep and when he had overcome his horn-by married labour-he did.

As the weather gradually grew warmer, the deck again became the favourite haunt, and the voyage perfectly enjoyable.

Hony had got accustomed to go into the young man's cabin whenever she liked, though of course she usually knocked, but one morning, rising earlier than usual, she stole out, and cautiously made her way there. She was feeling hot and excited, wanting to be cuddled and kissed; she meant to wake him gently with a kiss, then creep into his bed beside him, and she felt sure he would be pleased to see her, and it would happen again.

When she got to the door she quietly tried the handle, and it turned; she stepped in quickly and closed it before looking at the bed. As she did so she gave a little gasp of surprise.

The young man lay there quite naked, and on him sat Maudie with a leg on each side of his body. They had stopped all movement as the door opened.

Also on the bed was Jim; he had an arm round Maudie, and was kissing and sucking one of her breasts, while his other hand was between the young man's legs under Maudie's buttocks; she could see he was playing with the young man's balls.

At first she was seized with the pangs of jealousy.

The young man noticed it, and said, 'Come here, Hony, and kiss me, you must not be jealous here, you know; we are all good friends, darling.'

She came over with a shade of reluctance, and kissed him, but the kiss he gave her in return drove all else from her head. He kept her mouth glued to his as she bent over him, and to her it felt as if he was sucking out her life's blood; his hand wandered under her delicately shaded, simple dressing gown, and under the soft, light fabric of her nightdress it came in contact with the cool, firm flesh of her legs. An intense thrill passed over them both, and he pressed her lips even more tightly to his. His body quivered, and his buttocks rose and fell with a quick spasmodic motion. Maudie helped him, first relieving him of her weight, then letting it press down on him as much as she could, engulfing his rigid member to the uttermost fraction. Jim's hand slipped down from the young man's testicles, and he gently thrust a finger, moistened by the juice of life that had already escaped from Maudie, into that aperture which was not designed by nature to receive.

The young man's thrusts grew faster and more fierce; he roughly thrust his hand between Hony's legs, and two fingers up her now quite humid sheath. With one final convulsion he spent, and for a few seconds his body became quite rigid-then the intoxicating spasm was over.