Roland DeForrest - The Erotic Quest of Dirk and Honey

“Oh, absolutely,” she purred as she inched forward to stroke first one, then the other of the delighted native’s dual appendages. “What is the American saying? ‘Double your pleasure, double your fun’?”

While Bouscaral wavered, considering her proposal, Honey seized the moment-and the two stiff cocks-yanking the elderly native off the bed. Throwing off her robe, she flung herself upon him like a she-wolf in heat, wrestling the horny old man to the carpet, throwing him flat on his back. Squatting over his bony hips, she took a prick in each and sat, thrusting the two organs deep into her. Gasping in sheer delight, she began to rock up and down, her heavy, full breasts swaying and bouncing over the scrawny chest of the startled but appreciative old geezer.

Though neither one of the twin dicks was large by itself, her pussy was stretched to its limits by the two together. Through half-lidded eyes, she could see that Kolina had ceased her caterwauling and had risen up on one elbow, her cries forgotten as she watched Honey’s amazing performance. Bouscaral’s mouth hung open in amazement. The old man wheezed and whimpered happily while Honey rode up and down on the matched pair in wild abandon.

Beneath her, the old man reached up his bony fingers and pinched her dusky-rose nipples. His toothless, withered face leered up at her like that of a deliriously happy child as she impaled herself repeatedly on his unusual organs.

Honey felt her own climax approaching, and at the last moment she raised herself off the double helping of meat and turned herself sideways to reach behind and beneath her. Grabbing one stiff pecker, she rammed it up her anus, while, with the other hand, she jammed the other one into her dripping honeypot. The double entry did the deed. Moaning and quivering, she rode the two-headed oddity to an extremely satisfactory climax, while the old geezer, giggling inanely, let loose with his own double-barreled blast.

Weakly, Honey rolled off the old man and collapsed on the rug, her whole luscious frame shaking with sensual vibrations. She cast a glance at Bouscaral, who gaped as if seeing her with new eyes. Kolina, however, pouted, obviously disapproving of the entire episode, and bounced off the bed, grabbing her nightgown and fleeing from the stateroom. Honey wanted to run after her, but Henri appeared to have other plans. For the first time since she had been in his employ, he revealed his drawn sword to her. Long and sleek, it rose from between his legs like a lethal weapon.

Honey rose to her feet and, stepping over the recumbent form of the elderly native, swept up her robe. Pulling it on, she smiled sweetly. “ Merci , Monsieur Bouscaral,” she murmured. “Forgive me for intruding upon your playtime.” She started for the door, the very epitome of decorum.

“Wait,” Henri barked, and kicked a lazy foot out at the old man. The ancient debauchee scrambled up and, grinning thankfully at Honey, hobbled out the door, clucking happily in his native tongue. Bouscaral waited until the door was closed before patting the bed beside him. “Come here, Mademoiselle Fortel,” he said quietly.

She hesitated. There was something out of the ordinary in his manner. The sharp planes of his decadently handsome face were filmed with a light layer of sweat, and the way he smoothed the edges of his trim black mustache gave her pause. His streamlined organ had not drooped a centimeter, and pointed at her like a knife.

Pretending embarrassment, she cinched the robe’s sash tighter. “Monsieur Bouscaral,” she began formally, “I think it is not wise for us to… to become involved on a personal level while I am working for you. It has been my experience that-”

“Fuck your experience,” he said. “You have deceived me.”

Genuine alarm flooded her system, and a warning bell of caution sounded in her ears. “Deceived?” she repeated innocently. “I do not know what you mean, Monsieur Bouscaral.”

He smiled wickedly. “All this time you have worked for me, I had no idea you were so sexual. Why have you hidden it for so long?”

She bowed her head, blushing effectively. “I did not want you to find me a poor influence on Kolina.”

“ Au contraire ,” he replied, one of his jet-black eyebrows arching upward. “She likes you so much, she might have loosened up a bit by seeing your example.”

“She is very young, Monsieur.”

“Nonsense. She’s a nymphet. Been screwing since she was twelve.” He paused, looking down at his hard root. “Did she tell you how she threw herself on me when we first met? She begged me to screw her. And after I did, she pleaded with me to take her away from her school. Did she tell you that?”

“A schoolgirl crush, perhaps? Very understandable. You are so generous and handsome. A fantasy come true for any girl.”

He eyed her appreciatively. “You have good taste.”

“Alas,” she sighed, “what has it gotten me? Very, very little.”

“What do you want that you do not have?”

She managed a small smile, wistful, longing. “So very much.”

“Perhaps I could help. If you are nice to me.” The implications of his statement hung heavy in the air.

She held his gaze. “As long as you have the girl, you do not need me,” she said.

“A man can have an appetite for many dishes.”

“True, I suppose. But I would not feel right with the girl around.”

“You want me to get rid of Kolina, is that it?”

“I do not want you to do anything you do not want.”

Bouscaral scowled, and his slim, sleek cock began to twitch like a divining rod. Honey decided not to press her luck too far. With a slight tilt of her head, she offered demurely, “Now if you will excuse me, I will retire to my cabin for the night.”

“Dammit,” he grumbled, grabbing his hard organ in both hands as if strangling a poisonous snake. “I want to fuck you. Now !”

Raising her head stiffly, she replied, “I am flattered, to be sure. But I will not play second fiddle to the girl. Bonne nuit .” She turned and left the room, closing the door firmly behind her.

Going to Kolina’s cabin, she tapped lightly on the door. “It’s Claudine,” she said softly.

“Go away,” came the girl’s sullen reply.

“Please, I need to talk with you. It’s important.”

It took a while, but finally the lovely blonde girl threw open the door. She was nude and pale, and she immediately returned to her bed and crawled under the covers. Honey closed the door and crossed to sit on the edge of the bed. “Please, Kolina,” she began, “why are you angry at me?” A small smile touched at the corners of her lips. “Were you jealous?”

“Don’t be absurd!”

“Then why were you carrying on like that in there?”

Kolina’s lower lip began to tremble. “The old man frightened me.”

Honey reached out with a gentle hand and brushed back a lock of the girl’s white-blonde hair. “Poor baby…”

“Henri used to be so much fun,” Kolina muttered, then broke down completely, weeping into the covers. “I used to love him so desperately.”

Honey pulled her into her arms, patting her back, kissing her tear-streaked face.

Sobbing, Kolina clutched her French teacher, crying, “Oh, Claudine, I love you so. Promise me you’ll not leave me.”

“I promise I will not leave you,” Honey reassured her. “Not until we are out of Henri’s sphere of influence and you are happily on your own again.”

That only made the girl weep harder, gushing great quantities of tears on Honey’s shoulder. “Oh, we’ll never be free. Never!” she cried.

Honey took the girl’s shoulders firmly and pushed her away to arm’s length. “I will not let you even talk like that, understand? We will escape, be assured of that. You must trust me. You do, don’t you?”