In her freshman year at Northwestern Sindy had started working at a local coffee shop where she met Ryan. Ryan was five years older than Sindy, on the verge of graduating and merely looking at him made Sindy’s pulse race faster.
Ryan for his part was initially unaware of Sindy’s interest in him. But over the course of the year he’d come to the coffee shop to study and he gradually started to notice the cute girl with the blonde hair always staring at him. He found himself appreciating the graceful curve of her modest breasts and her almost ever-present smile.
It was a few days before the end of September when Ryan asked Sindy if she’d like to go out for a date sometime. Naturally she said yes.
The
next morning's sun found its way in through our porthole once again. We
had sorted ourselves out somewhat during the night. I was on my side,
tangled in a bit of sheet. She was on her side, tangled in a bit of
blanket. I could just make out the pale tan lines on her bottom and her
back.
We'd
become cabin buddies of a different order. At the Jack-and-Ciara level.
That's probably what most people would have assumed all along, but I
certainly hadn't, and I didn't think that she had either.
And yet, here we were.
I waited a while for her to wake up, but she didn't. So I finally got up myself.
We'd
just passed through the entrance in the seawall at Ensenada and were
coming up to our docking site. The pilot, or maybe it was the captain
himself, was standing on a little deck that jutted out from the side of
the ship to joy-stick our massive vessel precisely up to the pier.
The waiting area outside the Long Beach cruise terminal was abuzz with bright new outfits and happy chatter. It was enough to make even the most reserved introvert start to feel a bit of excitement.
I was standing with Jack and Ciara, two regulars of the social group. Jack was tall and rugged, something to do with landscaping; Ciara tall and willowy, worked in an office of some sort. They weren't an official couple, as far as I knew, but they seemed to have hooked up for the New Year’s Pacific cruise. That was sort of the way the group worked. Thirty somethings, mostly divorced, intent on maintaining the hard playing lifestyle of their twenties, looking for like-minded dating partners to do it with.
Lily was anticipating that my wet mouth would be right back to work her sweet spot. She was making small thrusting waves with her hips, waiting for me to return to lap like a wolf in the secret and sensitive part of her lap. Instead, I ignored her arched cunny and began to unbutton her shirt, beginning at the waist. After each button was undone, I made a snarl and took a toothy little nip at her belly flesh.
"Ouch! You are a bad biter wolf!" she scolded.
"The better to check on your frosted pumpkins my dear." Lily decided to help me get to her tits and began unbuttoning from the top of the shirt. This effort, aside from being quite sexy to see a woman working swiftly to expose her tits to me, prevented me from taking any more nips at the flesh of her belly.
The dimming afternoon sunlight filtering through the skylights of my 'writer's hideaway' told me to expect one of those spasmodic, cold and wet early autumn storms. The north wind was picking up something fierce as it surged down through the canyon, beating on my small cabin at the foot of a lofty ochre sandstone cliff. How brutal was this storm going to be? From the looks of the deep blue-gray clouds rushing in above my skylights, it was going to likely dump a lot of frozen precipitation, the heavy wet stuff. That was fine; these conditions make for good 'story-writing weather'. I'd gotten up here last night and laid in enough supplies to see me through until the sun returned. Digging out from under this pile of snow and ice would be difficult; I was here for the duration. I was capable of riding out this surprise storm, but for added precaution I needed to bring in some extra firewood and double-checked the generator. Once those chores were finished, I'd be set. Safe, warm and secure. With the added blessing of no cell phone reception in the canyon, these isolated conditions would be conducive to helping me polish up a couple of short stories I'd been working on. I was ready for whatever was ahead, or so I'd thought.
On Christmas Eve, I should have been out spending time with family or friends, but instead, I was in my sparsely-filled apartment, with a wine glass in my hand; all dressed up but nowhere to go. I put on my gold sequin mini dress thinking that I could maybe go out to a club.
But when the time came, I wasn't really feeling it. I had just moved to a new city; far from my family and friends; and although I had enjoyed the freedom of walking around in the nude whenever I wanted, it was getting a bit lonely. I never pictured myself in my early twenties and still single. All of my friends were either married, engaged, or dating. I was totally lagging behind. I was hornier than I had ever been in my life.
In college I could barely concentrate on class and I never took notes because I was always thinking and developing some sexual fantasy in my head that took my full attention. I go by ‘Mindy’. My parents named me Melinda, but I hate that name. I hate a lot of the things associated with high school. I was a wierdo. Then in college, I was a nerd.
"Do you like my cock, wife? Is it sufficient for your needs?"
"Umm yes!" She replied throatily.
"That's good to know. But perhaps you would like to experience other cocks as well?"
Snow
White didn't know what to say. Her experiences with the seven tutors
had given her a taste for different erotic situations. She was not sure
she wanted to give that up.
"You
don't need to speak, I can see your answer on your face. Nor do you
need to feel guilty. Let me tell you what I envision our life together
to be." Cassius paused to gather his thoughts all the while lazily
flexing his shaft inside her slick sheath.
When
she was once more back in the room, Snow White lifted her hand and
pointed at Sloan with her index finger. "I don’t know how to Wake him."
Tanned
hands brushed long, golden hair over thick, powerful shoulders and a
brilliant blue eye winked at her from a face so handsome it made women
swoon.
"Anything you say, princess." Derek replied. "But first I think I'll get a bit more comfortable."
He
removed his shirt and then painstakingly inched his breeches down. Snow
White's breath hitched in her throat as his beautiful, thick cock
sprang free of the tight breeches. As she reached for it, his hand came
up and gave hers a sharp smack.
Snow White just moaned, too exhausted to even smile.
"Are you ready for more, lass?" Samson breathed into her ear.
She nodded weakly.
"Good."
Solid
arms wrapped around her holding her in an unbreakable hold while
Gabriel moved into position behind her. Apprehension slowly seeped
through her causing her to whimper as two generously lubricated fingers
eased into her ass.
"Easy
lass. Don't tense up. Just relax and before you know it you're going to
be screaming from the pleasure of a cock in your ass and a cock in your
cunt."
Snow
White was scared. Actually terrified would be a better word. She was
standing once more in front of Derek's bedroom door and in just a few
seconds that door would open and he would be standing in front of her.
He was going to be furious with her; she just knew it. Oh God, what if
he wanted her punished some more. She was close to panicking when the
door opened.
Snow White was pulled into the room and left to stand just inside the doorway, nervously wringing her hands, unsure what to do.
"Come here, girl." The silken voice slid over her causing her nipples to harden.
Once upon a time in a fairytale land, there lived a girl of such uncommon beauty that she was regaled throughout the kingdom as the most beautiful woman in the world. In her honor, stories were written of hair as black as night that fell to a slim waist and eyes as blue as a summer sky. Ballads were sung of her skin, white as freshly fallen snow and lips as red as blood. But in the end, it was her beauty that would be her downfall. You see Snow White had a rival.
Christmas Moonlight by the Glenn Miller Band played on the RCA Victor radio as Lillian O'Brady looked at herself in the full-length mirror. She was happy with the way she looked in her wedding dress. The sleeveless, tea-length gown gave her a flirtatious and fun look but not so much that she gave away traditional modesty. The slender bodice and fuller skirt emphasized the curves of her chest and hips.
She had made the dress herself from a McCall's pattern and was very proud of how it came out. Not only did it compliment her body but also her frugal lifestyle. As she pivoted around to check all the angles there was a knock at the door.
I was folding the last of my laundry, there wasn't much with just myself left in the house. My son had got married and moved to British Columbia. My wife passed on 2 years ago. Just me now, enjoying a much-too-quiet life.
Then the doorbell rang. I went to the door and opened it, only to find my neighbour's daughter Tess standing on his front porch. I'd watched her grow up next door.
When my son had moved out ten years ago, my wife and I had occasionally babysat little Tess. It had been nice having kids around the house again. She'd grown up into an intelligent, pretty young girl. She'd also been devastated why Marie had died.
"Oh, Hi, Tess. What can i do for you?"
"Hi Mr Brock. I um, I need some help with some, uh, homework. I was hoping you'd be able to help me?"
“Thank you.” I mumbled, getting up from the bed, slower this time.
The bath was aromatic, full of bubbles and looked so peaceful. I leaned against the door frame closing my eyes.
“Cat, are you going to be okay in there?” He questioned softly.
“I’m fine!” I snapped back to reality. I was aware of my stubborn determination to be self sufficient, especially after having panic attack.
“It’s ok to need help.” Again the soft tone of his voice irked at my independence.
“I’m fully capable of having a bath, what are you going to do? join me? It’s ok, I’ve got this.” I said trying and failing to unzip the back of my dress.
The rain burst out of nowhere, as it usually does. One minute the afternoon was bright and sunny, then the sun just disappeared behind a big dark cloud and the rain cut loose.
No one was in the house but me, with Mama off to see her church sister. The rain was heavy. You could see it in the fat drops and the fast-moving muddy streams that turned the yard into a small riverbed. But the best part for me was the pounding on the zinc roof, as if the rain was playing a whole heap of kettle drums at the same time. The wind picked up at times, lashing the large banana leaves into a crazy dance, like big, awkward hands flapping to the heavy rain drops. I watched and listened, content inside the warm, dry house. It was a good mood, like I could roll with the energy and rhythm and dance to my heart’s content, or get a sheet and curl up in the big couch, to just rest or doze off.
"Oh my God… it feels so hot in my hand… and how can it be this hard and this soft feeling at the same time?"
These are the thoughts racing through my mind, as I feel a real live cock in my hands for the first time. I know what you are thinking, "You are 19 years old Annie, and you are pretty hot looking… so how can this be the first time you have had a cock in your hands?"
First, thank you for saying I'm hot. As a petite red head with a larger than normal pair of tits, I think I'm pretty hot also, but it is always nice to hear it. Second, I was raised in a very religious home, and sex was absolutely forbidden. In fact, my mother even made a habit of checking my panties and bedsheets to make sure that I wasn't masturbating.
Anna was a sophomore at Boston College. She was working toward a degree she no longer wanted to pursue. Her parents both lost their jobs due to the 2020 pandemic and she refused to take out a student loan to pay for her education. Things weren’t exactly going as planned.
Anna was no longer able to live on campus. The cost was outrageous and her parents couldn’t afford those living arrangements any longer. It made more sense to find a cheap apartment nearby which also required Anna to get a job.
No one was hiring. All the small businesses had been forced to shut down many months ago and never reopened. The restaurants had closed the dining areas and were only doing take out orders. Anna needed a flexible job so she could balance her school work, but there just wasn’t anything out there. She feared she would have to leave school and return home.
“What do you think?” he asked as she lifted the glass to her lips. She took a sip and her tongue tasted a drop that was left behind on her bottom lip.
“Not bad,’ she said. “Not bad at all, barman. Got any other surprises for me?”
“Sure do. Just come round back and step into my office for a minute or so.”
“My tongue?” she said, sounding a little squeaky.
“Yes, Emily. Slip it in my mouth.”
There was a moment of silence, and then she asked, “why?”
“I want to show you something delicious,” he said, and instead of the pity he might have expected when he realized that she had never done this, he only felt a primal, primitive male pride to be the one to teach her, to show her.
Well, she thought almost bitterly as she got dressed in sweatpants and a plain black sweater that was soft and a little loose after her latest, and to date most successful, weight-loss plan. She considered shoes, but settled for her fluffy pink slippers instead. So much for her brilliant theory. She had sat there for hours and hours on the most uncomfortable stool ever, drinking glass after glass of whiskey because she didn’t know what else to order and was too shy to ask.
Brandon has been harboring a secret librarian fantasy for many years, but Emily was hardly his idea of a hot librarian. She was the type of women who came a side-serving of Complication. So why couldn't he stay away from her?
It was almost time for last call. Brandon wiped the sodden rag over the counter and put the empty glass the girl had just put down into the crate under the bar with the other dirty glasses.
I didn't answer, finally realizing that I was stuck on a boat in the middle of the ocean with an insane woman.
"I don't know about God but I do know about the church and the clergy that tell us about sins of the flesh, many of the clergy are the biggest sinners amongst us." I stayed silent but knew that I'd heard many men on the river saying the same thing.
"Why can our bodies do such things? Why does it feel so wonderful when we do? Surely humans are designed to enjoy sex in whichever way they want?"
I couldn't think of any answers to Jemi's words but still thought she was insane.
"I know that I have a high spirit and enjoy doing the things society tells me I mustn't, but that's not because I am bad but rather because I am free and should be allowed to make up my own mind. All the men I have ever been introduced to, have been vain, shallow, or stupid; sometimes all three."
I listened to her profound words, but she wasn’t yet done; "In a different situation we may never have met, or if we did we would not have spoken. But you are different from them, we are stuck on this little boat but you are sweetest, most sincere man I have ever met. I also sense a wild free-spirit inside you, longing to get out."
Any doubts I had about Jemi's sincerity disappeared as she kissed me, a soft, gentle, loving kiss. We molded together as Jemi nuzzled her head into my chest and placed her leg across me, causing me to harden and grow and causing Jemi to giggle.
"I love you, and I love your tallywacker." She said before falling asleep.
I awoke to the early morning sun and to Jemi sitting upright and smiling down at me, "Is it always that engorged in the mornings?" She asked, her eyes roving down my body and her smile widening, the mischievous glint back in her eye.
"Sometimes."
"I've been staring at it for ages, it twitches and moves and you sometimes touch it in your sleep."
She placed her hand to my forehead and laughed, "Good, no fever. Your face is so red I wondered."
I went to sit up but Jemi gently pushed me back down, "Lay still, I want to study it awhile."
I could have refused and insisted that we got busy with the sail but I was getting use to Jemi and knew there was no point.
"My friend Imogen says her husband's is short and fat, with a rather musty, unpleasant smell." "Yours appears to be long and fat and I could detect no unpleasant smells." Seeing my puzzled look, Jemi said, "I smelt it whilst you were asleep. Actually it was quite fascinating, I blew on it and it twitched. The bulbous gland at the top appears to be the most sensitive, the thick shaft less so."
Laying there listening to my beautiful angel ruminate about my appendage was exhilarating and highly arousing and I knew that I wished it always to be so, I also knew that we needed to get sailing if we were to have any chance of survival.
"I think we should hoist our sail." I suggested, changing the subject.
"You're probably right." Jemi went quiet and I think I detected a new glow to her cheeks. "Imogen says that when her husband emits semen in the morning he is far more productive and it assuages any foul humor he may have." "Would you like to emit some semen?"
I nodded, unable to refuse. "Teach me how, so I would know how best to do it." Jemi said.
I wanted to ask what else Imogen had said but dared not, instead telling Jemi; “I just wrap my fingers around it and pull back & forth, Like you did last night." She thought about this for a while before asking, "Do you think of things when you do it?"
"Sometimes, last night was the first time anyone else has ever done it for me and I didn't need to think of anything."
"I like the name tallywacker but for the purposes of my studies I will think of it as a penis, when you make love to me it can be your tallywacker."
Before I could respond to this Jemi took my penis in her hand, "It is heavier than I imagined, maybe more than a pound, there is already fluid leaking out the top." Jemi ran a finger of the other hand across the fluid, the sensation causing my penis to twitch violently and me to take a sharp breath in. "Was that painful?" Jemi asked.
"No, just sensitive. Almost ticklish, in a way”
Jemi nodded as if storing this information away, she then brought her fingers to her face "A slight smell of ammonia and mildly salty flavor."
I was enjoying Jemi's hand on my penis but I wasn't sure if I enjoyed being part of an experiment. She suddenly started shaking it violently, "The muscle tries to resist and the penis becomes harder, tell me, does that feel nice?"
"Slightly uncomfortable but not unpleasant."
Jemi nodded and then started slapping my penis hard against her open palm, until it became too rigid to maneuver. I told her it was remarkably enjoyable.
"Do you think you could ejaculate from it?"
"I don't think so." She again nodded and placed her palm on top and pushed down hard, causing me to yelp.
She looked at me, a wry smile and a shake of my head gave her the answer. "Can we get to the emitting of semen before I fall into foul humor?."
Jemi smiled at my light mockery and started to gently stroke my penis.
"You're no good, Davy Arthur. When we get to dry land I shall have to find other penis's to experiment on." She let me stew on this for a moment, a serious expression on her face. As hurt and confusion invaded my heart she finally smiled "But this is the only tallywacker I ever want."
I closed my eyes and smiled as the feeling of Jemi's firm, even strokes pulsed through me. The sensation became different, much warmer, softer and smoother. This rhythm became affectionate.
A small gasp of pleasure escaped my lips and I opened my eyes to the shocking sight of Jemi's mouth engulfing my penis, her eyes alight with fire as she stared at me. She removed her mouth and sat upright, her hard nipples clearly visible through her chemise.
"Let me guess, Imogen?" I asked.
"Indeed, she said the skin becomes too dry and irritates, duck fat is too messy so one has to come up with other solutions." The whole time Jemi was talking, her fingers were making little circles on my glands, massaging her saliva in and causing my breath to shorten and my sack to tighten.
"She must write you a lot of letters."
"Every night; once she has worn her rotter of a husband out. Imogen and I attended Miss Rogers finishing school for young ladies together, finishing school for the well-to-do young wenches more like. There were no men enrolled, of course; but everyone was very daring, Imogen being the most daring of all.
She married Viscount Fornsby one year ago, he's fifteen years older than her and a complete deviant, not that Imogen is complaining, I think she finally met her match."
"What other things has she written about?" Jemi smirked before tapping the side of her nose, understanding what I really wanted to know. Before answering she put more spittle onto her hand and resumed her gentle stroking.
With a playful little upturn on her lips Jemi continued "I can't tell you more of her letters, you would be too shocked and your heart may well stop."
I couldn't hide my disappointment, causing Jemi to laugh, "Are all men so obvious?"
Jemi's hand was moving slowly, eliciting a pleasant, almost comforting feeling.
Her thoughts seemed far away, eventually she said; "My mother died when I was quite young and my father employed a wonderful, elderly governess called Miss Gwendolyn Sharp, or ‘Gweny’, as I affectionately called her. Gweny had been a governess her whole life and had some rather unconventional views on education. She believed that the female brain was equal too, and most probably superior too, that of the male. 'In my experience, young ladies brains are like sponges whilst young gentlemen's brains are like rocks' was one of her favourite sayings."
"Gweny railed against the position of women in our society, installing in me a feisty, questioning, free-spirit. As she got older and became frailer she implored me to live my life to the full and to welcome and relish new experiences. She died shortly after my eighteenth birthday and I felt her passing greatly."
Jemi had never stopped frigging my shaft throughout her story and the painful look of sorrow on her face changed to one of mirth as she said "More spittle needed I fear."
"I thought Gweny had taught me everything but Imogen has certainly widened my horizons."
"Gweny taught you how to have an open mind. Who taught you how to use your hand so well?"
"I'm learning as I go and by the twitching of your tallywacker I think I'm doing a good job."
She was right. She was doing a good job and I could feel my explosion building, but I wanted to hear more of Imogen.
"What's the most shocking thing Imogen has ever told you?"
Jemi pretended to be coy but was obviously bursting to tell me "Two days before we sailed I received a letter that even by Imogen's standards was shocking. Her husband had taken her to one of the barns and waiting for them there were a four of his gambling associates and two of the younger servants, a man & woman both around Imogen's age. He had made them strip and begin to procreate as they all watched.
Imogen said it was actually quite boring, the only interesting thing being that the male servant was a horse of a man and Imogen was quite fascinated that the female accommodated him so easily. She said the female looked quite bored but the male soon built up a head of steam, fully encouraged by the lewd remarks of the assembled gentleman. Her husband stopped him before he shot his seed, telling him to pull out and asking Imogen if she would like to partake of his horse appendage.
Imogen pretended to be shocked, and as excited as she was by all the eyes on her, she also found the salivating men gross and had no wish for them to view her lady bits. She stood up, but rather than go to the horse man she knelt between the female’s legs and much to the shock of the assembled men, she buried her face in the woman’s crotch and extended her long tongue, performing cunnilingus on her, soon making her tremble and gasp. The beautiful young female appeared to the men to be suffering a seizure, but continued to scream out; ‘Yes! Yes! Yes!’ The tormented male servant watched & jerked himself to ejaculation, spraying over both the women.”
I felt Jemi squeeze the base of my penis as hard as she could "I have no wish for you to ejaculate until I'm ready for you to do so, Imogen said applying pressure here stems the flow and reduces the urge. Does it work?"
I had to admit that it did indeed work. Jemi was pleased by this and repositioned herself in the boat, lying top to toe beside me, spreading her legs and inviting me to watch as she began to diddle her cunny.
"Oh it's very wet, here Davey feel." Unlike the evening before I had no hesitation, allowing Jemi to guide my hand as I put one and then two fingers inside her, the warmth and silky softness feeling amazing.
"I'll never finish my story if you keep that up." Jemi said with a small giggle as she removed my hand and placed it on my own rod, encouraging me to stroke slowly so as not to finish until she said so.
"Now where was I with my story?" Jemi said, her own breath shortening as she continued to tease herself. "I know. When Imogen had finished her oral ministrations she knelt up and kissed the female passionately on the lips, much to the grunts and groans of the assembled men who to a man had their todgers out and in their hands. She said the female whispered into her ear that she had a very educated tongue, Imogen was delighted with this and said she had her best friend, Jemima Fairweather to thank for that."
I looked up, shocked at this.
Jemi had a glow about her and said; “There is a whole, very different story that she might tell me about, one day. With a coy smile she continued with her story of the servants.
"When the viscount and his pals left for their club that evening, Imogen met up with the servants again, their names were Thomas and Sarah and they were a married couple. The Viscount had employed them only a few days previously and they themselves said they came very highly recommended, not so much for their silver service skills as their willingness to entertain both the men and women of the house. Sarah was still glowing with pleasure; 'Tom has serviced many a lady but that's the first time the lady of the house has ever serviced me' Sarah told her. 'In fact, as well as feeling amazing you saved me a lot of hard work, if those dirty buggers hadn't spilt their seed watching you, then I would have had to drain it out of them.'”
“Sarah then kissed Imogen which Imogen said made her knees weak. Imogen then went and fetched her husband's best port and the three of them got jolly drunk before Thomas and Sarah invited her into their bed. Imogen insisting they went to her bed as it was bigger and more comfortable.”
“Imogen found them an absolute hoot and after they finished the port they got down to business, as it were. She said they were initially very gentle, both of them undressing her until she was fully naked, the two of them standing back and admiring her. She said she had never felt so exposed or so excited. Sarah then moved closer and asked her what she wanted to do 'Everything, I want to do everything' Imogen told them."
I was enjoying listening to Jemi but was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable in the warming sun and wished her to hurry up.
Sensing my impatience, Jemi said "I'm getting to the truly salacious bits" I didn't properly know what salacious meant but thought it must mean naughty.
"When Imogen said she wanted to do everything, Sarah chuckled and told her to be careful what she wished for. Imogen was annoyed at a servant laughing at her, but soon forgot her annoyance as they began their ministrations, Thomas was surprisingly gentle in his caresses and Sarah was the bolder, pinching and probing.
Sarah pinched her nipple hard and as Imogen sighed, Sarah said, 'I think m'lady likes it a little rough Thomas.' Imogen felt she was being mocked but before she could say anything Sarah pinched the other nipple even harder, holding on to it and pulling roughly, causing Imogen's juices to run freely. Sarah then ordered Thomas to get undressed and 'show m'lady what you have for her.'
Imogen didn't know what was going to happen next but was surprised when Sarah dropped to her knees and swallowed his enormous manhood as if she were a sword swallower at the circus. After a few moments of this, Thomas appeared to be losing his mind, huffing and swearing, pulling at Sarah's hair. Sarah stood up and pushed Imogen to her knees. Imogen said she could have resisted but felt almost mesmerized by Thomas' glistening rod.
She knelt before Thomas and opened her mouth as wide as she could. Thomas forced his manhood into her mouth roughly, instantly causing her to gag and almost vomit up the expensive port. Imogen felt herself going dizzy but was unable to remove her mouth as Sarah held her head firmly. She continued to gag and thought she might pass out but her senses were overtaken by Thomas unburdening his seed into her throat and Sarah pulling her up by her hair and kissing her wildly before throwing her onto the bed and quickly undressing herself.
Imogen said she began to cry, the whole experience, whilst immensely stimulating, was far too intense. Sarah joined her on the bed and soothed her, holding her tightly before gently kissing her and asking her whether she wanted to continue. Imogen said that she did and Thomas lay down behind her, his manhood, once again, monstrously hard. Sarah lifted Imogen's leg, allowing Thomas to force his way into her cunny, causing Imogen to gasp and Thomas to grunt loudly as he pushed harder. 'Thomas likes your cunny, much tighter than my slack old one. I like it when he puts it up my bum' Sarah started to laugh as she said this.
'In fact it's been up many a ladies and gentleman's bum, would you like it up yours?' Imogen was intrigued by this but thought it probably far too big and told Sarah she didn't want to try it. 'Shame, maybe next time.'
At Sarah's behest Thomas held onto her tightly and rolled onto his back, such that Imogen was laid atop him with his rod still firmly encased in her cunny. Sarah moved down between her legs and began assaulting her delicate nub with her mouth whilst Thomas pinched her nipples hard. Imogen said she gushed numerous times before becoming exhausted and beseeching them to stop.
Imogen finished her letter by saying that a jolly good time was had by all and that she hoped to accommodate Thomas up her bum the next time."
I'd enjoyed listening to Jemi talk but was surprisingly unstimulated by Imogen's story, no longer shocked or even that interested. Jemi may have felt the same because she said, "When I first read Imogen's letter I diddled myself to delirium but as I recount it now, I feel rather empty."
"Would you show me how to get an educated tongue?" I knew we had already crossed many boundaries but still shocked myself by asking this.
I was even more shocked by Jemi's answer as she giggled, "I'd be delighted to, and I may practice my sword swallowing."
Jemi bade me to sit up and pay attention. I did so and sat there mesmerized as Jemi spread her legs and continued to talk, "A woman's private parts are like a delicate flower, you must spread the petals to get to the nectar inside." As she said this she used two fingers to part her petals, her legs trembling slightly as she ran a finger along the glistening inner petal."
"You may kiss the petals or probe them with your tongue, both are wondrous." She spread the petals further, pointing to a little protrusion at the top, "This is my nub and in my experience the kissing, licking and sucking of one's nub is the most delectable feeling in the world, almost guaranteed to elicit gushings of nectar. Now you know what they say, practice makes perfect." With this Jemi scooted her bottom forward and spread her legs even wider.
I gently lowered my head and tentatively stuck my tongue out and tasted the sweet nectar. "That feels nice, now move your tongue up and down, umm! Move it faster." I did as I was told and could hear Jemi gently moaning. "Now push your tongue in as far as it will go. Oh yes! Move it in and out rapidly."
As I did this Jemi pulled my head in hard, squashing my nose against her nub as she began to grind herself into my face. I continued to move my tongue around quickly and could feel Jemi's legs and body going stiff as she pulled my head in even harder and let out an almighty scream before eventually letting go of my head.
Jemi lay, her chest heaving with each breath and her legs still splayed in a most un-lady like fashion "I wonder if any passing ships heard your scream?"
"I do hope so. Oh your poor face." I didn't care and was actually quite proud of my squashed, gushings covered face.
I was suddenly hungry and thirsty and suggested we eat and then hoist the sail, "What about my sword swallowing?" Jemi asked.
"We have all day for that, although maybe you could polish the sword a few times first."
Jemi laughed at this as she said, "What happened to Davy Arthur, I thought you were quiet and shy."
I got a little embarrassed before Jemi gave me a kiss, "I much prefer this new Davy Arthur," She said with glee.
We sat contentedly eating our bread, Jemi wedged between my legs. "Davy, Davy is that a ship over there?"
I looked in the direction Jemi was pointing, I wasn't sure but thought I could see something. "What shall we do, should we hoist the sail?. I asked.
"You are the tallest and probably the best balanced, you should stand and wave the most colorful part of my dress about, god willing they'll see us."
With the excitement I nearly lost my balance and it was all I could do not to jump up and down. After I don't know how long someone on the ship flashed us a signal to show they had seen us. I was still stood up and looking towards the ship when Jemi asked "How long do you think it will take them to reach us?"
"Maybe thirty minutes or a little longer."
"Good, I have time for a little sword swallowing." Jemi moved in front of me, my tallywacker, which had been flopping about as I signaled the ship, immediately beginning to harden.
"What if they have a spyglass and are looking at us?"
"Then I imagine they will be fighting each other for a go on the spyglass."
I again had to fight for balance as Jemi's mouth closed around me, my whole body shuddering with the incredible sensation. I felt Jemi gag and reflexively tried to pull back but Jemi's hands grabbed my buttocks and pulled me into her, my mind once again confused as I struggled neither to fall nor to cry out in ecstasy.
I watched as the ship turned and headed towards us, a number of crew stood a fore so as to see us. I tried to stop Jemi and tell her of the sailors watching us but she paid no heed, her only intent being on milking my seed.
I could hold no more, my loins exploding, my mind weak and my mouth mute. Jemi standing and a triumphant smile on her face. The ship pulling us in and Jemi whispering into my ear, "Say nothing, let me do all the talking."
It was a clipper, full of tea from the West Indies, the captain a gentleman and ordering the crew to find suitable garments to cover our nakedness. He spoke to me first but when I didn't reply, Jemi spoke.
"I am Mrs Jemima Arthur, formerly Miss Jemima Fairweather. This is my husband David, who has been rendered mute by a bang on the head."
Technically, that was true, according to international law of the high seas. The captain of a seagoing vessel has the recognized authority to perform & certify marriages conducted on such vessel, on the high seas. Her declaration of our marriage made it recognized in all the commonwealths of the British Empire. It was entered into the captain’s log of their rescuing ship.
Despite some rum looks from his crew, the captain kept a straight face as he explained that he had been on the lookout for survivors, having heard of our shipwreck. He provided us with excellent quarters for the return journey, calling on us twice daily to ensure our comfort and wellbeing.
We were only in England two days before securing safe passage back to America where Jemi did indeed become a famous scientist, renowned for her study of sexuality and sexual organs, but that's another story. By Big galute for Literotica
