 SHANGHAIED © Hamilton Joyce

Thank goodness there was a minicab outside the club. She certainly didn't 
want to hang about waiting, not with Roger down there. The bastard! Take her 
out and then ignore her...and spend the evening with that stupid Annie Foyles. 
She was well shot of him.

Despite all this, Milly felt a tear rising as she walked over to the battered Ford. 
'Are you free?'

The turbaned driver grinned. 'Yes, Miss. Just hanging about hoping for a fare.'

She got in the back seat. 'Hazel Drive, please.  You're not supposed to do that, 
are you? Still I'm glad you're here.'

'Not a good place to wait about for a young lady, Miss. Too quiet.' And indeed 
the street was deserted, and would be for a couple of hours until the club 
turned out. The cab drew off.

He drove carefully, she thought. Not like some of the younger mini-cab 
drivers, showing off to her. He reached into a bag beside him and pulled out a 
sweet, unwrapped it, and chucked the paper on the floor. 'I eat these all night, 
Miss. Would you like a chocolate?' without  waiting for an answer he held the 
bag, open, over his shoulder. Milly took one, unwrapped it, and popped it in 
her mouth. She bit on it....it was a chocolate with  a liquid center....cherry, she 
thought. But that was her last thought, as the drug took effect, and she went to 
sleep.

Ali drew in to the side of the road. The dual-carriageway was deserted in both 
directions. He went to the boot and took out a heavy green tarp which he used 
to cover Milly's slight body. They never searched cars going into the docks, 
only coming out.

He drove off again, humming contentedly. The chocolate trick usually 
worked...and if it didn't there was always the chloroform pad.....but that was a 
bit violent, and he preferred the easy way. He picked up his mobile and phoned 
out. Careful! Never know who's listening in to these. 'Joe here. Got something 
for you. About ten minutes. You be ready? Good.'

As usual the cab, a regular, was just waved through Dock Gate Nine (he'd go 
out through Seven or Ten, so no one would wonder why he was empty into the 
Docks and empty out...can't be too careful.

Not a large ship, but large for a pleasure yacht, which was what she was rated. 
Two men at the bottom of the gangway. 'In the back. Blonde. About sixteen, 
seventeen, I'd guess. Looker. Nice legs.'

'You never let us down, Mr Ali. I'm sure she's good. Here.' Ali knew the 
envelope would contain £2000 in twenties, all used.  He watched while the 
two men lifted the girl, wrapped in the tarp, still and started up the gangplank.

Minutes later, the uniformed one returned with the tarp. 'That's the last for this 
trip. We sail tonight. I'll be in touch next time we're in. We can't get too many 
of these. Top class merchandise.' 


'Well thankyou, sir. It's good to know your work's appreciated.' He was still 
humming contentedly as he drove away, and out the Docks. No more work 
tonight. He felt like fucking his nice , new , little, Asian wife. He sometimes 
considered having one of the little girls he supplied...they were very pretty, and 
there was something exotic about especially the blonde sand Afros.. And after 
all, they'd be in no position to complain. But he had survived as long as he had 
in this business by being careful, and wholly professional. So he abstained, and 
was careful, indeed, not to touch them up even, for fear of exciting himself. 
Well, his wife would benefit tonight.  

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 When she came to Milly felt no worse than she would after an evening on 'e' 
or booze. But she was still woozy.

Where was she. She tried to move. She couldn't. God! She was tied up. And 
someone had partially undressed her. Suddenly she panicked, and this showed 
on her face.

'She's coming round, Mr O'Henry.'

'Looks a picture, doesn't she, Mr McFee?
Look at those tits...despite your bondage they still stand!' He reached down 
and fondled the upper and lower parts of a breast that were not covered by the 
bondage. ' Nice flat belly, just a bit rounded. ' He ran his hand down from 
breast to belly button. 'Nice legs, too.'

'Beauty, isn't she. Worth at least ten thousand in The Gulf. That's five for 
each leg.' He ran his hand over the shiny tan stockings.

'Probably get more in The Congo. You know how they love these well-built 
blondes.'

'Good thinking! Say , Mr O'Henry, why do you leave their underwear on when 
you secure them. '

'I like the look of it...especially when you can just make out the cunt-lips 
through them, like this one.' He reached down and held her mound in his right 
hand. 'Love the feel of it too , and especially against my cheek.' He knelt and 
buried his face in the crotch of her panties. 'Though I prefer it a bit moist. This 
is as dry as an old stick.' He put his hand down the front of her white panties, 
and felt the cunt. 'Only to be expected. But training will correct that. Be
interesting to see if she's ready for The Congo, or whether we have to work 
harder and wait till The Gulf.'

You love your work, don't you?'

'Yes, and let's get down to business.' The fear was evident in Milly's face as 
she saw the flick knife in his hand, and she struggled in vain against her bonds. 
But all he did was to place the knife against her tits, and with an upward sweep 
cut the bandage that held her tits. They sprang free. 'Yes, every bit as good as I 
thought. Ten thousand, and no problem. Firm, too.' He fondled them roughly.

'And now the cunt. Seems a pity to spoil these, but needs must. ' The knife in 
the side waistband of the panties, and the razor sharp blade cut through. Then 
the other side and the front panel of the panties fell down onto the chair, to 
show the cutest little, pouting cunt. Nearly hairless still on the lips, but a light 
honey-colored fuzz on the mound.'

He held his stiff cock in one hand, feeling her with the other. 'Yes, too dry.' 
Reaching for a jar he put a dollop of cold cream on his cock and rubbed it in. 
'Don't want to overdo it...I like them tight. I wonder...?' He felt right up her as 
she wriggled in horror.' No, something's already been in this tight little twat.'

'We seldom get virgins in England, Mr O'Henry. I guess we'd need to recruit 
earlier to have that pleasure.'

'Yes, and we wouldn't be able to use them quite this way.' He leaned into the 
tied girl and stabbed his cock up her resisting cunt. 'No, too much value in a 
virginity to waste it. Well, I'm up. and she's tight!' He fucked, perfunctorily. 
All he wanted was to pump his spunk into her, and that he did. After, he pulled 
the shredded panties from under her, and wiped his sticky prick.

'Not bad! Will you have a go? '

'Later, perhaps. And as you know, I will prefer her arse. But first the 
whipping. Mustn't stint on the training!'

The whip was a leather of the 'cat o nine tails' type, though without the iron 
tips. As he lashed her, the soft black thongs stung up her naked tits and belly. 
He undid his belt, and dropped his trousers. He was erect, and large! He 
repeated his work on her tits, which became slightly swollen, an imitation of 
sexual excitement, and flushed pink.

'Lend me your knife' He cut the suspender belt at the top, and tore the 
stockings down below her knees. 'And now the thighs and cunt,' he muttered, 
as he laid into her , ensuring skillfully that the whip end entered right into the 
crack, opened by his colleague, slapping at  the tender inner lips, even the clit. 
'That'll do.' He threw the whip down.

'Let's see what she has to say. He unstrapped the gag, buckled in her blonde 
hair.

She screamed for help.

'Now, cut that out.' He grabbed the whip, and lashed her cunt again. 'Scream, 
and you'll be whipped. Got it?' She nodded. 'Not that it matters, as there's 
nothing but sea around us for ten miles, and the crew are well used to screams 
from this cabin...and others.'

'Please, sir. Please let me go. Leave me alone.' Please.' She sobbed.

'Now what do you want, to be let go, or left alone. 'He teased her. 'Well, we 
can certainly let you go.' He removed the remaining ropes. 'Now this debris. 
Pity, they were very pretty.' She pulled off the torn stockings and shredded 
undies.' But put the shoes back on. Your legs look better in them. I said put 
your shoes back on, damn you. Do as you're told! Now bend over that chair.'
'Now isn't that a picture, Mr O'Henry. I do declare, I have a hard on for her. 
She's good enough to eat!' He approached her, leaned over , and stuck his 
tongue into her arse. Her sobbing stopped as she protested. 'No! Please no!'

'I warned you, girl' he said as he lashed her arse, just once. The black leather 
thongs curled round her thighs, and again stung up her cunt. 'Now, quiet. Or 
you get more.'

Mr McFee reached  in his turn for the cold cream, and placed a dollop on her 
exposed anus, working it in with his fingers. He penetrated her with his 
forefinger. She shot bolt upright. 'No,sir. Not that. I beg you. not that.'

He pushed her back over the chair. 'Two choices young lady. A beating, or 
your bum. Or rather a beating and then your bum, or just your bum and no 
beating.' She fell silent.

'Good.' His finger was now working in and out her arse, masturbating, while 
he wanked his own erect cock. Better still, we'll start your training. Now 
repeat after me. 'Please Mr McFee.'

'Please Mr McFee...'

'Please Mr McFee, put your cock up me.'

'Please Mr McFee put your thing up me.'

'Cock. I said cock.'

'Please Mr McFee put your cock up me.'

'Better! And now, Please Mr Mcfee, put your cock right in my bottom because 
I want to be buggered.'

'I can't , sir.'

He slapped her arse hard with his free hand. 'You'd better' He slapped her 
again.

'Please Mr McFee, put your cock right up my bottom because I need to be 
buggered.'

'Near enough! And I'm only too happy to oblige. You know the time will 
come when you'll say that and really mean it.' She bit her tongue as he entered 
her virginal bottom, shoving until his hairy thighs met her fine, slender, 
smooth skin. He held his place there, rotating his hips slightly. 'You're lucky 
you've got such a lovely bum. I reckon two or three shoves and I'll come. She 
winced as he gave the four shoves that were enough to make him come, filling 
her with his hot spunk (he'd been abstaining for two days to celebrate Ali's 
latest delivery). He looked with pleasure down at her dilated anus, his come 
dripping down from the open rim.

'Excellent! Now stand over there, hands on head. Your name?'

'Millicent Mitchel, sir.'

'We don't have surnames here. And from now on your name is Marilyn. You 
will never again use your old name. If you tell it to anyone, both you and they 
will be severely punished. Now What is your name?'

'Marilyn, sir.'

'Marilyn what?'

'Just Marilyn , sir.'

Excellent. You'll do well, Marilyn. Now come along with Mr O'Henry and 
me.
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 'These will be your friends for a bit. They'll tell you their names, Marilyn,' he 
emphasized the name. 

Marilyn had followed them docilely, still in a state of shock from being 
drugged, abducted, raped and buggered. What she saw in no way decreased her 
fear.

' As you can see, we needed a blonde. Be good, Marilyn. And always 
obedient!. He chained her up beside the three naked girls.

They were very pretty girls. Two were chained standing upright, and the third 
kneeling. The middle and the right hand girls looked apprehensive, though not 
petrified with fear. The left hand one seemed calm. Mr O'Henry went over to 
this one and stood half behind her. He slapped her arse hard. She flinched, but 
didn't cry out. Again he slapped her. He pressed his body...fully dressed 
now...against her buttock, and fondled 

 her nice little tits. He squeezed the nipples, apparently quite hard, but she 
again didn't protest. Now he felt round, and into her crotch. She parted her 
legs slightly to help him

'Good girl, Carina. That's what we like to see.'

She opened her legs further, and was licking her lips. He ran his hand over her 
open thighs, and then the side of his hand right into her slit. 'Good! Excellent. 
Moist and ready. Now, that can't be faked!. You're hot, little Carina. Your 
cute little twat likes a bit of spanking...or is it the bondage.'

She wasn't sure whether he wanted answer, and knew if she got the guess 
wrong she would get much more painful chastisement for speaking out of turn. 
But she answered, 'Sir, I love being bound, and I love being spanked. I am 
very hot, and would love more.'

'Good girl, Carina. You're nearly trained. I see a happy future for you, my 
dear.' He relinquished her, perhaps temporarily satiated. Carina was 
momentarily disappointed not to get more attention.

'Marilyn. Do you want to spank her? You can, you know.'

'Marilyn' looked down at her feet, a picture of abject misery. This was enough 
for O'Henry and McFee, who left the girls.

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'I'm Carina. This is Deirdre and Bridget. We're all Irish. Don't be afraid. 
Don't cry! It's not quite as awful as it seems.'

'He.....They.......' Marilyn couldn't find the words to describe her humiliation.

'Yes, I'm afraid they do. You could have slapped me, you know. I wouldn't 
have minded...'

'She likes it!' Deirdre interrupted. 'She loves it....and even me, I'm beginning 
to enjoy it.'

'I didn't when I came here , like you. That was three months ago. But I've 
learned to like it. No, really. I love it. And I wouldn't want to do without it. 
When I think about my boring, dull life before...well!'

Bridget spoke. 'It's best to do what they want. Face it, we're slaves. And we're 
always going to be. There's only one way off this boat, and that's by being 
trained. Being trained like Carina is. They know if you fake it....but Carina 
says that the more you have it...then you first get used to it, then like it, then 
must have it.'

'It works. It's working. I mean even me.'

'Once I'm trained, I think life will be very good. It's only bad for those who 
fight it.'

'Bad?'

'They sell untrainable girls to brothels...not very nice ones in South America  
or South East Asia.'

'And we think any really bolshie ones are sold to...Well there are men and 
women who like to torture and even kill.....'

'But in the bottom....'

Carina, 'I tell you, Marilyn , you'll come to love it. God, I wish I could reach 
my cunt now.... That's why they tie us up, I think. Then the relief is 
wonderful!'

'How long will they leave us here?'

'Rosa'll be along soon. We're not often more than a couple of hours. You'll 
like Rosa.'

'What Carina means is she likes Rosa.  Though she's ok really. Started like us, 
but was so useful to them they kept her. She likes the girls.' Bridget giggled.

'And why not. You do now!'

'All right! Only joking. '
                                                                                          
'We all like Rosa. She makes it as good for us as she dares.'

'And she's good in bed!'

Marilyn pondered all this. 'Are we the only 'slaves'?' She was using their 
terminology now.

'No, there's at least one other cell, where they put the girls who don't speak 
English. And we think there may be others too, but we can't be sure.'

'What do we do...when we're not tied up or being raped, that is?' Marilyn was 
feeling herself a bit more now.

Bridget replied. 'We get a lot of time for ourselves. We can have videos and 
books and magazines. That helps.'

'If you like porn that is. We only get porn books and videos.'

'Come off it, Deirdre. You love that stuff.'

'And why not?'

'And then there's sex. And plenty of it. I love it with Rosa. And it's pretty 
good with Mr McFee and Mr O'Henry.'

'Why do you call them Mr, Carina?'

'You'd better do so, Marilyn....or you'll find out why! Then there's the 
training of course. I love that!'

Rosa walked in. Marilyn stared at her. Long black leather boots, with high, 
high heels. These over stockings, but only the stocking tops could be seen, 
black and shiny. A Victorian waspie, that pushed her firm breasts up into a 
platform, and constricted her waist to an hour-glass. And high-cut black nylon 
bikini panties. She held a braided , black-leather whip, and her dark auburn 
hair hung over one shoulder. Marilyn found her dazzlingly lovely, but scary.

She approached Marilyn first. 'You are Marilyn, I assume. And what a lovely 
little thing. 'She reached to the girl and felt first one breast with her left hand, 
and then the other. 'Lovely tits. So important that, Girls.' Deirdre, Bridget and 
Carina were giggling, as Rosa moved from the breasts to stroke and fondle 
Marilyn's naked and defenseless arse.  'And what a delightful firm bottom. ' 
She caressed and stroked the cheeks. 'If it wasn't so rounded and feminine, 
one would guess it to be masculine for its firmness. ' Marilyn winced as she 
squeezed very hard.

'But dry!' She forced her palm between the girl's legs, and right up into her 
crack. 'We'll change that later!'

Marilyn shrank back. What had she got into. And why were the other girls 
giggling, despite their apparently desperate situation? 

'And you, Carina, sweetie.' She slapped her arse, and the giggling girl leaped 
up from the floor, on her high heels. Marilyn could see her eyes shining, and 
she was still giggling! 'A pill for you, darling.' Carina swallowed it. 'Oh, 
thankyou, Rosa. Does that mean....?'

'Yes, sweetie. Half an hour with your lovely Rosa.' She slapped the girl again, 
and felt between her thighs. 'Don't really need the pill, do you, lovely. Still, I 
do like a raging nympho in my bed. Yes, lovely and hot.' She passed her hand 
under her nose, savoring the odors. 'Prettiest undies, for your Rosa!' She 
uclasped the girl, who rubbed her hands to get the circulation going again. 
'Yes, prettiest undies, perfumed, and waiting in my bed in half an hour!'

'Oh, thankyou, Rosa. Thankyou.' The girl skipped out.

Go with her, blondie, and perfume your cunt for the gentlemen!' Marilyn 
followed Carina into the shower-room.

'Please, please, can we have a pill, too.'

'You know the rules, Deirdre. Only when you are spending time with staff or 
visitors. Not just for yourselves. I'd like to tickle you up a bit, but we're short 
of time.' She took the short whip from her waistband and hit each girl a 
stinging , biting blow, that left a thin red line over each buttock. As she 
released the girls she fondled them, cursorily. 'No, Bridget and Deirdre will 
have to party by themselves tonight. Have fun!'

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Twenty miles away, on shore, Mr Edward Edwardes lit a cheroot and threw 
the last letter into his filing tray. A knock on the door.  'Come in!'

It was officer Jenkins, who stood to attention. 'Prisoner requests interview, sir. 
Under regulations.' Edwardes left him at attention....he was enjoying the sense 
of power over this attractive, athletic young man, in his tight prison-guard's 
uniform. He could fancy that arse....wondered if he went  both ways. He was 
married, but a lot of officers did. Probably one of the reasons they entered the 
service. Jenkins was still at attention. 'Oh, all right, Jenkins. Send him in.' 
Jenkins was grinning as he walked out...and Edwardes could see why. The boy 
was a wet dream! 

'Howard Smith, sir. Requesting interview.'


'I see you're remand.' This was obvious from the civilian clothes the lad was 
wearing. Sentenced prisiners wore standard fatigues, while remandees could 
wear what they wanted within reason. What Howard was wearing was not 
reasonable...it could only be called provocative. Edwardes assumed the 
warders only permitted it to liven up their dull lives a little! Firm, hairless 
belly, and firm, hairless legs were shamelessly paraded, as was the bulge of his 
tight, white shorts.

'Yes, sir.'

'What's your problem, boy. Sit down.' As the boy adjusted himself in the chair 
opposite Edwarde's desk, Edwardes exhaled a lungful of smoke. He found it 
difficult to lift his eyes from the beautiful legs, and tight, hugging shorts. The 
lad sat with legs 
open.

'It's difficult , sir.'

'Spit it out, boy. I've heard everything in this room over the years. Nothing's 
going to surprise me now.'

'I need a cell to myself, sir...'

'No can do. Why?'

The boy paused, started once and hesitated. Then it all came pouring out. 
'They're using me, sir. For sex. All the time. I get no peace. And it gets very 
sore.'

'They? Who?'

'Most of the men prisoners. Every prisoner I've had to share a cell with, and 
some others too, especially in the showers.'

'In the showers? What sort of sex?'

'In the bottom, sir, using soap. And someone usually sucks me while the 
others do me. And it's all night in the cell...we're three in a cell, you know. At 
first one used to hold me while the other one stuck it in.....and then they'd 
reverse and the other one would have me. And sometimes that happened six 
times a night.'

'What are you charged with, Howard?'

'GBH, sir. But it'll probably be ABH.'

'And did you do it?'

'Oh, yes, sir.'

'What happened?'

'I came home and found my partner with his cock in another boy's mouth. I 
lost it, and beat them both up.'

'So you are gay, then.' Edwardes got up and stood behind the boy, looking at 
the fuzz of blonde hair at the back of his neck.

'I..... I go both ways , sir.'

'Very wise!  And did you complain to the officers. You're in Higgins wing, 
aren't you. That'd be Higgins, Watkins and Jenkins?'

'Yes, sir, and a fat lot of good that was. They took me to the charge room, 
stripped me for a 'body search.' Then Watkins held me while Jenkins shagged 
me, and Higgins videod it all. Then they switched, and switched again. And 
I'm sure they've picked out the biggest, blackest , randiest men as my cell 
mates. To teach me to complain. I dread to think what they'll do now I've 
requested an interview.

Edwardes placed a hand on each of the boy's shoulders. 'I'm not surprised! It 
won't do, of course. But I'm not surprised. You are alarmingly beautiful...' 
The boy was silent. 'Your only hope, boy is to get out of here.  You'll serve at 
least two years, probably more. At two fucks a night that's fifteen hundred 
shags, and I expect it'll be more. 'No, we've got to get you out !'

He paused. still absent-mindedly fondling the boy. 'Yes! I could fix that. 
Howard, I'll get you out, but I want you to be specially nice to me. No. No 
comment. Just go next door, undress and lay on the bed while I make a few 
calls and arrange things. Now run along. I expect to find you hard, waiting for 
me!'

He lit another cheroot. So Jenkins did go both ways. Well he was going to find 
that early promotion depended on a few sessions on the bed next door. 
Something to look forward to, and a copy of the video....and the others they'd 
doubtless have. All insurance, and amusing too. He phoned.

'Got one for you. Usual place , twenty hundred. Roger. Yes, lovely.'

He gound out his cheroot, and kicked the door open. He quickly stripped as he 
watched the boy laying on the bed, as instructed, though not wholly naked!

Now, what have we got in here? Lovely.' He reached inside the pristine white 
pants, and felt the cock, whose bulge had seemed so promising ten minutes 
earlier. Not huge, but straight, firm...and cut, as he preferred. He was about to 
lower his mouth onto it. But no. Savor the moment. He grasped it, his hand 
down the elastic waistband, and felt it twitch and throb between his fingers as 
he lay beside the boy and kissed him. He forced his tongue between the lips, 
and was rewarded by an arm round his shoulder, and a hand fondling his arse. 
Was this lust...or was it just the desire to be out of the prison. The hard cock in 
his hand suggested the first option.

He could wait no longer. He moved down the nearly hairless body, licking 
with a pointed tongue. The cock bulged under the cotton y-fronts as he pressed 
the lump against his pursed lips, and then , opening his mouth, allowed the 
cotton covered prick between his lips, like a slice of mango. The boy moaned 
as he gently bit into the cotton, feeling the hardness beneath. He pulled the 
pants down over the lightly-fuzzed thighs, leaving them above the knee, as the 
boy raised his hips to help.

The erect penis was bobbing about in front of his face, and he touched it with 
the tip of his tongue, on the sensitive vein at the front, watching it twitch. It 
was too much! Savoring the moment, he took the knob into his mouth , and 
sucked on it. Howie moaned again, and pushed, so the length of his cock 
entered, pushing out against the man's cheek. 

He was delighted to feel the boy first feel his urgently hard cock, and then 
swallow it, allowing warm spittle to flow around it. They were now in a classic 
sixty nine, both moving actively to stimulate each others cocks. The blonde 
boy stopped for a brief moment, and hooked his big toe into the loose  
underpants around his knees, and pulled them down , kicking them to one side. 
Naked now, the blonde hair nestled against Edwarde's groin, as the lad pulled 
him onto his mouth, both hands around the sturdy arse . Edwardes mouth 
worked harder on the inmate...soon to be ex-inmate's...cock, his hands running 
up and down the smooth thighs and hips, sometimes light as a feather, 
sometimes gripping the muscles.

Howard was pulling his partner's arse cheeks apart as he gobbled on his prick, 
and he started to tap gently on the exposed anus. Edwardes disengaged from 
the cock, and pressed his face far between the boy's legs, and licked his arse. 
This was good! With the tip of his tongue he
penetrated, and gently rimmed, feeling the muscle relax under this gentle 
massage. He reached with one free hand, and penetrated with one finger. Still 
his own cock was being sucked, while his anus was being gently tapped. He 
was really masturbating the boy now, when he felt the boy's index finger enter 
his own bottom. It must have been lubricated with saliva, as it slid in and out, 
freely.

This was almost too much. Edwardes suddenly realized he was about to come. 
That was not in his plan. 'I want your arse, Howard. Can I?'

Wordless, the boy turned over and knelt.

Edwardes pushed him flatter on the bed, and kneeling across him, placed his 
urgent prick in the inviting crack. A dab of jelly on the tip, and he pushed. 
Momentary resistance, and it was in. The boy groaned, but his buttocks made a 
distinct upwards movement, onto the invading cock. Edwardes allowed his full 
weight to press onto the comparatively slim back, his cock fully inserted. He 
ran his hands up and down the smooth slim hips, and was rewarded by a 
pinching, nipping movement of the anus around his cock. With a moment's 
panic he realized he was going to come. The sucking, and now the eagerness 
of the arse beneath him, was just too much. He concentrated on delaying his 
orgasm, but realized it was hopeless. Not to lose all his pleasure, he moved 
hard and violent, removing his prick and smashing it in again several times, as 
he started to come. The spunk flowed from him, filling the boy's bottom.

They lay silent a moment. Edwardes reached under the inert body, and feeling 
for the cock, found a stiff penis , which he gripped. His cock , limp now, was 
evicted by another muscle spasm.

He rolled off, sideways and whispered. 'Now fuck me, Howard. Give me it.'

'I didn't think....'

'You're right. Normally I don't. But you're so beautiful I'd kick myself for 
years if I didn't have you all ways. Now . On top of me.'

Edwardes raised his legs, and Howard leaned over him, reaching for his lips. 
They kissed, and Howard pressed his cock against the closed arse under him. 
He pushed.

'Jelly on the little table!' 

Howard reached for the tube and, one handed, spread a little over his knob. He 
pushed again, and this time, easily, entered. He had the same trouble as 
Edwardes. Too much sucking, and over excitment. His lips fastened to 
Edwardes', he pushed up and in. He held there for a moment, but knew he 
wouldn't be able to contain himself. The orgasm was rising within him, and as 
it uncoiled, he felt helpless. Unmoving, he pumped his jism into the  tight 
hole.

Edwardes knew what had happened. 'I felt you come, Howard. '

'Too quick!' Howard tweaked the man's nipples. He was rewarded by feeling 
the anus constrict around his cock, and then relax again. He tried the trick 
again, and again felt his cock gripped. 'God, that's lovely!' He stroked the 
man's chest, and again the anus contracted.

'Do you like that, Howard?'

'Ooooh!'

'Well, I'll do it again a few times.' And as he did, he felt the cock hardening 
within him, and realized he was in for a proper fucking after all.

'I'll give you a good one this time. I wish I'd had more of this inside...' And he 
fucked, hard, ruthless, like all those pricks he'd had to endure up him. Big 
black cocks, reaming him out. This screw would know he'd been 
buggered...and for a few days too. Edwardes groaned...part in pleasure, but 
mostly in pain. And again, finally felt the rush of hot spunk in him, the boys 
lips pressed hard against his.

'That was good. If I'd had more of that, I wouldn't want to leave here.'

'You're right to remind me, Howard. We must get dressed and get out of 
here.'

                                  ........................................................

A few mile from the gaol, Edwardes turned off the main road, and about a 
hundred yards up a lane, turned into a farm-gate. He got out and opened the 
boot.

'Bloody hell, it's cold in there.'

Get in the car. We,ve still got five miles to do. You'll soon warm up.'

In the car, 'Where are we going?'

'To your pick-up point. You'll be taken to a ship. Best out of the country for a 
bit.'

'A ship....?'

'More of a pleasure yacht...but a very big one. It belongs to a group of rich 
men and women, who use it for their pleasure.'

'Then I'm going to have to work for my passage?'

'You'll love it. Men , women, boys, girls. All sorts. And you'll learn some 
things you never believed you'd like. But you will like them. Oh, yes, not half! 
This is where we wait.'

He put one arm round the boy's shoulder. He doused the headlights, and let the 
other rest, open, in the boy's crotch. He pulled him to him, and kissed him. 
This lad loved kissing....
The boy reciprocated, and rubbed the man's fly. Two handed, Edwardes 
unbuttoned the white shorts, and pressed a hand against the , limp cock inside 
the y-fronts. He slipped his hand in, while the boy struggled with the heavy 
material of Edwarde's trousers. Finally, he got the zip undone, and took out 
Edwarde's hard cock. He bent over and sucked at it, first the knob, and then 
the whole of the front of it. Edwardes stretched his legs out, and abandoned 
hid feeling of the boy's soft cock, looking forward to a pleasant few minutes.

'Fuck...that's them.' He hurriedly zipped up, and switched on the headlights. 
The boy could now hear the noise of the helicopter...it had been the navigation 
lights that had spoiled Edwardes' moment.

'A helicopter!'

'No expense spared. Now, look Howard. When the noise has settled down 
here, and when it's safe I'd love to see you again. Just for a night or two.'

'I'll be in touch. I'd like a bit more. At least finish what we just started.' He 
rubbed the man's fly again. 'Promise.' 

Moments later, he looked out, and saw the pilot hand a brown envelope to 
Edwardes, before he returned to the aircraft, and wordless, they took off.


                                ........................................................................

 Rosa opened the cabin door, and helped Marilyn into the cabin with a playful 
push on her naked bottom. The light was dim, and it took  Marilyn a moment 
or two to adjust, after the bright lights of the corridors and companion ways. 
But she soon made out a white figure, reaching up to the ceiling.
      
The girl, Chinese, was hanging by her wrists inside an iron-barred cage. Rosa 
opened the doors, and Marilyn was amazed at the apparent calmness with 
which the girl regarded them both.

'This is Suzie, as in Suzie Wong. As yet she doesn't speak much English. But 
nonetheless delightful for that. Just feel those tits!'

Marilyn realised it must, surely, be the effect of the pill she had been given, 
but she felt a sudden surge of interest, and she reached out and gingerly felt the 
firmness of one light brown breast. It was indeed delightful, and she now 
grasped both breasts, really squeezing and handling them. She was suddenly 
aware of her cunt waking up, becoming hot and moist. She wanted to feel her 
clit....

Rosa knew the symptoms and laughed, as she herself fondled Marilyn's rump. 
Suzie smiled. She was used to her breasts having this effect on people...of both 
sexes.

'Feel her thighs.....her cunt, silly girl!'

Marilyn was astonished at herself...she had no idea before that a woman could 
be attractive to her. But this one was! She felt between the firm, slender thighs, 
and the leather cord running between the captive's cunt-lips.

'Wet?'

'No, Mistress Rosa.'

'Well, keep your hand there, and you'll learn something.' Rosa took the short 
whip from her waist, where it had been fastened, and slashed the Chinese girl 
across her buttock. And again, and several times more. The girl panted, but did 
not cry out. Astonishingly, Marilyn felt the girl's cunt lubricate, wetting the 
flesh, the leather thong, and Marilyn's probing fingers. The girl actively 
enjoyed being whipped! Marilyn had indeed learned something new!

'Wet?'

'Very wet, Mistress Rosa.'

'She has learned that in three short weeks.  Three weeks ago she would have 
cried out in pain. Now all she wants is more of the same. And so will you, my 
girl, when we've done with you.' Still laughing she lashed Marilyn across the 
buttocks.
            
Behind the mirror, two men, in naval uniform, watched Howard as he 
inspected his cabin. One whispered to the other. 'I told him that the person 
who had the cabin before him has just left the ship, and probably left some 
odds and ends behind. Sorry about that! But we'd not had time to have the 
cabin cleared out before he arrived. We'd give him a dustbin bag to pitch the 
stuff in in the morning, to throw it away. Of course, anything he wanted , he 
could hang on to!'

 'Well, we'll soon see if there is anything he wants to hang on to!'

Howard switched on the TV, and tinkered with the remote. He was rewarded 
in a moment or two by first the news, then a quiz show, and then what can 
only be called a hard-porn channel. A couple and a bisexual! All three, woman 
and two men, seemed to be enjoying themselves. Howard stopped and watched 
for a few minutes. Then started to open drawers and cupboards.

He pulled the top drawer of the chest open, and right off its runners, tipping 
the contents on the floor.

'Bugger!' He started to gather them up....and paused a moment. One sheer 
black stocking in his hand, he hunted through the tangled heap, and found 
another. He pressed them against his face.

'I'm looking forward to this!' One watcher squeezed the thigh of the other. 
They were seated on a settee in front of the two-way mirror now.

Howard quickly stripped off his singlet, shorts, pants and socks, and naked sat 
on the edge of the bed, his firm buttocks facing the mirror. Delicately, 
carefully, he pulled first one and then the other stocking on. He turned round. 
He was erect! Over to the heap of clothes on the floor. Yes! That's what he 
wanted! Red suspender belt. He fastened it, and slipped it on , up over the 
stockings, and gave the watchers a classic eyeful as he struggled with the 
catches, and finally fastened the stockings. In the wardrobe he found a cast-off 
pair of high heeled shoes. He put these on, too, and posed in front of the 
mirror. Scarcely two foot from him, the watchers saw him parade up and 
down, taking up poses, and rubbing his hard cock.

'Jesus! look at those legs!'

'This could be the one we've been looking for.'

'For Hiram and Wanda?'

'Precisely! Edwardes says he thinks the boy goes both ways...and from the 
look of him with those flimsies you left behind 'by accident', we have 
potentially a very lovely tv. Shit...look at those legs.'

'Down boy!'

Now Howard had found some black satin panties, and had slipped them on. As 
he paraded up and down on his high heels his hard cock made a lovely bulge. 
In fact you could just make out the contours of his knob. He lay on the bed, 
rubbing his legs together, and fondling his cock and buttocks! He watched the 
blue movie, perhaps ten minutes, concentrating on not coming, spoiling his 
fantasy.

Finally, he went to the wardrobe and took a black satin nightie from the only 
hanger in the cupboard, and slipped it over his head. He switched off the telly, 
turned back the covers, and 
got into bed. He switched the light off.'

'Wanking?'

'Probably What a waste.'

'Have to try him out with women, as well as Barbie and the boys.'

'Rosa's group, I think. They're more advanced with the S&M than the others. 
Get Barbie and Rosa round this evening to discuss strategy.'

                                                  ...............................................

Rosa, of course, would be otherwise occupied for about an hour! At this very 
moment, she was following Marilyn and Suzie along a companion way. The 
metal was hot to the girl's feet. Rosa was half-pushing, half-caressing 
Marilyn's butt as they walked. Suzie was in front, her hands still cuffed 
together.

'Here!' Without knocking she opened the cabin door. On the couch two naked 
figures  were , shockingly ,in view. Two young men, in a sixty nine.

'Ah Rosa. We were having a bit of fun, waiting for you. Get it all set up....I 
want a bit more of this. ' He returned to his , enthusiastic cock-sucking.

'Hold her hands over her head'. As Marilyn did this, her belly pressed on the 
chinese girl's hard, pert little rear. 'It must be that pill,' she thought, as she felt 
her clit wake up, and her cunt lubricate . She pressed in harder, while Rosa 
slipped the thick , black chains over a hook hanging from the ceiling. Suzie 
was now stretched, with her feet hardly touching the ground. In this position 
her breasts were really lovely, Marilyn thought. As if echoing this, Rosa 
fondled them with both hands, before taking the short cat o nine tails from her 
waist band, and whipping Suzie smartly over the erect nipples.

'Don't mark her, Rosa! We prefer her skin unmarked!'

Rosa was not pleased, and she scowled back at the man, who had returned 
immediately to his cock-sucking. She handed the whip to Marilyn.

Marilyn was not sure about this, but gave her one stroke, lightly , across her 
rear. 'Harder, girl! She loves it! ' Marilyn knew this....and she could see the 
girl's cunt plumping again, if she needed confirmation. So this time she put 
her full weight into the stroke. And a second. She stopped, and felt between 
the girl's legs. Yes!

Marilyn herself felt her passion rising. She couldn't help looking out of the 
corner of her eye at the naked men cavorting on their couch, but it was the 
lovely girl who was really exciting her. She pressed her tits up against Suzie's, 
and moving slightly, allowed them to rub together. Now her lips full on the 
captive's, her tongue into her mouth. Her hands kneaded and pressed the girl's 
buttocks.

While she was in this position, Rosa handcuffed her wrists,  so the two were 
tightly bound together. Suzie's legs were already slightly apart, and Rosa 
opened Marilyn's with the palm of her hand. Now a long, shocking-pink 
double dildo. One end up into Suzie, and then the other into Marilyn's cunt. 
Immediately, the two girls started wriggling against each other, their tongues 
entering each other's mouths.  Rosa walked round the charming duo, 
rhythmically and systematically lashing first one rear and then the other, one 
white shoulder, then the other. With each blow the wriggling intensified, and 
their breasts and bellies ground together.

It was a new experience for Marilyn to have a strong orgasm while 
experiencing discomfort, and even sharp pain. After she came, she felt quite 
limp, but , temporarily, totally satisfied. She allowed her mind to wander, and 
suddenly understood why the girls liked being whipped. Her training had 
started in earnest!

Rosa released Marilyn, and then Suzie, leaving her chains still hanging from 
their hook.
                                                                                                    
'Take out her butt-plug.' So that's what it was. Marilyn undid the buckle on 
the leather thong that held it in place, and pulling gently, removed the strange 
implement. Suzie giggled!          

'Thankyou, Rosa. That will be all.' As Rosa left, the man got up and beckoned 
the girls over to a very large bed . Probably the influence of the pill she'd been 
given, Marilyn thought , but she couldn't tear her eyes away from his erect 
cock as he stood by the bed. And the other man ,too. His cock waved as he 
ambled across the room and lay on the side of the bed.

'Lay down.' Marilyn could not resist a light kiss on Suzie's bosom ' No, head 
to tail. You'll have to move, blondie. The chink doesn't understand. Now a 
nice sixty nine, to amuse us!' The two girls lay with their faces pressed to the 
other's belly. The two men lay one each side of the couple. Marilyn felt her 
man grip her thigh, lift it, and press Suzie's face into her cunt. And then felt 
her head forced into Suzie's cunt by the other man. Her cunt and clit surged 
again as the girl tongued her, and she reciprocated. A hand placed a dab of 
white cream in Suzie's arse, she saw, and she felt the same thing happen to 
her's.

'Now wank her arsehole. Last night it was too tight. That's why she's had the 
plug in all day. Yes, that's right. Now two fingers. ' Marilyn sucked hard at the 
erect clit, while she slowly forced in two fingers, withdrew them , only to push 
them back into the rim. She could actually feel the anus relax under this 
massage. Suzie was doing the same to her....and she was amazed to discover 
the stimulus was adding to that of theCchinese girl's lips on her cunt. 

She was about to come, when the girl's fingers withdrew. But only to be 
replaced by a hard, probing knob. She took her own fingers out of Suzie's arse, 
and could see, inches from her face, the other man's cock forcing into the hole 
she had just vacated. The two girls were now pressed against each other, still 
sucking and licking furiously, while sandwiched between the two men, with 
cocks up their bottoms. No wonder both came quickly. Before the men, in fact. 
But at length the two men came. Marilyn had just begun to feel excited again 
as her man withdrew. Suzie had long since stopped sucking.

'You may go now, Blondie. back to your cabin. No, not you, Suzie. More jig-
a-jig for you!'


As she left, Marilyn looked over her shoulder and saw the Chinese now 
sandwiched between the two men .One was already up her, while the other 
was waving his cock in her face, preparing for a suck  Clearly she was going to 
be well-fucked! 

Marilyn felt a pang of envy....her cunt was not fully satisfied by the dildo 
session, and was almost aching for a cock!                         

She padded, naked, down the narrow corridors, the hum of the engines all 
around her, and occasional smell of oil. It was quite hot...she must be near the 
engine-room. And , indeed, coming towards her, just before her cabin, was an 
engine-room hand. Wearing the uniform of such people...sweaty vest and oily, 
short pants, grayish trainers, a strong chest, unshaven, 
beer-gut. But clearly very strong! As he stood sideways to let her pass, on an 
impulse she put her arms around him, and kissed his neck. It was salty, and she 
licked it as she raised her knee between his thighs and pressed her belly against 
him. She could feel his prick rise!

'Fuck me, Mister....please.'

Wordless, he unzipped, and his prick sprung out at her. She'd never seen one 
like it. It was normal size at the knob, but got broader to the base, like a great 
wedge. She pushed her hips forward to help him, desperate now to have him. 
He had one hand behind her, grasping her buttocks, while she leaned her 
shoulders against the wall. And he was in! As he forced in up to the hilt, she 
wondered if she'd split! But no. It was good. She was completely filled, and 
each time he thrust in her cunt was stretched and her clit abraded by him. In 
moments she was coming. He grunted, and fastened a mouth on her tit, and he 
too came. The whole thing, two orgasms, had taken perhaps two minutes.

Still wordless, he broke away, zipped up and continued, whistling now.

                                                 ............................................

The cabin was silent, dimly lit by a round light in the corner. Marilyn was 
careful not to wake anyone. On the nearer double bed two girls lay. One had 
her arm lightly over the other's rump. Head-to-toe, it was clear what they'd 
been doing before they dropped off.

Carina was lying on the other double bed, alone. Rosa had told her to wear 
pretty lingerie, 
and she still had some remnants as she slumbered. Marilyn stood by the bed 
and looked at her. She was lovely. Her breasts were bare. Her wispy black bra 
had been loosened and allowed to fall below her breasts. Her suspender belt 
was still fastened, and her black nylon stockings taut. She had no panties, and 
her lovely cunt was clean-shaven, pink lips pursed. Marilyn leaned over, as if 
to kiss them, but thought better of it. She was asleep. Worn out by Rosa. Let 
her sleep. Marilyn lay quietly beside her, still looking at her. She was laying on 
a slip, perhaps, one hand touching her lips and the other lightly in her dark 
hair. her breast rose and fell charmingly as she breathed.

Marilyn could not resist . Her hand moved to her clit, and her face very close 
to Carina's breast, she masturbated. As she came, her body arched and she 
cried out, awakening the sleeper.

Carina sighed, and pulled the blonde to her, onto her breast, which Marilyn 
licked and nibbled. They lay fondling, feeling, kissing. Carina slipped one leg 
between Marilyn's, and they mutually arranged their bodies so both open cunts 
were together. Now the wriggling increased.

'Your undies are lovely. I love them, but....'

'But you'd rather I was naked!' Carina turned over and Marilyn unclasped her 
suspender belt, slipping the nylons down without unclipping them The bra was 
already loose. Now her partner was as naked as she herself was.  She lay back, 
inviting Carina to have her. 

She lay back, her eyes closed in ecstacy, as the dark-haired girl worked on her 
woth practised mouth and hands. She parted the cuntlips, the same hue as the 
blonde's over-all tan, with her long painted nails. As the fingernails touched 
her lips the pleasure was almost unbearable, and Marilyn was sobbing and 
imploring the girl not to stop. Now her mouth on the fully-open lips, lapping 
the heat. She knew that almost the slightest touch to the girl's clit, and she 
would come. So she licked up and down the inner lips, penetrating the vagina 
with each downstroke. The blonde wriggled beneath her. Now was the 
moment. Suddenly seizing the round, standing tits , one in each hand, she 
squeezed them at the same moment as she fastened her lips to the erect clit, 
and pulled it, sucking. The girl came instantly, a huge orgasm, rolling about on 
the bed so it was difficult for Carina to keep her three holds, tits and clit. But 
she did, and gradually the orgasm passed, leaving little twitches she could feel 
through her lips.

Finally, she rolled off the sobbing, panting blonde, and lay beside her. Silent.

'Oh Carina. That was the best I've ever had.'

'How many have you had today?'

'I've lost count! '

'Yes, my dear. The more you have the more you want, and the stronger thay 
get. That's one of the things we learn here. In fact it's why we all love it so 
much.'

'I even like the whipping....'

'Of course! That's the other thing that most of the girls don't know before they 
come here. That and the sex with men, women, boys, girl, and even trannies.'

'Trannies?'

'Yes. If you like girls and boys, you should try a girl with a cock! And 
speaking of that, dildo me, darling. I need some after having you just now.

Marilyn wasn't altogether sure how this should be done, but she took the white 
plastic dildo and rubbed it up and down the open cuntlips. Then, everso gently 
pushed it into the waiting cunt. Carina moaned.

'Switch it on, darling. Turn the cap at the end.'

The dildo hummed into life, and Marilyn fell into a steady rhythm with it, 
rubbing it down over the clit, into the vagina, out again, up over the clit and 
down again to insert it. Carina closed her eyes and lay there. Her hands behind 
her head she rolled and panted, clenching her hands together. 

At last the orgasm was close, and she implored, 'Stick it in. Fuck me with it. 
Yes, like that....' Marilyn was pushing it in, turning it, and pulling it out , 
making sure it raked hard against the cunt walls .With both hands Carina now 
masturbated her clit and lips. She came. Marilyn turned the dildo off.

'My turn now!' Carina switched on the dildo, and while Marilyn pulled her 
face to her tits, fucked the blonde girl with it. Marilyn supported hersel half-
sitting. She wanted if possible to see what was going on. However, with the 
licking of her breasts, and the steady vibration and movement of the dildo, she 
soon collapsed backwards. ,I feel like a proper fuck! Kneel down, sweetheart!'

The strap on dildo must have had some sort of patent catch, either that or 
Carina was very skilled in its use, because almost as soon as Marilyn had knelt 
presenting her bum for fucking than the dildo was up in her hot cunt. 'This 
must surely be the last of the day,' she thought as the jarring, rasping dildo 
going ever faster and harder, roused her. And indeed it was the last of the day. 
They collapsed side by side on the bed, Carina's hips still hard up against the 
soft bottom, the dildo still in her partner. Within seconds, they were both 
asleep.


                       .........................................................

Howard stretched his legs out and pulled the duvet even closer to his face. As 
he stretched he felt the nylon stockings, and he rubbed his legs together. As he 
turned over, the silky nylon rubbed against his chest, and half-awake he felt 
the satin over his belly, and round to his bottom. He was remembering where 
he was now. His cock hardened as he felt the silky lingerie. He gripped it, 
through the satin panties, and groaned.

A laugh! He opened his eyes. Standing by the bed was a tall, buxom blonde. 
Her long legs were bare, and she was barefoot. But her bottom and torso were 
hidden by a white negligee, an exotic creation of satin and feathers! As she 
leaned over to put the tray by the bed, he could see her cleavage. She had 
lovely breasts!

'Good morning, Howard. I'm Barbie. I've brought you some breakfast.'

'Thanks!'

'You're looking at me, Howard!' She laughed, and leaned across the bed, 
giving him an eyeful. 'Would you like to see more?' She placed her hand , 
accurately, on the coverlet, just where his cock was making its tent. 'I can see 
you would.'

Slowly, as if doing a strip tease, she undid the ribbons that fastened it at the 
waist, and let it fall open. Her tits were magnificent, full, round, tanned. And 
obviously very firm. As she allowed the robe to fall from her shoulders onto 
the floor, Howie couldn't take his eyes off her breasts. Sudden shock, horror. 
He was wearing panties, stockings, and a satin nightie. He even still had high 
heels on! He pulled the duvet up even higher, dreadfully embarassed.

'It's warmer in there, I should think...' . She sat on the bed, lifted the duvet 
and, naked, slipped her legs into the bed beside him.

Howard was rigid...but not his cock, which had flopped! He dreaded her 
laughter and mockery. He cursed himself...a lovely woman, and he'd messed 
it!

She snuggled up to him. 'Silks and satins. I just love the feel of them.'

Howard could not believe his ears. He was quite literally dumb-founded. But 
he didn't need to find words as her lips met his and they kissed. She was 
feeling him all over, and he could feel her breasts pressing in on him . His 
cock recovered, prompting her to feel down between them. She grasped it, 
through his panties. 'Lovely!' she cooed.

'I thought you'd laugh at me....'

'I love them....'

She now had one hand down his panties, feeling him rather than really 
wanking him, and the other was feeling his bottom through the satin. She'd 
moved slightly away from him to do this, and he found he could press his face 
to her breast, while fondling the other one.

                           
'Oh, that's nice. Squeeze them harder. As hard as you want. Oh yes. I love the 
feel of a cock through panties!'

Howard ran his hand down her body, over her belly, and down between her 
legs, to find her cunt. Of course, he found a cock, and a hard one at that.'

'But....but....'

She giggled. 'Surprise!'

'You're a fellow!'

'Not really. Feel my tits! No, don't let go of my prick.'

'Let me see....'

She threw the duvet off and knelt on the bed, looking at him in his lingerie, 
holding her cock in one hand.

But how....How did you get...?'

'How did I get a prick? I was born with one. The right question is how did I 
get tits...But not now. That's a much better idea.'

Howie was kneeling on the bed beside her, her slender, white cock in his 
mouth. This was better than prison! A beautiful chick, with a lovely hard 
prick. He ran his tongue along the shaft and again swallowed the knob. Barbie 
was playing with his body now, his hard cock, bigger than hers, and the satin-
covered boy-flesh.

'God that's good, Howie. I'll come if you go on like that. Stop a moment and 
let me have a try. ' He propped himself on the pillows, and stretched out his 
long legs. He suddenly thought how good they looked in their stockings and 
how nice his ankles looked in high heels. Not only felt good, but looked good.

Barbie must have caught his glance, unless it was coincidence. 'You've got 
lovely legs, Howie. Really feminine. As nice as mine. No, I mean it.' She knelt 
down in front of him and rubbed her soft cheeks against the glossy nylon, and 
held his ankle in two hands, feeling it.
You look lovely in your silks! Howie stretched luxuriously, enjoying her 
attention to his calves and thighs, and especially the sight of her beautiful tits. 
As he stretched his cock wobbled, and awoke Barbie from her reverie. She 
fellated him. And as she did so she tickled his balls with the gentlest of 
fingers, while feeling under him for his arse with her other hand. Howie could 
feel himself coming. He tried counting one to ten and on, in an attempt to halt 
the orgasm. But to no avail. The suction on his cock, the softest of white hands 
now cradling his balls, and nw, yes! a finger gently infiltrating into his arse. It 
was just too much, and he came, a great, rolling come, filling her mouth with 
jism, so it dribbled from her lips. She took the cock from her mouth, and the 
last spurt splashed on her face. She held the cock close to her face and watched 
the last twitching of his orgasm as the come oozed spasmodically from the eye 
of his cock.

'Now, Howie, I'd like to fuck you. Can you take it in the arse. '

'I've just spent three months in prison. And you ask me if I can take it in the 
arse!'

He knelt down for her on the bed. He felt her tongue loosen up his anus, and 
then her saliva'd finger widen it slightly. Whether it was because of this 
preparation, or whether it was because he was a  willing lover as opposed to an 
unwilling rape-victim, he felt little pain as her cock entered him and within 
seconds found he was actively enjoying her fucking. How unlike the desperate 
sessions in the prisons, sometimes with one man holding him down while the 
other one, tearing into him, shagged his tender arse. No, this was even 
exciting. He felt his cock harden, and get completely stiff when she pressed 
her tits into the small of his back.

'My turn next,' she giggled as she felt under him to find his cock hard. 'Seems 
you're enjoying this, Howie?'

He murmured his consent, as she shagged him harder and harder. How she 
enjoyed these fresh young boys as they passed through her care. And this one 
promised to be exceptional, a really committed and talented transexual!

 With this thought, Barbie came, spurting three times into his arse, and then 
holding still, deep embedded for the final pleasure of the orgasm.

'That was good! I've never enjoyed it in the arse before...though I've had a 
lot.'

'That's because you really wanted it, love. Like I do now. And she knelt in 
front of him on the bed, secure in his hardened cock.

Howie had the advantage of having had his tension relieved once, so it was a 
slower , longer fuck this time than he had had from her. Her round, very 
feminine bum accommodated his prick easily. In fact he thought it was a bit 
slack....must get a lot of shagging, he thought. Indeed as she knelt, the anus 
had opened to admit his tongue, and gaped wide even before he shoved his 
knob up her. Deeply in her, he felt underneath, and found her cock still soft. 
She laughed.' No, Howie, once an hour is my limit. Not like you young boys.'

He reached up and took a breast in each palm, pulling her into him.

'Rough. I like it rough.'

So he gave it to her rough now, crashing his thighs against her golden 
buttocks, while manhandling those lovely tits. Not surprisingly this worked on 
him, and he found his excitement rising. This time he made no attempt to 
control or delay it, and crashed even harder as the climax approached. As he 
came she collapsed under him, and he was left in her, motionless, as his hot 
come spurted into her.

She sat beside him, breakfasting with him from the tray. 'My tits?'

'I'd heard in prison...the men used to talk about it...I'd heard there were men 
with tits. But I thought they just made it up to excite me, to get at my cock!'

'No, honey. There's lots of transexuals. Trannies people call them. Though 
most are not as feminine as me perhaps. She felt one breast and looked across 
him at the mirror. It's pills, mostly. Hormones. I take them everyday, to keep 
feminine. But look.' She placed his hand on her breast. 'Feel  under there.'

'Uh?'

'Can't you feel anything? Good. In fact there's a little scar. Most of it's mine. 
But I've also had implants. To make them really firm and round.'

'I think they're lovely. I wish I could....'

'You'd like to be a trannie? Nothing easier. We can start you today.

                                              ...................................................

Le Baron Perce de Goth and Madame la Baronne waited in their stateroom 
with some eagerness. They'd never been let down here, and usually something 
rather special was on offer. And so it ought to be, giving the huge cost of it!

Despite his ancient and dignified name, the Baron was hardly of blue 
blood....though he might be said to have blue skin, especially where the tattoos 
that covered his body were usually hidden. These were especially blue....a relic 
of earlier, pre-noble days, when he'd been earning most of his immense 
fortune in Marseille. His wife, a lovely French blonde d'un certain age, was 
however, of the bluest blood. But poor...at least until she'd married her man! 
And how she'd enjoyed marriage, as her new husband gradually introduced 
her to the fullest range of sexual practices.

In fact this would be fairly tame, compared with some of their high-jinks. But 
nonetheless appetizing.

'Come in!'

It was a rather delightful black girl. Her hair was still dressed in little-girl style, 
and she had a happy demeanor. She was dressed in a white see-through dress. 
Really a blouse, as it scarcely covered her tidy little bottom. She curtsied. 'I'm 
Mary, Madam.'

'You're to be my maid, Mary. Are you content?' She had a heavy French 
accent.

'Yes, Madam. I have been told what many of my duties will be.'

'And what have you learned on the ship?'

'I have learned to be obedient, and to be a good lover. I can love men, 
women....and transexuals. I can use my cunt, bottom, mouth, hands, and 
breasts...though they are really a bit small for most men. I can massage, whip 
and be whipped. Tie up, or be tied up. And also all the more extreme ways....'

'Very satisfactory. Now undress, and show off your body.'

She unbuttoned her dress slowly, and when it fell open, revealed the loveliest 
pair of girlish little breasts, round, softly brown! She was wearing dazzling 
white panties (as had been obvious from the see-through dress, and the most 
pretty white suspender belt and stockings.

Monsieur le Baron went over to her, and, a bit roughly, felt her tits. 'Very 
satisfactory. Yes. He was naked. And just how satisfactory was indicated by 
the sudden hardening of his cock, nearly the only part of him not tattooed! He 
caressed her bottom through the satin briefs, and then unclasped her 
suspenders, one, two, three, four. Skillfully!

Mary giggled and held his cock. 'This is very nice for me, Monsieur!'

'And the rest,' Interrupted la Baronne. 'Naked, Mary.'

She stood a moment, hands on hips, naked except for her panties. She knew 
how lovely she was!

'Now show me how you suck. No not me. Not yet at least!' Mary had stepped 
towards her. Le Baron lay on the bed, and held his cock, massively erect.

Giggling, Mary coyly lay beside him, and started to fellate. Cleverly she was 
tapping the rim of his anus with one hand, while tickling his heavy balls with 
the other. She made sure her hard little breasts were pressed against and 
rubbing his hairy legs, and that the suction of her cheeks was very strong. She 
moved her head faster and faster. She intended this, the first  with this man, 
and perhaps the most important of her career, was skilled and memorable to 
him.

Suddenly he seized her shoulders and tipped her over on the bed, so he was 
now kneeling on top of her. He fiercely fucked her in the mouth. But she was 
practiced, and was able to take the activity...even enjoy it. She pulled his 
thighs into her, her hands on his buttocks, and as he moved in and out moved 
her head in rhythm. He moaned he was coming...or at least she assumed that 
was what he was saying..He was muttering in French. And come he did. 
Again, trained, she didn't gag, but swallowed all he wanted her to, until he 
took it out and let the last spurt drop on her face.

She looked up. The blonde woman had stripped off her basque and stockings 
and, naked now, was sitting in a deep armchair, one leg up over the leather 
arm, wanking while she watched her husband fuck the girl in her mouth..

As her man rolled away from his black girl, la Baronne got up and came over 
to the bed. Voraciously she applied her mouth to the hot little cunt. Bon Dieu, 
how she loved fresh, young pussy!

The girl was whimpering, and gasping out words in a foreign, presumably 
African language. She pulled the ebony lips wide apart and glued her mouth to 
the pink, almost scarlet inner lips, covering the clit and the mouth of the 
vagina with her wide-open mouth. The savor was salty, fresh, clean. Matching 
the firm, youthful flesh of the thighs that now gripped her head. The black girl 
reached down and grabbed a handful of blonde hair to pull the sucking mouth 
even harder on her cunt as she bucked up and down to rub herself against 
tongue and lips. La Baronne reached down under herself to masturbate her 
own clit. Her cunt  was aching for penetration, but she only had one hand free, 
so it was her clit that got the attention.

Suddenly the girl was rolled over on her side, and la Baronne realized her man 
was about to penetrate again. He parted the rump with both hands, and looked 
at the ring of the arse, tight closed, and the gash of her cunt, open through the 
ministrations of his wife. Which? The cunt! He placed his cock and rammed it 
in. This was too much for his wife , who came that instant, forsaking her 
sucking, and concentrating on her own pleasure. She rolled away, onto her 
back, legs wide open, rubbing at her clit as she came.

Le Baron wanted her tits!. He rolled the girl over onto her back and penetrated. 
She was coming under him, her face contorted and her eyes rolling. But 
methodically he reamed her. A shove, deep, a pause, out as far as the knob, 
grasp it, rotate it in her cunt, and then in again. The kid was multi-orgasmic. 
She came with this slow fucking, and then, as he speeded up, looking for his 
own pleasure now, she came again. Her screams echoed, and then she fell 
limp, as if unconscious. He now collapsed onto her breasts, and grasped her. 
Only his hips moved as he humped her, until he, too, came.

La Baronne still had a cunt that ached for a cock, despite her orgasm, or 
perhaps because of it. She reached for the phone, and dialed two numbers. 

'The stateroom. Yes, la Baronne. Yes, big....yes, black would be marvelous. 
But he must be big!' She lay back on the bed, legs open. The girl had her eyes 
shut. The man was lying tranquil.

The door opened...no knock. The negro was naked...and he was big. Big of 
frame, but also a big cock. He looked at the bed, and his cock stood instantly, a 
great weapon sticking up at fortyfive degrees, its red knob almost seeming to 
glow. He laughed, came over to the bed and grasped her splayed ankles. He 
bent them back over her head, and without ceremony shoved his great tool up 
her. Her face contorted....it filled her cunt entirely, stretching the walls. He slid 
in and out, and the blonde came beneath him. Still he fucked, and she came 
again, while he was finishing his own orgasm. 

Minutes later, la Baronne spoke. 'Do you want the girl tonight?'

'You have her if you want. I spotted a cute blonde lad as we came aboard. He 
must be new I think. Did you see him?'

'The one with the black silk panties?'

'The very one. '

'I'm not surprised you want him. Enjoy yourself. I'm going to get to know my 
new maid.'

                                      .............................................................

Barbie had promised Howard a complete new set of girly clothes, but for the 
time being, he had to make do with what he had to hand. So it was in high-
heeled slippers, see-through black silk knickers, and nothing else, that he 
inspected his new quarters. A living room, and three bed-rooms...one of which 
was clearly unoccupied, and he assumed would be his. He dumped an armful 
of clothes on the bed.

'The other lads will be at the pool. Up three decks and forward.' Barbie left 
him.

Howard stood by the pool and watched two dark-haired lads swimming, length 
after length. Not racing, but swimming side-by side in a strong crawl. Each 
time they made a racing turn at the end of the pool, he could see their naked 
bodies clearly. He felt his cock rising against the front of his knickers. He 
pulled them down, and lowered himself gingerly into the pool. He was no 
athlete, at least swimming.

He lay in the water, floating, and then trod water so he could watch the two 
very pretty boys. They spotted him, and swam over. One of them dived under 
water and came up alongside him. He felt his hips caressed, and a mouth 
applied, briefly, to his knob. The water was quite warm, and his prick was still 
hard.

The other lad touched his shoulders with both hands. 'I'm Dino.'

'I'm Howard.'

With a splash and a splutter, the other lad emerged , blowing water from his 
cheeks. 'Marti.'

'Going to swim with us?'

'I'm afraid I'm nowhere near as good as you. You looked very athletic .'

'You soon will be good. We spend half an hour here every morning. Come on 
give it a try.'

A few minutes later, Dino reached down one hand, and pulled Howard from 
the water. Howard picked up his black knickers, but didn't put them on over 
his wet body.

'Did Barbie give you them?'

'They were in the room last night when I arrived.'

'Barbie left them. She always tries to find out the TVs. Are you tv?'

'I,m going to be. I had my first pill today.'

'Lovely...I love tits and a cock.'

Marti joined them at the pool-edge. 'He likes threesomes, so he can have a 
cock and a cunt to play with. So do I! Do you go both ways?'

Howard nodded. 'We do too. Let's have our shower to get rid of the chlorine.'

The shower was hot and steamy. The boys soaped themselves, and Howard, 
standing between the two of them, found his cock getting really hard now. 
Dino cut the water off, and under the pretext of soaping him, felt Howard all 
over. 'Let me soap your back!' He did soap Howard's back, but paid much 
more attention to his butt, gently massaging the firm muscles, and then 
slipping his hand into the crack, rubbing the soap in. And allowing the tip of 
his finger to enter the boy's anus. Howard giggle. 'That tickles!'

Marti was shampooing his cock and balls. 'But I can see you like it, Howard. ' 
Yes, his cock was standing, pointing out. He was going to enjoy his stay here. 
Two pretty young men to play with....and of course the fantastic Barbie. He 
felt his nipples. They were erect. How long, he wondered, before he would 
have breasts to feel.

Dino switched the water on again, and the soap was soon washed off. The two 
dark-haired boys looked at each other, and Dino placed a hand on Howard's 
shoulder, forcing him downwards. Marti rested his hand on the other shoulder, 
and Howard was on his knees in the shower.

Two hard cocks brushed against his face, and he took one of them into his 
mouth, while holding the other firmly in his left hand. He ran his lips over the 
shaft, and then swallowed the whole cock, sucking hard on it as he did so. 
Releasing the first cock, he repeated the action with the second. Dino and 
Marti kissed, while Dino held Howard's golden hair in his fist, pulling the 
willing head right up to his firm belly

Both boys were circumcized. Howard liked all cocks, he decided, but 
somehow, large circumcized knobs were sexier for him.

Turn and turn about he sucked. The two boys were fondling his face, neck and 
shoulders, and also feeling each others' firm thighs and buttocks. 

Dino broke the silence. 'Jesus, I've got to have that arse. Do you take it in the 
butt?'

'Please, Dino. I'd love that. ' He lay down on his back on the stone floor. Dino 
took the soap, and soaped first the hairless, very white arse, penetrating it with 
two stiff fingers, working them round and round in a rotating motion, to relax 
the muscle. 'Oh, that's good. Give it to me, Dino. Fuck me. Please. Now!' 
Dino soaped his own cock, and kneeling in front of the boy, presented it to the 
now-open anus. In!

Howard wanked his cock, holding his legs back on his chest to increase the 
penetration. Marti knelt over him, and continued to shag his mouth as before. 
Howard was in ecstasy. A handsome boy in his arse, and a handsome boy into 
his mouth. This beat prison. They really were very beautiful, he thought. And 
with that he came, spurting his white spunk up over his belly and hairless 
chest, and even splashing onto Marti's cock in his mouth.

Presumably, Dino found the sight of spurting come exciting, because he too 
came, holding his cock stationary, deeply embedded for the first spurt, and 
then shagging hard in time with the subsequent spasms.

'My turn now.' They got up, and Howard knelt in the shower-stall, to present 
his bum to Marti's eager prick.
The way was open. What with the soap, the spunk, and the friction, Marti was 
able to dispense with any lubrication, and he just shoved his knob, and then the 
whole shaft up into the lovely little bottom. Behind him, Dino knelt and 
managed to wank some life into his own cock again. Enough at any rate to get 
the knob into his friend's   bum. Marti established the rhythm of the 
threesome, and they managed to keep both cocks nicely in while the fucking 
continued. Howard felt his cock rising again, and reached under to wank it. 
Yet again he was the first to come, splattering come onto the tiled floor. His 
arse was well-filled by the probing cock, and he pushed back with each thrust. 
Marti moaned his pleasure, and was coming, just as Dino removed his cock, 
and allowed his come to spurt over the boys back as he collapsed onto 
Howard's back.

                                .................................................................


Six months had just flown by. Both Dino and Marti had moved on, but had 
been replaced by a very pleasant American lad, and a rather quiet black boy 
from Lesotho, or some such place. Howard had blossomed as a woman, and 
had not needed any surgical enhancement to his breasts. They were now very 
satisfactory! And his legs...always too shapely for a boy, really, they were now 
rounded, and smooth. Fully transvestite now, he was known as Honor. He had 
no intention of giving up his cock and becoming fully feminine. For one thing, 
he enjoyed shagging too much. He loved it in the arse, but he loved shagging 
arses and cunts .

The celebration was just a quiet get-together. Honor and his two room-mates, 
and Marilyn, with two of hers. Honor was dancing, a slow smooch to a blues 
disc, with Marilyn. He looked over her shoulder. The other two couples had 
given up dancing, and were both lying on the king-size bed making love. He 
pulled Marilyn closer to him. Her red basque made her breasts a very attractive 
platform against his own, naked breasts. He was wearing a black satin thong, 
barely constraining his cock, and nothing else. Marilyn was naked from the 
waist down. He pulled her towards him, his hands cupping her naked bottom, 
just as she was grasping his . He whispered to her.

'I shall miss you, Marilyn. That's the only thing wrong with this set-up. You 
make friends and they move on.'

'More than friends....'

'Yes, that's the point. I don't know how I'll do without your sweet body!'

'Plenty of other girls and boys. In any case, I'm still going to be in the 
business. The other ship cruises the Indian Ocean and Pacific. Just as this does 
the Med and Atlantic, Get your new American friends to book into it...and 
we'll be able to have some fun. Tell them about the lovely Thai 
ladyboys...he'll go for that. And tell her about the sturdy Sikhs!'

'I suppose they're mainly Thai, Indian and Chinese. I mean the boys and girls 
you'll be looking after?'

'A lot. But a lot of Aussies. The Chinese love to have a tall Aussie 
blonde...boy or girl!'

'And you.? What will you want...what're you looking forward to?'

'You know me. I will be specially attentive to the lovely little Chinese girls, 
little dolls! But also those big, strong Aussie lads! I can feel you're getting 
hard again, you naughty girl! Look, slip it in me while we dance. Yes, that's it. 
Lovely, right up me. We're just the right height for this.' They danced, his 
cock deep in her, and his pubic bone rubbing against her as they smooched.

'No good. I've got so randy.We'll just have to join them on the bed.' She 
disengaged from his cock, and knelt beside him, laying her cheek against the 
smooth, very feminine buttocks. She licked it, feeling the softness with her 
tongue, and fondled the cock, erect, but hidden again beneath the satin bikini. 
She turned him round, and took his cock out again. He was, of course, shaven. 
The skin was smooth and oiled under his balls, and she sucked first one and 
then the other, taking them one at a time into her mouth, and then pulling 
gently at the loose skin with her teeth. Then the knob in her mouth. It tasted 
for a moment of her own pussy, reminding her of the girls for whom she was 
now responsible, and who graced her bed most nights. She loved sucking the 
cock of this now very feminine trannie. Honor groaned as she took the full 
length of the shaft in her mouth, and then slowly pulled back, grating along it 
with her teeth. 

'That's so good, Marilyn. I've got a dildo by the bed...'

'And you would like to be fucked, while I suck you? You naughty girl. Well, 
ok, as long as you give me a good sucking too.'

On the bed, there was still plenty of room despite a spirited fuck, and another 
sixty nine. The activity around them served to intensify their own mutual 
desire. Marilyn lay on top. Honor's prick in her mouth, and a dildo up that 
very accommodating arse. It was a bit noisy, perhaps, but very effective. 
Marilyn was sucking and licking her clitoris and cuntlips, and she knew the 
juices would be flowing. Honor was very oral, and loved the taste of copious 
pussy-juice, perhaps as much as she enjoyed a mouthful of hot, boyish jism! 
Honor raised her legs in the classic buggery position, and demanded 'In, 
Marilyn. Put it right in. All the way.' 

'Don't stop sucking. I'm nearly there....' Honor renewed her efforts, and 
Marilyn had really to concentrate not to herself stop shagging the arse. No 
problem with the cock, because Honor was doing most of the work herself, 
wriggling and bouncing up and down.

Marilyn felt herself coming. And at the same moment, her mouth was filled 
with hot spunk.

'That was lovely. It's nice that our last one for a time we came together.'

'We're good at it, you know....'

                                              ................................................

Which just leaves the story of Honor, erstwhile Howard, to conclude.

His training complete, the now-completely feminized Honor was ready to meet 
his protectors, Hiram and Wanda, to whom he'd been promised so long ago.

He stood , shyly...this was so important, not just another fuck. The couple 
lying together on the larger of the beds were, he was relieved to see, very 
good-looking. Both of them! He 
stood at the door, his cock making a little tent under his blue silk dress, and to 
the purist, perhaps spoiling the over-all femininity of his pose.

'Lovely, Honor,' the woman said. 'But show Hiram your dick. He's like a 
bowstring waiting for it!'

Still shyly, Honor lifted the hem of her frock, and pulled the cock from the 
panties it was so eager to escape. She stood there holding the dress against her 
bottom, and pushing the erect cock slightly sideways, for them to see it in 
profile.

Hiram rose from the bed, where he and Wanda had been exciting each other , 
just a bit, to present hard cock and moist cunt to their new 'daughter'. He went 
to the door where Honor still stood. 'Wanda's right. You're lovely. And she's 
also right that I'm as taut as a bowstring.' He placed her hand on his naked 
cock, while feeling hers through the flimsy silk, that she had allowed to drop 
in to place. 'But Wanda's every bit as excited...believe me.'

'I've been looking forward to this so much....sir.' Honor hesitated, uncertain 
how to address him.

'Call us Mom and Pop. We'd love that.'

'I've so been looking forward to this Pop. And to show you how much I've 
learned here. You wouldn't believe how innocent I was when they brought me 
here.'

As she spoke, Hiram was undoing her dress, and the catch on the skirt, which 
was allowed to fall to the ground. He pressed his chest against her perfect tits 
as he kissed her, and felt her bottom, pulling her thighs and cock against his 
own.

On the large bed, Wanda  had bared her breasts and was gently pulling  at her 
nipples, her legs squeezing together, constricting her cunt and especially the 
clit. It was too much, and she opened her legs, pulling the crotch of her pink 
panties apart, and fingering the clit, erect and very visible under the lightest 
blonde fluff. You could see she was a natural blonde, thought Honor, like me!

She watched while the near naked ts was laid gently on the floor by her new 
'pop'. He reached for the camera that all Americans seem to have handy, and 
shot a dozen or so photographs, fast and professional while she played with 
her cock, and , kneeling, peeled off her panties.

Wanda took her cue from this, and slipped the pink silk knickers, her pink 
socks, and the pink vest-top off, Naked, she came over to her husband and new 
'daughter' , now lying together on the smaller of the beds. She caressed the 
new tits....everything she and Hiram could have hoped for. A drop of come 
had appeared in the ts's knob-hole.

'Hiram. Suck her off for me. Here!'

Honor was sat in a deep leather chair, Hiram kneeling in front of her. This was 
the moment! He reverently licked the twitching knob, and then took it into his 
mouth. Honor raised her hips, forcing the shaft in deeper. She sighed. 'That's 
good!' and moved her hips as he licked around it as it entered and retreated 
from his eager mouth. Wanda, fascinated by these lovely tits, was holding one 
in each hand, and rolling the nipples between thumbs and fore-fingers.

'Don't hold it , honey. Let it go. Fill him. He's been waiting months. He's 
been seeing photos and film of you as you change sex, and as you learn. And 
he's been desperate for this. ' As if to confirm this, Hiram was gobbling hard 
now, and his own cock twitched. Honor let him do the work, feeling her 
orgasm coming. A twitch. And then the first spurt, filling his mouth. He 
gobbled and swallowed as the second hot spurt hit his palate. This was too 
much, and as Honor moved in and out, come ran down his chin. To be joined 
by parts of the third and fourth spurts.  Honor , panting, held her cock deep in 
his mouth, while the final spasms of enjoyment traveled through her. Then she 
withdrew the still-hard cock, and used it to push the sticky come from his chin 
into his mouth. He licked at the cock to get everything.

Wanda laughed, and went over again to the large bed.

Wanda leaned against the headboard, and masturbated. In earnest this time, as 
she watched her husband enjoying the body of their new daughter. Her finger 
flew up and down the slit, while her other hand was reaching down under her 
bottom, feeling for the delicate ring of her arsehole. Honor was enjoying her 
masculine partner, but was also watching her future female partner through 
half-closed eyes. She was pleased to see the finger enter the anus as Wanda 
came. At least in her new home she'd have some anal sex !

Hiram was lost in his reverie, exploring this young body, so feminine, yet so 
masculine in its balls and cock. How the two of them had looked forward to 
this. Honor was laying back on the small bed, propped against the side, while 
he sucked  at her left tit. He was keeping his erection on the very brink, 
wanking gently, and then stemming the flow at the last moment by gripping at 
it. He was sucking at her tits, but at these moments of huge passion, perhaps 
every thirty seconds or so, he would bite the nipple, in his effort to control 
himself. His orgasm, when he allowed it, would be massive and draining! 
Honor lay there, wanking too, and loving the mouth on her breasts.

Now Hiram returned to kneeling in front of her. As she wanked the massively 
erect cock, he licked and sucked at her shaven balls, and allowed his tongue to 
enter her anus. Excited, Honor knew she was about to be shagged, and guessed 
the mighty load of hot come that would very soon be pumped into her.

She half hoped her would kneel her down, and shove his cock brutally into the 
hole his tongue had been preparing. But Hiram wanted her tits, too, this first 
time. He pulled her thighs towards him, till she was lying on the couch with 
her legs wide open. As he entered her, Wanda picked up the phone and spoke 
perhaps two whispered words into it.

Unseen by Honor and Hiram, who were totally engrossed in the slow, 
measured fucking he was now giving her, the cabin door opened.

Wanda was not disappointed . The stoker they had sent her was , as usual, a 
magnificent specimen .He was naked to the waist, and in seconds he had his 
belt undone, and was hopping on one foot while he pulled the tight jeans off. 
Wanda felt a new surge of excitement run through her sensitized cunt at the 
sight of the oiled, black skin, rippling muscle, and his very large, circumcised 
cock, that was becoming hard even as she watched.

He scarcely glanced at the couple fucking, and paid Wanda the complement of 
looking only at her. Lucky! He thought. Fine tits, and welcome cunt. A fine, 
white girl. Blonde. This job had consolations. Wanda said nothing, but knelt 
on the bed, and pulled her arse cheeks apart to reveal to him the swollen, 
engorged cunt-lips. He knelt, and himself stretching her apart, shoved his great 
tool in. She gasped, but shoved back, and felt it touch the end....something 
rare. This may have been what did it, or perhaps it was the great girth, filling 
her cunt more than most cocks...whatever, as he rested his cock, fully in her, 
she came, a great, rolling orgasm. She screamed...breaking for a moment the 
concentration of Hiram and his lovely ts. He laughed, and carried on fucking 
Honor. Honor looked up, and seeing Joseph, who she'd fancied for weeks, 
shagging her new mother, came, spurting white jism over her soft-skinned 
belly. Hiram watched the jism spurt, and allowed himself at that moment to 
come. The feeling was so intense it almost hurt! He emptied his balls into the 
tight, teenage arse.

On the other bed, Joseph had come, but was still fucking. Building Wanda 
towards yet another fantastic orgasm.

Now Honor had a surprise, and a pleasant one, as Hiram knelt and presented 
his arse to the still-hard , young cock. She entered the tight, little hole, and had 
the satisfaction of hearing him wince, before he relaxed, and she entered to the 
full depth. It was a long, slow fuck, and she didn't hear Wanda finish with her 
negro and dismiss him. But she was soon aware of the kneeling blonde, 
clasping her thighs as she shagged the husband. The tiny , pink-painted finger 
nail that entered her own, well-lubricated bottom, was enough to bring her off 
into the rectum.



                                           ........................................................

The ship still cruises the Atlantic and Mediterranean, training and preparing 
young people for lives of great luxury and variety. Marilyn is mistress of the 
other vessel, Pacific and Indian Oceans, while Honor, an American citizen 
now, adopted daughter of Hiram and Wanda, indulges in frequent incest with 
her new parents, and is the star at their notorious orgies.

                                                          FIN. 

 









