'Oh, that will be delightful. I am longing to see Hilda and we may have Mr. T also, for he says he can't wait any longer for me and he has written to papa. But go on, dear Kate, and tell me what happened next.') Just this: The following day Carle told the Captain of his engagement with his niece and that he had promised to marry her as soon as they arrived in port.
The Captain replied: 'All right, old fellow, I congratulate you. She is a thorough good girl and will make a jolly wife. But you may have her at once so far as I am concerned, if you sign the marriage contract in my presence, which you know has legal force in Danish law.'
Carle jumped at the idea. So the contract was drawn up and signed by Hilda and himself, the Captain and I adding our names as witnesses.
'Now,' said the Captain, 'I pronounce you man and wife together, etc. Have at her as soon as you like, my boy! And as we have witnessed the wedding it would be only fair that we should witness the bedding too.'
Carle found her in his arms and placed her on his knee. The Captain caught hold of me and moving his leg under me, said: 'Kate, you will have to be my niece now.' And in spite of my struggles he forced his hand up between my legs.
Carle was not slow in following his example, and soon amidst many 'Ah, Carle,' 'Stop Charlie' our cunts were taken in full possession of by exploring hands while two standing pricks boldly upreared their rosy tips.
Finding that they were bent on enjoying us openly, we saw no use in further resistance and so let them have their way.
The Captain smiled when he saw how skillfully and lovingly Hilda caressed Carle's noble tool, and under cover of a kiss placed my fingers on his own. 'Now, Carle, lay her on the locker and don't spare her maiden-trap. Kate will guide the bird into the nest and I will look on, and see fair play and no favour.'
Carle laid her back and tenderly lifting her dress uncovered her belly and thighs. Then raising her legs, he spread her thighs widely apart and paused to admire her cunt, fringed with golden hair, and cosily placed himself between her luxuriant thighs. He then leaned over her so as to place his prick upon its opened lips.
'Kate, now pop it in and hold it firm.'
I stooped forward and taking hold of Carle's bounding tool pushed its head into her soft recess. In doing so my bare bottom became exposed to the Captain's view.
He caught me round the hips and cried: 'Oh, lovely arse!' He kissed it and I felt his warm pliant tongue playing in and about my cunt and penetrating my bottom-hole itself. Then quickly rising up he thrust his rampant prick into my cunt and fucked away all the while leaning over my back, watching Carle and crying out at every thrust: 'That's the way, old fellow! Send it home – rattle your bullocks against her arse- fuck – fuck – fuck – ah, oh!' And we all fell together, our cunts overflowing with the discharge from their excited pricks.
After lying over her for a few moments Carle began to heave his bottom again and gave her the benefit of a second fuck, without taking out his prick.
This pleased the Captain greatly. He stooped over his niece and kissing her asked how she liked being fucked.
She smiled, and stretching out her hand took hold of his prick, now soft and hanging down.
Carle laughed to see her frigging her uncle's prick and went on slowly driving his own in and out of her cunt.
The Captain's prick began to stand; he pushed it towards her face. She drew it to her lips and calling me, raised my clothes and placed Carle's hand on my cunt, then looking up she said: 'Now we are quits.'
He kissed her and said: 'Darling Hilda, you are the best and sweetest of wives, you will never regret it.'
Then bending down he asked me to lean back and open my thighs. He kissed my cunt and sucked the clitoris all the while with a slow and measured stroke, fucking Hilda's cunt.
'What are you doing to Kate, Carle?'
'I am sucking her sweet cunt while I am fucking yours. And what are you doing to the Captain?'
'I am sucking his prick and squeezing yours in my cunt.'
The Captain now heaved his great heavy bum and worked his prick in and out of her mouth, just as Carle with increasing vigour drove his prick in and out of her cunt. She heaved up and down, and in the height of her excitement, grasped one of the cheeks of my bottom and at every thrust of Carle's prick gave me such a squeeze that I could hardly suppress a shout.
But I felt nearly as excited as herself, for the action of Carle's lips and tongue in my cunt was almost as exciting as that of his prick in hers, while the view of his fine bottom rising and falling between her wide-spread thighs, and the Captain's tool darting in and out of her mouth, caused me fully to share in the general form of excitement.
The Captain feeling the tide of pleasure rising to the flood, cried: 'Fuck her, Carle – fuck her cunt.'
Carle replied: 'Suck him, Hilda – suck his prick.'
Whilst I, I pressed my cunt against Carle's mouth and spent on his tongue, called out the names – prick – cunt- arse – frigging – sucking – fucking – oh!
Carle went on deck and the Captain soon after tumbled into his berth. Hilda and I retired to our cabins and were soon fast asleep.
chapter IV.
I need not tell you that after all reserve was laid aside amongst us we certainly enjoyed ourselves amazingly.
Carle and the Captain seemed to delight in fucking us turn and turn about, but everything was done openly and by general consent.
The books and pictures were freely used and we tried to act the scenes depicted or described.
The Captain would lay Hilda on her back across the table. Then, placing me over her so that her face was between my thighs while my feet rested on the floor, he would produce his prick, and Hilda looking up, would pop it into her cunt and hold it while he fucked.
Carle would be at the other side of the table between Hilda's uplifted thighs, while I, stooping forward, would take his prick and stick it into her open cunt and then handle his bottom and balls. The Captain leaning over my back would watch the operation with great interest, and, waiting until Carle's prick was all absorbed within the hairy lips, would cry:
'Now, old fellow, let us make a fair start! Draw out first, and when I say one, push.'
'ONE.' – The two bottoms heaved, driving the two pricks deep into the recesses of our cunts.
'TWO.' – Another energetic shove, making our breasts and bellies rub together.
'THREE.' – A vehement push; the Captain's belly smacked against my bottom, and Carle's balls banged against Hilda's rump.
'FOUR.' – The two excited pricks rushed with delicious force into our throbbing cunts, making us bound to meet them.
'FIVE.' – We felt the pricks rammed home, they seemed to reach our very hearts.
'SIX.' – A flood of boiling seed burst into our cunts and filled our reservoirs so that they overflowed and the hot sperm poured out, saturating pricks, ballocks, and cunts in love's sweet juice.
The next time that Hilda and I were alone she pointed to some whipping scenes among the pictures and suggested that we should make a trial of the boasted efficacy of the birch rod in producing emotion.
'But where shall we get a rod on board ship?' I asked.
She at once replied: 'Oh, I know where there is a broom without a handle. I can easily abstract some of the twigs and tie up a rod with enough for our purpose.'
So, that evening, when I was in my nightdress, Hilda came into my cabin and showed me a rod which she had prepared and neatly tied with ribbon.
I was a little frightened at the sight of it and said:
'Won't it hurt?'
'Oh, it may a little at first, but when one begins to get the feel, the pain will be turned into pleasure. However,
