Lady Tittle was in the seventh heaven. What to her now were the luscious embraces of her native lover boy compared with the courtly strokes of the bosun.
Even when his tongue sought her mouth she felt it was a little out of place. Visions of the Albert Memorial floated through her mind as she remembered as a little girl being felt by a little boy in Kensington Gardens. She was sublimely happy, dignifiedly randy.
But the bosun grew less courtly. He rammed with vigour. He grunted with coarse glee, and he gripped Lady Tittle in his strong embrace.
She no longer minded the dart of his tongue in her mouth, she felt only the impact of his flesh on hers and the delicious throbbing of his cock in her cunt.
Her hands on his bottom felt the beats accentuate. The moment had come.
'Wait for me, darling,' she gasped.
The bosun paused for a moment, and then, when her teeth bit into his cheek, he struck home.
It was simultaneous, maddening, glorious!
He had struck home.
When Hony stopped the car at the cafe she found Helena rather nervously smoking a cigarette. Helena had quarrelled again with John Tucker, and her mind was nasty. John Tucker had threatened in no unmeasured terms to go on the marauding expedition with the pirates and leave her alone.
She knew she wasn't too popular with the other female pirates, and she feared that without John's bullying influence there might be serious rivalry.
The cafe was resplendent as usual, principally with natives. There had been a big luncheon party, and everyone felt too lazy to work.
Despite the unwritten law that some clothes should be worn in the cafe, not a few of the native beauties had disregarded that, and their stark-naked charms were fully displayed. Helena had with her a brown-skinned friend who was tying back on an easy-chair, her legs open wide and curled over the arms of the chair, showing her gaping cunt to all who might wish to see. Frivolous young men amused themselves by throwing sweets at it. 'Hit it five times running and you can have her,' explained Helena.
'But what should I get if I did it?' asked Hony.
'Oh, then I'll suck you off, and you won't regret it,' languidly replied the girl, 'but you must let me have the same chance back with you.'
Hony did try, amid a group of admiring spectators, and from a ten-foot distance she did it at once.
The three girls went upstairs.
Hony was placed on a couch, and Helena turned her frock up. Her cunt, with the little auriole of hair, looked deliriously inviting, and the dark beauty wasted no time.
She flicked her tongue rapidly round the edges of Hony's cunt, lightly bit her little clitoris, and then slowly ran her tongue, which seemed to be stiffened like a cock on the stand, right into the cunt.
All the time Helena was lasciviously kissing the younger girl. She did not like the new flapper, for she was nervous of her supremacy being challenged, but her nature was so unrestrainedly lustful that she could not resist the caress of those pretty lips.
It was quick. Hony gave a last frantic wriggle, twisted her ringers in the dark girl's hair, drew her tongue from Helena's mouth, and collapsed.
'Well?' queried the operator.
'You did that splendidly, and we'll give you a treat and a half for thanks. I'll suck your cunt, Marsuma, dear, and this little darling shall just put her tongue up your other hole. Now we must think out a position.'
Marsuma smiled in lustful anticipation. She was very, very pretty and her teeth gleamed like two little walls of ivory.
'You little darling,' she said, 'but not here. Come with me to my bungalow: and there we can be quite alone, and this new little one will love my great sleeping-room, I know.'
A naked woman on a bicycle is a strange though pretty sight, especially if that woman has superbly developed limbs.
Marsuma had a bicycle with a trailer. Hony sat on Helena's knee in the trailer and the magnificently developed dark girl whisked them off from the chattering crowd of the cafe, down a lane almost completely roofed over by foliage.
They stopped at a delightful chalet, built in French style with a red-tiled roof which made a pretty contrast to the blue vault of sky.
'Now, we shall be all alone, darlings,' cooed Marsuma, leaving the saddle. 'You shall kill me with wickedness if you like.'
But they were not destined to be all alone.
Reclining beneath a tree near the house were the young man, Lord Reggie, and Samura.
They were smoking idly and sipping a concoction of cold tea (iced) and an island liqueur, which the young man had in a large flask. For drinking vessels they had half small coconuts, mounted in silver, and lavishly decorated with gems; the lingering scent of the coconut milk gave a delicious fragrance to the drink.
They had just got rid of John Tucker who had been short-tempered. 'He reminds me,' said the young man, 'of this gentleman:
'He was a most straightforward man,
He did not mince his words,
He spoke of his relatives
As buggers, shits, and turds.'
At any rate John Tucker had gone off to raise hell with the natives who had not turned up at the mines, and the three younger men were left to note the arrival of Marsuma and the girls.
'My word,' said the young man, 'she's collared the flappers; God knows what she'll do to them, but I vote we go in and see.'
Nothing loth, the other two consented.
Marsuma's bedroom was much like the others in the island, spacious, low-ceilinged, and opening on to a garden. She had the usual bath let into the floor and the usual elaborate toilet facilities.
Into the bath Marsuma plunged at once. 'I don't want you little darlings to have a taste of leather in the mouth,' she said, 'and it was hot cycling.'
The girls undressed slowly. Hony, who had a very precocious appreciation of beauty in her own sex, watched with admiring eyes the svelte figure of her hostess in the water.
When she was dried and the girls had rubbed her down she threw herself on the great bed.
'My darlings,' she said, 'this has got to be done sideways. You, Helena, lie with your face to my belly and lick my cunt, you other little darling, lie at my back and kiss my other hole.'
The three grouped. Marsuma lay on her side, one knee lifted up, so that the heads of the two girls met between her thighs.
'Kiss each other, darlings, before you begin,' muttered Marsuma, her eyes ablaze with lust.
Their soft flowing locks brushed against Marsuma's cunt while their lips met in a delicious kiss. Their hands joined in nervous grip over and under her, and Marsuma twined her arms round their bottoms, pulsating with feverish desire.
'Now begin,' whispered Marsuma softly, 'we are all alone.'
But she had reckoned without the young man. Helena's tongue was just stroking her clitoris, when the trio entered through the French windows.
'Eh bien, cherie,' said the young man, 'embarras de richesses, n'est-ce-pas?'
Marsuma nearly blushed.
'Oh, don't mind us,' continued the young man, 'it's a lovely sight, but we can help.'
The girls had lifted their hands and looked really ashamed.
'Now,' went on the young man, 'what I propose is this. Marsuma is getting a double joy. The cunts of Helena and Hony are unoccupied. Samura, I know, loves Helena; I adore divine little Hony. We can be behind them and manage that way. Then all will be satisfied.'
'Yes, but what about me,' interjected Lord Reggie, 'am I going to be a wall-flower?'
'No, you dear English boy,' said Marsuma, 'when they are settled in their places, do you straddle right over the five of us, and just, just drop your cock in my mouth. Now, you boys and girls, we must arrange this carefully, very carefully indeed.'
It needed care, but it made an elaborate picture.
In the middle, Marsuma, on her side, but her head twisted round. At her flanks the girls, their tongues busy with her cunt and arsehole. Behind them the young man and Samura, their cocks thrust well into the little darlings' throbbing cunts. Straddled across the prone bodies was Lord Reggie, his cock well in Marsuma's mouth. He bent forward until his head lay on the cheek of Marsuma's bottom between mat of the other two men.