It began slowly, at Marsuma's desire. The sensations of all were varied. Little Hony thought she would almost faint with lust. Her sharp tongue penetrated right into Marsuma's arsehole. She could feel the sphincter muscles contract on it. Her nose was pressed close to Helena's and she felt an added joy in the contact of her flesh with that of her lovely companion. Right into her she felt the thrusts of her lover. Hands wandered over her, whose she didn't know or care, legs were intertwined-in fact the whole six seemed a composite machine of lust.
Marsuma, thrilled from her head to her heels with lust, languorously sucked Lord Reggie's cock, mouthing it and gently biting it. Her hands dallied with the balls of the two men, tickling them as they fucked their girls.
The young man and Samura, mad with passion, finding Lord Reggie's face between theirs, kissed him passionately, thrusting their tongues into his ears, biting him, and kissing and tonguing his mourn as he turned from one to another.
Helena was the quietest. She seemed to be dunking at both ends. The muscles of her cunt seemed to talk to Samura's cock as they contracted over it, and her tongue talked to Marsuma's fragrantly scented cunt.
There was dead silence, save for the heavy breathing. All tongues were busy with lustful work.
They could none of them quite remember when they came. Hony remembered Helena slipping her tongue, all wet with sperm, into her mouth; Marsuma remembered drinking deep the spunk from Lord Reggie, while the young man and Samura bit Lord Reggie's cheeks simultaneously as they shot into their girls.
Then they all lay prostrate, breathing deeply, exhausted with joyous lust.
As the young man said afterwards, he had enjoyed many flagrantly immoral fucks, but never anything like that.
There was not a word spoken as they disentangled themselves slowly. With slow steps they made their way to the bath and flopped in the scented water.
Marsuma was still a volcano of lust; the girls were almost frightened at the lengths to which they had gone; the young man felt a little ashamed, as did Lord Reggie; and Samura was more hopelessly in love with Helena than ever, though he could not conceal from himself that he would give a good deal for a chance with Hony.
They went back to the cafe for dinner, and it was there, after a meal ordered as none but the young man could order it, that the three tasks were imposed on Samura.
The course had been eaten lazily, the wine sipped dreamily and the company, with the exception of Samura, were more in love with the exquisite beauty of nature's surroundings than with each other.
Little Hony sang after the coffee, a dreamy Italian canzonetta- she had had the best teachers-and the heart of Samura was captured. He had been given pretty straightforwardly to understand by the young man that Hony was a private preserve, but as they wandered in the gardens after dinner he spoke his wants right out.
Helena appeared at the critical moment and stopped Samura.
'If he wants you, dear,' she said, 'make him do something for it. Hercules had labours imposed on him. Samura is strong, boasts of his strength, let him also have labours. I suggest this: beneath the south headland, yonder, there is a little school for some of our girls-only eight. Let him swim there. There are sharks in the harbour, but Samura has his knife and need fear no shark. Let him have each of the girls properly. Then let him swim to the north headland where there are four youths with a teacher. Let him bugger them, and then swim back Then let him toss himself off, and if he can manage that, let him do what he likes to you. I very much doubt if he can.'
'I will try,' said Samura simply. 'Of the sharks I am not afraid, but, after this afternoon-this wonderful afternoon, could a mortal do it?'
'Make it four girls then,' said Helena sharply, 'four girls and four lads, the swims and the toss-off. Is it a bet, Hony?'
'It seems cruel, but I should love to see it done.'
'We'll get a boat and follow you,' said Helena.
Samura swam strongly and well. The moon lit up his handsome features as he slipped like a fish through the moon-swept waters. The little motor throbbed by his side. Only Hony and Helena and a native were in the boat.
The beach was gained. Samura scrambled over a few glistening rocks, and met the girls, splendid in his nakedness, as they ran the boat alongside a little jetty.
Helena led the way quickly to the school. It was late but there were still lights. A middle-aged dark woman opened the door, and curtsied low to Helena.
The mistress came forward, an American lady who had been imported from San Francisco.
She was plump and pretty, and spoke with a decided American intonation.
Helena explained her errand.
'The girls are all in bed,' said the mistress, 'but of course to oblige,' with a roguish wink at Samura, 'I will do my best. I warn you, Mr. Samura, I haven't got but two virgins.'
'Oh, never mind that,' put in Samura hastily, 'I'd rather they weren't.'
The mistress took them to a dormitory where in four beds, four girls were sleeping.
In the hot weather nightdresses were not de rigeur in Fleur de la Chair nor often bedclothes. There they lay, four naked bodies.
'Don't wake them up,' said Helena quickly, all her vicious instincts on edge, 'start on them when they're asleep, and let them wake up with you into them.'
Samura's cock was erect enough, no one could have resisted so sweet a sight, and he laid down softly on the first sleeping girl. She was possibly about seventeen, and very fully developed. She stretched her arms dreamily, but it was not till Samura was right in and working feverishly that she awoke with a start and a little cry, which turned to a sigh of pleasure as she returned his hot kisses.
It was a lightning job, and Samura withdrew his penis still rampant, but also still shooting out little jets of sperm. His bona fides was indubitable.
He went straight on to the next one who was awake and expectant (Helena had told her of the wager) before his cock decreased.
She was very petite, not very pretty, but very fascinating and her jet-black hair swept round her like a thundercloud kissing a brown hill.
Samura turned her on her belly so that he might bury his head in her hair. He did it slowly, but came.
Then there was a rest, and the mistress explained that of the next two, one was a virgin, but slept so heavily that it might be possible to deflower her all unknown to herself.
Refreshed with wine, Samura went for the virgin.
He was very quiet, and with the aid of a liberal application of vaseline forced his way into the sleeping girl. With the exception of the slight twitching of the fingers she gave no sign of waking; and when Samura withdrew, his cock was covered with blood-the young woman was deflowered.
'Now, madam,' said Helena, 'she will awake to find she is no longer a virgin. She shall have the child-I will not allow the doctor to interfere, and she shall never know who was the father of her child till natural instinct tells her.'
That was agreed.
The fourth girl was older, a good nineteen and she didn't give Samura much trouble. She fucked him.
So the first labour was accomplished.
Slowly they strolled down under the glorious moonlight to the rock-fringed beach. Helena elected to swim too this time. She was not afraid of sharks with Samura near her. The short swim across the jaws of the bay was quick, but there were no lights in the house.
A sleepy old native let them in, and, to an awakened tutor. Helena told her errand.