The four natives were produced. Samura, with the aid of the useful vaseline, made short work of the first and second.
The third seemed almost a young man, and very delicately pretty. The first two lads Samura had buggered from behind, but in this case a lustful gleam shot from his eyes and he laid the fellow on his back and mounted him as he would a woman.
The lad's bottom was raised high on a cushion and Samura was thrilled as he felt his cock and balls against his stomach as he slowly pressed in.
That piece of buggery nearly did Samura; he took too much pleasure in it, and the fourth and final youth was a hard and weary task. In fact so randy was the lad that he ejaculated involuntarily twice before Samura.
And so ended the second labour. There remained the swim back and the toss-off.
The swim, Helena again accompanying, was taken slowly-and so was the toss-off.
Poor Samura, very limp and weary, ate a little pate de foie gras and drank a little champagne, but try as he could, that erection would not come. It was not till Helena made him kneel, and with a bunch of twigs plucked from a tree flogged his buttocks till the blood ran that his cock flickered into stiffness and little jets of jissom came.
'You've won her,' said Helena.
'Not here, dear,' said Hony very softly and sweetly. 'Take me to your house.'
And Samura, all forgetful of Lady Tittle, lifted the little fairy and carried her through the woods to the house of Naroina.
CHAPTER SIX. Piracy on the High Seas Again
Barely two months of unalloyed 'pleasure bound' happiness had passed on Fleur de la Chair, when the wandering fever seized the young man again.
He put the New Decameron in commission, and announced his intention, at a grand final banquet, of going further once more to seek for prey.
Little Helena he took with him, dressed as a sort of comic opera midshipman, but Hony he left behind. Lady Tittle, although infatuated with the bosun, sacrificed her love to the interests of her daughter and stayed behind.
One bright morning they steamed through the heads and out to chance the prizes of the ocean.
John Tucker remained dictator of the island.
The nine days' wonder concerning the disappearance of the Lesbia and Maudie's house party had for some weeks been forgotten when the wireless notified the dwellers on the island of the return of the New Decameron and the capture.
It had been a merry voyage. Courtesies had been fully interchanged, and the dinner parties and subsequent revels had been frequent and joyous.
Maudie and Madame Rade and the other girls had been voted admirable additions to the pirate staff. Little Toinette was speedily the pet of all, but she stuck as closely as she could to Charlie. The bosun, it is a regret to say, was flagrantly untrue to Lady Tittle with Madame Rade.
Needless to say Maudie and her party were frankly delighted at the free and easy manners of the pirates and their women folk, and clothes became less and less de rigeur.
The great triumph was the ball given on the New Decameron the night before the arrival.
It was a glorious summer night when their boats rowed the passengers of the Lesbia across the phosphorescent waters to the bigger craft. Even the general did not wax indignant over the poet's impromptu verse. The women were wrapped up on the crossing, as the dancing costumes were more than diaphanous.
The young man apologised sadly to the guests, as they entered the brilliantly lit saloon, that there were no flowers. They would have to make up for that in food and drink, and of a surety that was both superabundant and hyper-excellent.
I will not give details of the ball; I want to reserve myself for the great battle of flowers and the ball that marked the arrival of the newcomers at the island-and for that, you good readers, you must wait for another book.
The two Maudies and little Toinette were the belles of the occasion.
The pirate Maudie wore the undress in which she had guarded Lord Reggie, and the new Maudie was up-to-date Directoire, but her feet were sandalled and her legs were bare save for the jewellery. Little Toinette was a little love of a Dresden china shepherdess. That was discarded when the champagne and the music had done its work, and the fun grew fast and furious. Tubby got very drunk.
In his own cabin, which he placed at the disposal of his guests, the young man came across Charlie and Toinette, joined in a clinging, loving embrace. These two were now frankly very much in love, and Charlie had determined that Toinette should be his and his alone while on the island.
The young man coughed discreetly. Charlie's hand at the moment was playing with the frills on Toinette's drawers. The young man had been looking for Toinette, and he wanted her. He had drunk a little more than his general custom, and he was very randy.
'They want you, or rather Miss Maudie does, in the dancing-room,' he said huskily.
'Oh, thanks, come along, Toinette.'
'May not the little lady stay here with me?'
'I don't think,' replied Charlie.
'Look here,' said the young man, 'will you gamble for her, just for this once? I'll make my stake high. See'-he produced some beautiful rings and bracelets from his pockets-'these are for her, and I'll bet you £1,000 to half an hour with her, on the cut of the cards.'
'It's rather for mademoiselle to decide,' said Charlie, curtly. He could do with the £1,000, and after all, in this very free and easy camaraderie, it would be difficult to keep Toinette all to himself.
Little Toinette's eyes glistened as they fell on the sparkling gems. 'Just once, Charlie, darling,' she said softly, 'and if he wins me, I'll be oh, so, so nice to you afterwards.'
'Well… agreed,' said Charlie. The young man produced a pack of cards-they bore a coat of arms on the backs.
'This rather gives you away, St Eden,' said Charlie, looking at the quarterings.
'Hush, hush, I know you guessed, but let's keep our anonymity. Let the one who draws the ace of hearts win the little lady.'
Half-way through the pack they cut till the young man turned up the winning card.
Toinette sighed with relief.
'I'll give you cash now,' said the young man,' and when we get to the island I'll give you a very fair exchange in another girl.'
Going to a bureau he produced notes.
Charlie took them with a resigned air, and went.
'Oh, I do feel it's wicked of me, but I wanted you so,' said the young woman. Further words were stopped by the young man's impassioned, champagne-exhilarated kisses.
He turned a switch by the side of the bed that automatically closed and locked both doors, and lifted the girl like a featherweight on to the silk coverlet.
To undress her was the work of a moment, and he was going to undress himself but Toinette stopped him. 'No, no,' she said, 'I like you in that beautiful uniform. Fuck me as you are, fuck me, fuck me.'
He put her on top of him and held her a little up so that the glistening orders he wore should not scratch her velvet flesh. Her tight cunt engulfed his penis slowly, and all the time they kissed languorously and lustfully.
'Fuck me, fuck me,' she whispered.
'No, dear, you fuck me,' he commanded, and no movement did he make while she writhed up and down on his penis.
The sudden pressure of his hands on her back told her it was over, and the culmination was mutual.
He gave her the jewels, and told the girl of the great riches of the island. He clasped a barbaric jewelled belt around her naked waist, and said, 'There, my love, that is the order of La Reine Minette. There are not many on the island to whom it has been given.'
He would not let her dress, but after he had sponged her cunt with sweet-smelling scent, led her back in all her beautiful nakedness.
On deck, with his banknotes in his pocket and feeling rather ashamed of himself, Charlie met Madame Rade, in an obviously merry mood.