“Isn't this… better… than a… finger?” he asked, without stopping the driving strokes. “Surely… you… can tell… the… difference.”
“It's… different,” she mumbled flatly.
“Raise your… bottom… when I… thrust… into you,” he requested.
She began doing as he asked, and the tempo increased as his lust boiled along the length of the rigid hose that went slipping in and out of her tunnel, his movements becoming more violent as his orgasm neared, inducing a frenzy of urgent need for release. Then he was pounding away at the tender crotch, growling his enjoyment as the hot juices exploded from the tip of his organ and went spurting deeply into her depths in savage spasms that ignited her own passion.
Squealing wildly, she clung to him – frantically undulating herself against him and riding the full length of the still-hard column upon which she was impaled, grunting softly as she came. When her climax had ended, she slumped back upon the floor in exhaustion, panting rapidly.
Ignacio smiled down at her. “That was just splendid, wasn't it!”
She nodded, smiling shyly.
“I'm sorry you were deflowered by the mere finger of a sickening pervert. I would have much preferred divesting you of your innocence, myself.”
“You would have hurt more. Your – your thing is so much bigger than a finger, and the finger was painful enough.”
“I suppose that's true.”
She shifted restlessly, wincing as she did.
“What's the matter?” he asked.
“I'm very sore down there now. Please remove yourself, sir. I hurt quite badly from all the attention that's been given to my parts this day.”
He pulled his still-rigid penis from the moist hole with reluctance, studying her face closely as he withdrew. “Would you be willing to do something for me? Something that will cause you no further discomfort but would give me great pleasure and the satisfaction my body demands?”
“I – I g-guess so,” she replied.
Kneeling beside her, his penis upright and jutting stiffly, he indicated the organ with a vague gesture. “Just take it into your mouth and suck upon it as nicely as you can until my juices gush forth,” he explained. “This will relieve me and I shall be most grateful to you for the relief, pretty one.”
“Is th-that a natural thing to do?”
He laughed. “As my sainted grandfather used to assure me, 'anything that can be accomplished without physical injury is perfectly natural and to be enjoyed as a gift from God'! Of course, the old man was the finest of libertines and a dedicated lecher who had seduced a woman less than a third his age the day before he died, at ninety-six!”
“Well, if it's not unnatural, I'll do it because I find you strangely charming – and I want to give you the relief you say is needed.”
“How gracious, pretty one!”
She lowered her face to the tip of his penis, her mouth closing over the plum-shaped head. Making a slight face of distaste, she began sucking inexpertly.
“Go up and down,” advised Ignacio. “Slide your delightful mouth the length of it – or as far as you can go, anyway. Oh, that's better. Much better, pretty one! Oh, that feels so good! Suck harder and faster now! That's it – that's it!”
With a guttural moan of ecstasy he grabbed her bobbing head in both hands as his juice surged up and exploded into her busy mouth. She gulped the thick hot liquid down, swallowing it with effort. Finally she lifted her head, wiping her greasy lips with the back of her hand.
“Oh, that was just fine!” he told her. “You did it quite nicely for one who has obviously never performed that charitable act of mercy before in her entire life!”
“It was awful!” she declared. “It tasted just terrible! I don't think I'll ever do that again as long as I live!”
“Too bad you feel like that. I was hoping we might do it to each other often during this dreary voyage – just to pass the time pleasantly.”
“No. I'll let you fuck me whenever you can get the guard to let me out of that compartment where they keep me and the others. I liked that. Especially the part where every nerve in my body was on fire. It was heavenly! But no more of this odd business with my mouth, sir!”
“All right.” He led her back to the guard, a replacement for the previous woman crew-member. He watched her taken into the compartment. Then he went topside directly to the captain's cabin where he discovered the old man peering into his wine glass with a troubled expression upon his wrinkled face. The captain looked up as Ignacio entered the cabin without knocking.
“Por favor, if you please, Captain – a matter of some importance!” said Ignacio.
“Yes, I've already heard.” The captain's face grew gloomier. “Now we have but eleven virgins aboard. Which will be impossible to explain to Senor Bullpole, who has less use for explanations than he has for those who bother to make them.”
“B-But I didn't -”
“I know, you didn't deflower the girl. The ugly lesbian did. I easily figured that out after one of her girls tried to attach the blame to you. A clumsy ruse. But the fact remains that you and I are in great danger now.”
“But why, Captain?”
“You have no ears, my boy? Haven't I been trying to convince you that it was imperative for us to deliver the exact number of virgins we were sent to obtain for Senor Bullpole?” He sighed deeply and drank from his brimming goblet, motioning to the bottle. “Pour yourself a libation, Ignacio. You will need it after I manage to get it through your thick skull that we both have been put in a very damning light now that the cargo has been lessened. I've already given orders that should another girl be taken out of that compartment – whoever is on duty guarding it will be thrown overboard to furnish the sharks with a meal.”
“Can't we just tell Senor Bullpole who did it?” Ignacio stared hopefully at the old man. “Surely, once the real culprit has been -”
“She is in irons and will face Bullpole. And she will suffer horribly for her audacity, you may rest assured. Horribly. Senor Bullpole takes much pleasure in devising terrible deaths for those who disobey him. Almost as much pleasure as he does in the attention he gives his playthings.”
“Then we have nothing to -”
“Silence!” roared the captain. “You err, stupid lad! We have plenty to worry about. You and I were placed in the position of authority and responsibility to deliver twelve virgins. We share the blame with that disgusting creature whose greedy finger has ruptured our futures along with a mere hymen!”
“Will it go very badly for us?”
“It may go very badly indeed. Sometimes Senor Bullpole is quite unpredictable. There is no way of knowing what our fate will be. We can only keep the repulsive creature alive who caused this problem – and hope that our punishments will be relatively light and merciful by comparison to what will be done to her for having spoiled the number of girls to be delivered – their virginities intact as by Senor Bullpole's written order.' He waved a scroll written in a scholarly script.
“Will my having possessed the girl after she was deflowered cause me to be punished severely?” Ignacio's face was pale with fear now. “I was so heated by lust that I didn't stop to reason.”
“Only Senor Bullpole can judge that.”
“My God! Is he likely to kill me?” Sweat rose in beads from the younger man's forehead. “You've been in his employ all your life! You must have some influence with him, my captain! Don't let him have me butchered just because I behaved in a humanly manner like any other man!”
“Compose yourself!” demanded the captain, rising to his feet. “Stop acting like a coward! We have something that must be done. Something rather unpleasant but necessary. Come along.”