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Chapter 5

A few days later Hugh was aboard a ship that carried tourists up the coast of Denmark and then down around the edge of France into the warm waters of the Mediterranean. The passengers were a mixed lot and, while none were rich, some were well-off and others quite poor, having saved for this trip. Hugh traveled simply, with just one suitcase and enough money to last him one month. Before the money went he hoped to obtain some employment and see again what it was like to work hard.

In the bar he chose an empty stool and ordered a double scotch. When it was placed before him he cast a dirty look at the amber-colored liquid, wishing he could substitute a cocktail for it. Finally he shrugged and downed it, wincing as its rawness ripped his throat.

Outside, while walking along the deck, he experienced a vague sense of emptiness, thinking he should have lingered in the bar and struck up an acquaintance with one of the women.

The round of drinking and party-going had provided him with a label: playboy. Finding a woman here might bring on the same old problem he was now trying to avoid. But what the hell could he do?

As he entered the dimly lit passageway music blared out of the stateroom adjacent to his cabin. He stood listening for a moment to the high-pitched laughter and the clink of glasses. They were certainly having a ball in there. The Baidwins were a middle-aged couple, but they knew how to swing. They must have invited everyone to join in the fun.

Hugh entered his cabin, slipped out of his jacket and removed his necktie. Somewhat weary, he sat on the edge of the bunk and stared at the floor. The music reached him, making him feel all the more out and alone. Some sense of curiosity prompted him to wonder how the Baldwin's managed to squeeze so many guests into their stateroom.

His own cabin was no larger than a closet. It had two bunks, an enamel washbasin and a single hard-backed chair. His hastily packed suitcase leaned against the bulkhead. His loafers, a pair of socks and a dirty towel were scattered along the floor. I have become a slob, he said to himself.

The cabin suddenly seemed sticky and hot and his throat felt parched. He was all for returning to the bar. He rose and began to pace back and forth until he swayed against the upper bunk and had to rest his fevered brow on the cold metal.

The door was suddenly flung back and a man stood there. It was Baldwin, the host of the party next door, a man who sold used cars and had not taken a vacation in years.

"Hello there!"

Hugh nodded.

Baldwin threw a thumb in the direction of his stateroom. His hair was lank and plastered against his pasty-white forehead, his eyes glazed and his dinner jacket wrinkled.

"Don't you hear the brawl, man? We are raising pure hell in there. A super party! Why don't you join us?"

Hugh moved away from the man's outstretched hand. "No, I'm not dressed. But thanks all the same for the invitation."

"Ahh, crap! My daughter's asking for you. She wants to have at least one dance with you, man."

The image of Jane Baldwin dashed fleetingly across the screen of his mind and Hugh thought he would like to do more than dance with the girl whose innocent face was placed on top of a luscious body.

"Some other time."

"A couple of hot girls in there. A guy like you, single, still young and good-looking… ohh, man it would be a picnic."

"Well, give me a moment and perhaps later I'll look in."

Somehow he got the man out and closed the door. Young Jane was ripe for an affair, but even as ordinary lust would urge him toward her common sense warned Hugh to keep his distance. During the entire trip, whenever her parents turned their backs, she would brazenly display some part of her anatomy in an attempt at seduction.

Hugh stretched across his bunk and stared off into space. He remembered when he had first seen Jane on the boat, smiling, rosy-cheeked and alive, swinging her shapely bottom. The sight of her, youthful, energetic, made him all too aware of himself, made him regret all his lost years.

With a sigh he got up, undressed and donned the bottom of his pajamas. Then knuckles rapped on the door and Jane stepped into his cabin.

"Hello, Hugh!"

"Ah, now come on, little girl! I told your father no, so what in hell're you doing here?"

"If you can't dance with me in there, then you can dance with me here. The music's loud enough for us to hear."

He stared at the tall girl, almost as tall as he, whose beauty was flawless. The sight of her partly hidden breasts excited him, creating both temptation and shame. Rationally he told himself that she was not a shy girl eager to make friends, but a young strumpet whose tightly belted dress emphasized her blooming body.

"I have an idea of what you want, young lady, and it is no deal. I just left a load of trouble behind me and I'm not looking for more."

"You're dying to sleep with me, Hugh. I know it and you know it, but you're afraid. Of what? Making me pregnant? I take the pill!"

"You've said enough for the time being." Hugh's fingers curled around the door knob. "Take a walk."

"Wait!"

Surprised, he sought her eyes for an answer, but they were half-closed and the innocent face was now filled with depravity.

She kicked off the shoes that had created so much height and, bare-footed, whirled around as if on a turning pedestal, to show her voluptuous torso, so youthful and superbly proportioned.

"Look! Your parents…"

"See these!" Her fingers fumbled with the brassiere catch and the exuberant breasts burst free, melon – shaped and upright. Hugh's breathing was labored and his legs shook.

The girl was a vivacious creature, her expression now not lewd but beatific, her body alluring. And those breasts, high-set, closely spaced; their aureoles and ripe tips were a shade of pink.

"You…" Hugh licked his dry lips and swallowed. "You've got me going, but… I've never handled a virgin before."

A provocative smile played on her lips. "Who says I am a virgin?"

She grasped his arms and pulled him flush against the hot mass of her bared breasts and belly. The first kiss was strong, her swiftly moving tongue wiping all resistance from his soul.

When they broke free he buried his face in the wealth of her long, russet hair, filling his nostrils with the clean and intoxicating scent.

"We'll have to be quick. I don't want your father bursting in upon us."

Her hands roamed over his bare shoulders. "Lock the door and don't open it for anyone."

He obeyed, watching her roll the silken panties down over the protruding rounds of her spectacular backside. She strolled toward the bunk, the flimsy undergarment dangling from her finger.

When they were together, kissing and squirming in the narrow bunk, the girl's hand move toward his penis, tugging it in the right direction.

She had such a light yet torturous touch! He pressed his chest into her bunched-together breasts. His parted lips brushed her smooth cheek and worked lower around to her red mouth. Her eyes closed as they kissed, and she continued to thrill him with the hot taste of her slippery tongue.

The girl's thumb pressed against the tip of his manhood and her fingers slid along its length down to the outline of his balls. She titillated his privates by firmly clasping and then releasing the shaft.

At last she leaned back, misty-eyed, her position now enhancing the spherical shape and size of her pink-tipped pillows. He rose up, putting his weight on his knees while her thighs opened wider, then came slapping against his legs. He was staring down at the big ball of fur that was at the summit of those long thighs.

Then – he bent down, offering her cunnilingus, shoving his head between the parted thighs, shooting his tongue past the vaginal lips into the sensuous area. His tongue slid in and out and her hips began to respond to the thrilling action. When his tongue rhythm quickened, causing her to reach the danger point, she dug her hands into his hair and jerked her shoulders.

Silently, not saying one word, the girl had her pleasure. As he straightened up she gasped and shivered. "Ahhhh, aaaaaaa!"

This girl is on fire, he told himself, really blazing hot!

She let out a groan as he entered her and rose up, stiffening the muscles in her buttocks. She sank back into the bunk, but again rose so swiftly that part of him, all coated with her cream, emerged from the sheath.

"Ooooo, oooo, oooo!" Jane was wrestling as if trying to get the heavy, hard penis out of her. Her shapely behind, rotating like all hell, pushed up at him, carrying him high.

He grabbed at that crazy behind, holding the firm cheeks securely and burying his penis even deeper, making certain that it was in her to remain until his orgasm. Her vagina certainly was trained for it, was doing all sorts of wild things to his joint, the walls contracting, the clitoris hardening.

And young Jane came! The tight lips of her vagina gripped his rigid staff, even hurting it a bit. She writhed in his arms, the silken-skinned, round as feeling pliable in his palms. But he thrust harder into her and pulled her body up to meet his descent.

"Ohh, my dearest, my darling. It is heaven, it gives me so much pleasure, oooo, I adore it!"

Her body slammed up again… and again… and again.

The last of the orgasm drained out, but Jane close her eyes, lay back weakly, then started to move once hore, her breasts and belly rolling. He could feel air swirl about him as she opened her trembling thighs wider. Then she snapped them together again and arched.

"Within the next few minutes, darling… you will have to come.., do you hear me? I cannot keep this up! Ohhhh!"

The girl's rear end, ever so solid yet quite resilient, pumped furiously under him. Her desires, stirred beyond all belief, caused her lovemaking to become ferocious and she bounded up eagerly, wishing that there was more of his hardness to take.

His fingers went to trace the curving line of her body. He became acquainted with the undulating hips, the shivering belly, the blooming breasts, and last of all the revolving buttocks.

"Ahhh, Jane, Jane, Jane!" His penis jabbed in and out of the moist warmth, causing the various currents of lust to course through her.

The girl screamed. The cords in her neck stretched tight as her body once more bucked in orgasm. "Noooo, oh no, Hugh, no, no!"

Her torso twisted and turned. Yet even as she screamed she was still screwing under him, still a participant in the game, swinging her ass up at him while he forced her back.

"Girlie… I am going to… explode!"

"Hold off, hold off!"

She was fighting for more orgasms, forcing him to feed it to her harder. There was a determined strength in her arms as she clung to him, rising swifter now, grinding her rump more rapidly.

Hugh knew at the rate the girl was going that he had to climax, and now! His mind swiftly went toward other matters, mathematical equations, the constant war in the Middle East, the fall of the dollar on the European market, the type of house he might one day live in.

"Yeeeeoooow! Oh, how you can last… how you control yourself… how you outscrew me!"

"Girlie, I can screw the tail off you!"

"Don't I… know… it!"

"Yeaaahhhhh!"

"Oooo I am tired… ahhh, I can not keep on circling my ass like this… to… make you… come!"

His passion grew, his penis enlarged, his bails be-came swollen, and suddenly there was not much time left, not much time at all. She was hopping up like a horse and he was riding her, but that damned behind of hers, so lovely, so bitable, would not cease revolving.

Jane bent her back, carrying him up, not caring that his hard-tipped penis struck her thoroughly, so that her flesh was impaled to it. He had her breasts and was digging his fingers into them, but she did not care, she welcomed everything.

Hugh was coming! She could tell from the look in his eyes, the look of a madman, and she gasped when she felt it happening. There were his gasps, his shouts, and a lot of come, so creamy, so boiling hot, a full litre of it pouring into her.

"Uggghhhh!" He groaned, releasing her breasts, and went stiff, falling altogether limp.

But in that moment Jane's release was gained. As she went back her lovely mouth twisted into 'an ugly shape and she gurgled. Her bottom, flattening on the bed, heaved for the last time.

Hugh was much too tired to move, much too weak to pull what was left of his strength out. Like that, he slept atop her, and as he snored his instrument, still dripping, fell out of the wet opening, splattering stuff on her thighs and on the bunk. She too was asleep, and so his weight did not matter.

Her parents found them like that, the following morning when the boat pulled into the harbor of Cannes and ended the voyage. There were shouts and cries, with Jane being slapped about by both her mother and father. Fat Baldwin shook his fist in Hugh's face and threatened him with the police.

"My daughter is well past the age of consent, but that doesn't mean you are free to sleep with her, you scoundrel."

The Captain of the ship, a Frenchman wise in the ways of these matters, was summoned. He looked at the two naked people and at the enraged parents and sighed, bored, because it was an old story.

"It is love, madame et monsieur, pure love and nothing, neither man nor God, can stop love."

"She's my daughter!"

"Oui, but now she has a lover." The Captain was eager to be away and see to the unloading of his vessel.

"Get the police!"

"The gendarmes, I fear, shall do nothing. A man in love breaks no laws. Perhaps, they wish to make their love legal and lasting."

"That's it, you bastard, you'll have to marry poor Jane!" Baldwin shouted into Hugh's face.

The mother, a big woman with a tremendous bust and a backside like two boulders stuck together, agreed. "Using her previously untouched body like any whore's. My daughter!"

Jane squealed and leaped up and down, her breasts bouncing, and wrapped her arms about Hugh's neck. "Ohh, I just know he will make a wonderful husband!"

The Captain thought that perhaps the fellow was lucky after all. Such an exciting looking girl, that flamboyant figure, those opulent breasts, that sinuous derriere. Ahh, she was an Aphrodite, possessing all the beauty any girl needed.

"Congratulations, monsieur! And now I must leave you all." He shook Hugh's hand and left.

Hugh stood there, his mouth wide open, his hand still hurting from the Captain's hard grip. "God above, what is happening to me?"