The Autobiography of a Flea, Book 4 (2 page)

He steered the craft away from the shore and allowed it to plow through the current, heading upriver, securing the tiller so he could set about preparing to serve his shapely guests who sat clustered in the bow, eyes bright with excitement.

None of them saw him expertly drop the tiny tablets into two of the glasses as he filled them with the ruby wine. The tablets dissolved instantly.

Chatting merrily as they consumed the feast and imbibed their chilled wine, they enjoyed the ride as the boat slowly moved along. Ignacio watched the two girls – whose wine he'd drugged – with smiling close attentiveness.

It seemed, judging from the conversation, that all three wenches were cousins. The two brunettes were seventeen years of age, the little blonde only fifteen years old; and none of them had ever been more than a mile from the village in which they had been born and reared. They listened to Ignacio describe his native Spain with interest, holding their chins in their smooth hands and gazing adoringly up at him.

Slowly, the eyes of the blonde and one of the brunettes began drooping tiredly. Soon they were yawning openly. A few moments later both simply went to sleep – sprawling clumsily across each other, murmuring incoherently as they lost consciousness now that the drug was taking effect.

“What rude girls!” said the brunette, angrily shaking her cousins' shoulders and glancing apologetically at a quietly smiling Ignacio, too disturbed to realize the way he was eyeing her full curves, the heavy way her breasts hung protruding from her thin frock as they thrust against the material, the glimpses of her shapely legs as her skirt moved upward when she changed stance.

He laughed strangely. “I'm not concerned about their manners, pretty one. Only about the state of their innocence!”

She stared at him. “What do you mean, sir?”

“Well, I hope they're virgins.”

She blushed. “Of course they are. My cousins are good girls. Not that the boys in our village haven't tried to change that, because boys are always trying to take a girl's purity away from her! But why should you care about their innocence?”

“I have my reason.” He motioned for her to come to him, smiling steadily. “I'm sorry you will be left behind. I can see that you're fond of these cousins. You will miss them. Come here, and I'll comfort you for awhile.”

“Wh-What do you mean 'left behind?'“ She quavered, fear oozing across her face. “I think it's time you took us back to our washing.”

“Are you a virgin, too?”

Her blush deepened. “Fie, sir, that's none of your business! Now kindly turn this boat to the shore while I awaken my cousins! I fear you have become too bold and spoiled this afternoon, and I ask you to land us where you found us.”

“And so I shall – after you and I have lain together, tasting the delights of love!” He went to her, his arm encircling her trim waist while she stood paralyzed in stunned and startled fear, her widened eyes regarding him with sudden awareness of his intent, and she resisted numbly as he pulled her toward the stern of the boat where there was space enough for two to recline. “I hunger for the pleasure of knowing your body, feeling your passion meet mine! I must have you, pretty one!”

“No!” she whispered. “Not that!”

He began kissing her throat, nuzzling his face into the smooth soft flesh of her shoulder, pushing her dress down over the satiny shoulders and baring her high firm breasts while she made sounds of protest, struggling vainly in his strong arms.

His mouth found her pale nipples, closing over one and then the other as he greedily nursed at her breasts, changing back and forth with hungry glee as he pulled her to the deck beside him despite her frantic efforts to free herself.

“Oh, stop!” she cried. “I cannot stand this sort of intimacy with a stranger!”

“You've done it with others who were not strangers?” He lifted his face from her glisteningly wet nipples. “You've allowed friends to be this familiar?”

She averted her eyes. “Y-Yes, I've allowed a boy I liked to kiss and suck my titties – but only that. Nothing more. And only because I was fond of him and his need to nurse upon me was so great.”

“My need is even greater,” he murmured, putting his hand up her thighs, caressing the warm flesh of her inner legs and feeling her tremble as his fingers encountered the crisp hair matted over her plump mound with its velvety lips. “I beg you to have mercy upon my need, too, pretty one, and let me fuck you!”

“It's – It's wrong! It's sinful! It's -”

“It's inevitable now that I hold you in my arms and the lust is simmering in my balls!” He inserted a finger into the lips of her crevice, feeling the exciting moistness that was gathering there and knowing that she was ready for the love act. “Here, I must put my mouth on you!”

Quickly he bent over, spreading her thighs and burying his head into her crotch, his mouth seeking her organ and closing over it with greedy grunts of pleasure as he tongued and mouthed and tugged and licked at the slitted mound.

She groaned, her upraised legs tightening around his bobbing head. Writhing, she endured the shocks of sensation exploding deliriously as his mouth played urgently upon her organ – the unbelievable joy of it dimming her senses.

“Oh – Oh, G-God, sir!” she crooned in a quivering tone. “You're driving me to madness with that tongue! I – I can't stand much more of this business!”

Without a word, he shifted positions – lying between her legs and taking out a large stiff penis from his trousers. Its dull-reddish tip gleamed in the sunlight as it stood erect upon a white hard column of muscle. Guiding it with his hand, Ignacio pushed the throbbing head of his organ into the wet soft lips of the girl's cunt, hearing her gasp as she felt the ruthless hardness of the male part pressing against her vulnerable opening.

“Pi-Please don't deflower me, sir!” she pleaded between sobs. “Please don't rob me of my purity!”

He thrust the column of pulsating muscle into her snug hole, feeling it plunge through a thin wall of tissue and hearing her scream of pain as his penis stabbed deeply into her body until it could go no further. He lay there, enjoying the warmth and tightness enveloping his member while she cried steadily.

“There, there!” he comforted her. “The worst is over now. There won't be any more pain. I'll move carefully and you should even feel pleasure in a short while, pretty one. Fucking can be fine for the girl, too.”

“I'm – I'm no longer pure!” she wailed miserably.

“True, but you'll survive.”

Slowly he began undulating his body, bringing his enlarged, stiffened penis almost out of her hole, stopping when only the throbbing tip was still within her slippery tunnel and slowly reentering the passageway in a steady return to its depths which gradually made her squirm and grunt as lust took hold of her senses and a new hunger for satisfaction that she had never before known came upon her body.

“Faster!” she demanded. “Harder!”

He complied, increasing the tempo and force of each thrust until he was rapidly pumping the organ in and out of her with near savage intensity, and she was frenziedly lifting her satiny bottom to meet each incoming stroke, welcoming it within herself with animalistic mewings and cries of enjoyment that set his blood afire.

The boat rocked with the steady motion of their bodies as they – locked in each other's arms – fucked wildly in a mounting clamor of urgent need until they suddenly climaxed, biting and clawing at one another, grunting harshly and shuddering as their spasms of orgasm shook them physically for long seconds before quieting to a numbed exhaustion. There they lay, motionless and silent save for their labored breathing.

“By the wicked winds!” Ignacio swore. “That was a most marvelous fuck, pretty one! It must have drained half the juices from my balls!”

“It – It was wonderful!” She sounded dreamily content. “I never realized fucking was so much pleasure! My, but it does leave a girl shaken to the marrow of her bones!” She suddenly rotated her broad hips in a playful movement. “La, but your nice big truncheon feels good in me! See how it stiffens so quickly again when I lower myself against it and move thusly!”

“You excite me again, pretty one!” grunted Ignacio thickly, grasping the cheeks of her rising and falling bottom and driving himself urgently into her, again and again. Soon they were repeating the act, each straining to the other in a threshing violence of sensual delight. Once more they reached a climactic frenzy followed by total weariness.

“Oh, l-la, but I l-love that!” she panted.

“Fine! Now you will tumble with the boys and enjoy yourself with no more nonsensical worry about the importance of purity!” He glanced at the sun's position. “But it's time that I was on my way. I must return to London.”

Her expression sobered as her eyes went to the inert forms of her unconscious cousins. “Surely you jested about taking them away, sir? You're returning all of us to our village, aren't you?”

Smiling grimly, he steered the boat downstream now without speaking, his eyes searching the shore for the flattened rocks where he had found the girls. He brought the craft in to shore when it came to the rocks he sought.

“All right, pretty one,” he said quietly, turning to the girl and extending his hand. “Here are your unfinished chores. Your village lies just beyond. Allow me to help you step ashore.”

“B-But my cousins!” She fell to her knees, her hands clenched prayerfully together, her eyes imploring him. “Please, sir! Put them ashore, too!”

He shook his head, unsmilingly.

“I gave you my virginity, my body! Isn't that a decent price for their safety?”

“They'll be perfectly safe, pretty one. No harm will befall them. Quite the opposite. They'll be guarded and cared for as though they were royal princesses. They are destined to live in splendor, in exquisite luxury. You have no need to fear for them. Rather, envy them because your future will be a poor and dreary one compared to the life that lies ahead for your cousins.”

“B-But you're kidnapping them. They don't even know you're taking them away!”

“Best that they don't since it spares the pretty creatures the anguish of leaving familiar persons and places.” He picked the girl up in his arms and stepping over the gunwale of the rocking boat, put her firmly on her feet atop a flat boulder. “My grateful thanks to you for the pleasure you gave me today, pretty one.”

No sooner was she deposited upon the rock than she began hysterically pleading again, dropping to her knees in supplication.

“Be merciful, sir! Please don't steal my poor cousins! They'll perish from fear and homesickness, being only simple country girls who have known nothing but our village life!”

Ignacio clambered back into the boat, his handsome features a stern mask of determination. Casting off, he went to the drugged girls and covered their bodies with a large piece of canvas. Then he stepped to the tiller – ignoring the girl still crying and begging him – where he brought the craft around in the river's current and soon was heading downstream, the figure kneeling on the rock growing smaller, her entreaties becoming fainter until we rounded a gentle bend in the river's course and she could no longer be seen or heard.

“Por Dios!” Ignacio swore softly. “That was a good thump or two, planting my heated seed into her little garden of delight! Now if only these two pretty ones are as untouched as their lovely cousin was – my task is completed!”

He began softly humming one of the Spanish ditties and there was a note of homesickness in his voice. Considerately, I deferred luncheon out of respect to my host's sad mood.

Weeks later we were still on the billowing seas as the great ship plowed over the endless waves on its course toward Spain, there to deliver the cargo of twelve frightened, helpless virgins quartered below decks in a large compartment that was most comfortably furnished.

Once Ignacio had brought the last two girls aboard – still unconscious from the powerful drug slipped into their wine – and the woman-doctor had examined them carefully, confirming the virginity of each inert girl, the captain ordered the female crew into action and we departed upon the next tide.

Now that the voyage had settled down to a rather tedious, day after day, sameness and everything was going satisfactorily to the aged captain's experienced eye, he began sharing his wine and company with my host each evening.

“Here, have another glass, my boy!” The ruddy-faced old master generously refilled their goblets nearly to overflowing in his tipsy hospitality. “Even though we're out of that uncivilized chilly English weather and well into the humane warmth of a decent climate, we have yet hundreds of watery miles to traverse before sighting our native island! So drink up! The wine of home will lighten your heart and ease the ache in your balls!” He gabbled with laughter as Ignacio glanced up, sexual tension starkly reflected in his dark eyes. “Oh, yes, I was young once! I know the hunger that gathers in a young man's loins at sea – after weeks of enforced celibacy! And I definitely recall the damnable agony of wanting a woman's warmth and wetness when there was only my calloused sailorman's fist to fuck!”

“Yes, old man, but you weren't at sea with an even dozen virgins stowed below!” Ignacio sounded sullen. “It's like starving with a feast of food stored in a nearby room!”

The captain nodded, an expression of sympathy on his weathered face. “I know, my boy, I know. Well, thanks be to the wisdom of God, I'm beyond that craving now and no longer bothered by the presence or the absence of cunt. But I appreciate your fitful condition. Why don't you tumble with a few of the crew? Granted that they're hardly a desirable group of flabby old cows but cunt's cunt even on a shapeless unwashed sailor-woman!”

Ignacio shook his head. “Not on your hoary old beard, my captain! When you gave them shore-leave in London, they must have hoggishly opened their thick legs to every diseased degenerate on the waterfront because several of them have already begun showing the juicy running sores of the sex-pox – and I would sooner jam my one and only prick into a shark's toothy maw than stick it into their hairy nests of pestilence!”