by Robert Lyon
Monica threw Francesco down. Francesco pulled at her hair to force her to accept the roll over placing him on top. But Monica fought it, rolling her hips and bouncing violently on Francesco’s chest. As Francesco became more aroused the bouncing caused him pain, he would need to subdue her and service her soon. He
grunted with a ‘uhhn gawd, uhhon gaa’ as Monica dominated him. He released her hair and grabbed her breasts, she cried out shocked by the pleasure it gave her, her eyes and mouth opened wide with the same degree of shock she would have expressed had he done it without warning in the middle of a shopping mall surrounded by strangers.
Meanwhile Michelle rolled her hips and buried my tongue in her ass, as Athena rocked back and forth on my lap. Tammy pulled my hand to her breast, interlaced our fingers and squeezed her breast. Michelle rolled forward again and shifting her hips left to right as she pressed down hard on my face, gasped and then gasped again before she let out a moan that expressed every bit of what she was experiencing.
As she released her orgasm while rolling in a circular motion around my face she smiled and laughed at me as her juices poured over my face. Michelle glanced over at Tammy and she squeezed her breasts with my hand and tugged at her pants with her eyes rolled back in her head. Michelle ordered me to suck right at her thigh joints where the tendons contour the leg, one then the other. Then she grabbed Tammy and pulled her to my face.
Tammy’s expression was vacant of any conscious thought; she was driven entirely by her lust. Michelle avoided eye contact but helped tammy remove her pants, and once they were off
Tammy positioned herself so as to force her clitoris into my mouth as she convulsed and shuttered with ecstasy. Her scent was strangely sweet and made my mouth water, she created a thirst in me I didn’t think I could quench.
Mike Elper was over with the militants and after serving as the authority figure of ‘referee’ in their football game he wanted to assert his superior knowledge level. So, he revealed the
secrets of two famous ship sinking’s to start a debate about the loss of their destroyer, the Paul F Foster. Mike said, “…well, the freeboard requirement had changed, the ship was overloaded with taconite. The crew had seen water that high in the bilges before but it was now enough to overload the ship, exceeding their displacement buoyancy and they sunk. Which reminds me of the other big one…their rudder was smaller than other ships of the age. They saw the ice burg; they sped up, and turned hard to port. But, with that rudder speeding up prevented the ship from turning. It was like putting an oar behind the Queen Mary and expecting it to turn the ship. All I am saying is don’t let experience work against you. Think…every time.” And with that Mike shrugged his shoulders and threw up his hands before he walked away as an accomplished sailor.
The ship lay at the bottom of the ocean, the cold dark rolling through her hull and dusting her decks with sea slim mud. Fish swam through her as her new crew, and her mission parameters had changed to artificial coral reef. Not one sailor laid with her, all had manage their escape though many died of salt water poisoning days after reaching dry land. Her bell on the bridge yearned to be rung again even if just for a general quarters drill. The wheel waited tarnishing and the hull awaited rust. The crew that had sailed her lost her to the depths and now
Neptune had claimed his prize.
The Woodenpeg’s construction would be successful even if every sailor died in the attempt, it was just the way of a sailor to refuse to surrender wanderlust to being trapped.
I was drained and didn’t awaken until the next morning.
Michael had the rope loom working and the mounts held and functioned. With that triumph the rope for the crane was being
produced and the ships construction would resume once the wooden ‘X’s were in place to support the ship.
Mitch was running the boilers and Tommi was ready to fish, so I joined her. The whistling of the flying fish still had not stopped, the seas were fertile and our sundial’s almanac ring would reflect that.
Mike stood at the judges table flipping over Dominos confident with himself giving a smile like a used car salesman to the group he had been talking to. The militants sat in awe of
Mikes ludicrous sense of importance and rather than quell the geekdom Branson called the idle hands to task. He had them repairing the boiler, using clay from the tree line, and their fishing crew stayed out most of the day. That left Hudlow’s delirious followers and a lot of people making sand castles to mark where they had defecated.
When I stood up I noticed the rigorous public sex I just had had further damaged my clothing. I considered it a very good thing that the work of running the rope loom had been passed over to more task oriented individuals. I needed to be free to start making some clothing. The sheets for the cabanas were as sheer as we could intentionally make them and yet were still fairly heavy simple pants or a sarong shouldn’t be that hard.
That turned out to be the focus of my day, a vest, a sarong, and Capri pants. It was basically a burlap material I was using but deriving dyes from plants was something I had to do. Just a little stain so I didn’t look like I was wearing a brown paper bag.
The wood workers were focused on having the parts ready for the ship and they had refined their work to being nearly thought free, they just droned away at their tasks.
As the day closed I had made a sarong, kilt, or skirt, with tie straps inside to tie around the knee. I stained it with the
leeches red and the grass and leaves green. The upper trim I used some yellow flowers on but it didn’t hold in the fibers well and I would have to refine a dying process to maintain it. I couldn’t help but to feel like I had made a school girls dress
Megan strolled by playing one of Athena’s ocarina, she had a good melody going. She stopped and said, “Rob, you really should just start wearing that now, your coverall are pretty much dead.” So, I striped of what was left of the clothing I had and put on the kilt. The band across the top was long enough to tie the ends together like a built in belt. The strips of cloth with in the kilt were like streamers on the sails and I tied them around my thighs. I had been wearing pajama bottoms as underwear in my coverall for over a year and they had sustained more wear than the outer garment. I stood there in my kilt, only woven as tight as the burlap bags our rags used to come in, cinched at the top but hanging loosely and the streamers inside tight on my thigh.
The vest hadn’t even been started yet, so I had a unique look about me. Dave Miles walked up and paced around me then stood in front of me and asked, “Seriously?” then brushed at my chest as if to brush away sand, but actually trying to get my nipples hard and said, “I’m going to need those too.” and he walked out to gather more plant fibers. Tammy glanced over and said, “If you need your toe nails painted let me know.” I replied,
“Ha..ha… I needed something quick that didn’t take too much materials.” Athena rushed up and said, “Here…here’s something you can wear.” and she tossed her panties at me. I took a sniff and watched her turn red, she reached out for them and I said, “Tastes good.” She withdrew her hand and glanced back as she quickly walked away she giggled with a smile and noticed I had that fevered look so she broke into a run and hid for a while.
Michael was nearby and he commented, “Whatever works, but I’m gonna’ need some shoes.” We both glanced at Tim and
Tim had already started making himself one. He looked back out us sheepishly and asked, “What?” I replied, “Leather dude, how are we doing on that?” Tim replied as he worked, “Still trying to herd them, but I’ll make sure we save the hide for leather.”
Michelle was in the cabana and strolled out in a sultry manner, she interjected, “I’m wood working now not hunter but we found their burrow…” Tim replied, “I’m a hunter but also a ship builder.” Megan blurted out, “Damn carpet baggers!” and laughed.
Michelle added, “They have several burrows right up against a rock face cliff wall. Looks like our pen idea got a lot
simpler.” We all headed over there with everything we thought we’d need including our drums. We positioned ourselves and started digging in, at the first sight of a snout we started the drumbeat and yipped like American Indians. We figured all we need to do was to keep throwing food near the burrow entrance and pin them in. They would likely feed only at night, but we needed to take one soon and it shouldn’t be an alpha or mAtrisiarch. We used some of the line from the first pass through the rope loom for snares. And avoided the first one we snared after boxing them in, which would likely be an alpha or mAtrisiarch and we didn’t know which would be vital, but the third one out we snared and figured it looked like a fair kill. The mountain watch would have to become a pen watch and the boar could not be driven from their nests of burrows without us struggling to find them again.
We knew the fresh meat and the recent advent of the rope loom would drive the productivity on ship construction through
the roof and we were preparing our materials to support a dead run of labor.
Once that boar had been smoked and roasted, the crane was complete and moving the ship was our focus and cause for celebration.
Tammy danced the Macarena for everyone’s amusement and laughed and giggled. She enjoyed her new more flirtatious persona as did we all. Athena tweeted out melodies on her ocarina. And the men and I modeled our new island made clothing in a run way fashion show with Michelle and Tommi as the announcers.
Then the feast was served. Triple rations of bread, full fish meal and even a hand full of leeches. Tammy gave a benediction to the meal, “Oh he who hath landed us here, in your wisdom, and hath brought forth a feast. Please grant us one day of peace.
Give us this day a ration of bread that we may sleep without food in our heads. gracias amen.”
We sung a cadence as our heaviest gauge ropes pulled tight all along and a crossed our Egyptian style crane and our ties on the ship. Michael called out, “Heave ho, heave ho, as we lift the ship. Yoh ho, yoh ho, as we slack our line to lower.” and all line tenders called the appropriate response, “Heave, heave, ho” As
Gabriel pulled away he cried out, “Is that really the best you can do?” and he changed our cadence to, “One two lift! One two lift!” a more professional call made us feel as though we’d been a little silly but we had learned ‘fun’ preserves sanity.
The drilling of holes for the pegs that would fasten the ribs to the keel was now a matter of an awkward contortion. Tim and
Gabriel looked like circus clowns trying to position themselves under the ship to drill the holes with gnarled up locker and car keys. Just seeing them under there we made sure the crane
maintained a significant load. We would alternate the load to swing the ship closer to the water after we had smoked the hull from the outside if not also the inside.
After the first few days the use of tree sap as glue made it not unusual to see sea shells stuck to foreheads. Michelle decided the sock hats she’d decided we would need were needed now and finished that project quickly. So there I stood with a stocking cap, a vest, and a kilt all of stained burlap, I felt like a gnome in a dress with a glandular problem. But the fashion show helped the women smiled and teased, then reassured us whatever kind of men we were, we were their men.
Athena helped me bend over under the keel to show me where to apply the tree sap. She nuzzled in close and with a grasp on one of my ankles she grasped my wrist and guided me as though I were blind. I would have felt that odd, but she whispered instructions in my ear and was breathing heavily which made me tingle all over. She whispered on the back of my neck, “You’re doing good and no one will look up your skirt so long as I am here.” I didn’t react as I would have expected, her whispers were comforting and her breath made me feel pleasantly numb and the back of my neck tingled. Athena repositioned me then passed me some warmed tree sap on a ceramic shard and again instructed me with a whisper, “A little over here… I need to reposition you so I can pull you out if it falls. But you need to spread your legs widely honey, don’t worry it’s me behind you.” Then she moved her hand from my ankle to my ass and slid her hand down to the edge of my kilt and reached up along my thigh and pulled that leg toward her.
The softness of her touch aroused me and that was her goal, a little private mockery and teasing, because now I was in a skirt.
She kissed the back of my ear softly with a hush and slid her hand further up my kilt. She whispered, “Turnabout is fair play, you’re hard and now you’re going to understand.” The she penetrated my anus with her finger and giggled. I was frozen in shock my body all a shudder, I couldn’t speak or even think.
Random utterances hushed from my mouth. She noticed my condition and whisper, “I won’t tell, but you’re going to let me do this.” She slide around behind me and with her finger still inserted she used her other hand to stroke me. We didn’t have any privacy; she was pulling a female power play. With a facial gesture to the other women she signaled for them to keep the men occupied and distracted from us. To push them into accepting we needed privacy while simultaneously inviting them to attend to any need I might have for attention. Michelle came over and lifted at my neck with her knee by kneeling in front of me and to my right. She pulled back my hair and held me firmly in place. Michelle angled herself so that her elbow was pressing in the center of my back causing my back to arch, then put a couple of her fingers in my mouth and said, “Were going to put something else in your mouth soon.
With that the overwhelming sexual tension broke and I got angry, I tried to pull away but Michelle pulled my hair yanking me back into place. Then said clearly to Athena, “He’s close.”
Athena quickened her stroking motions and again I was over whelmed. They both kept ordering me, “Now…now, or everyone sees.” The tension was back and near its peak, then
Michelle pushed deep into my mouth gaging me briefly and I released. Athena called out excitedly, “Robert came. Look everyone! Robert came” Tammy and Tommi stepped around to see me from behind. They inspected me as though it were a wound. The men stepped around the work of the ship to see
what they were joking about and once they saw my predicament they darted away.
Athena smacked my ass and said, “Hey, go be the governor.” So with trembling legs and a deep sense of shame and humility I walked back to the rocky area where I had built the rope loom and was still trying to derive better tools.
The girls had observed how we were making the holes and made a drill bit from cement. It was my folly that I had only considered the keys, ceramic, and glass. As they took over the attachment of the ribs the progress increased drastically.
Once all the ribs were in place we planned the night’s party, I was planning to make some Capri pants to replace my kinky sex skirt. There would be dancing and singing, some more of the boar we had taken, and now that the girls considered me put in place and under their guidance it was time for a theatrical story telling theater.
I decided to stick with the form I had used on the ship and integrate training objectives. My tale was to be of how the
Woodenpeg sailed back to California.
I said in a dramatic panamime like pose, “The ship had been set upon the water using our crane, without a soul aboard except that spirit of the ship, using our crane which we named goliath. It…she, sat there upon the sea awaiting her crew at anchor. They would walked down a pier made of logs lashed together, in a precession march, all ceremonious and dutiful. Her captain appointed by the senate and all trained for navigation in the most ancient of ways, tried and true.
Their maps derived from our navigational circle that had been used as a sundial and farmer’s almanac helped them determine the location of the island as a navigational zero. Like the earliest of sailors they struck out upon uncharted waters to
distant locations for untold riches. The riches in this case was life in America again. Rush hour traffic, taxes, not having reservations and being turned away, expensive clothing, and…television, m
ovies, book stores, public parks with children, shopping malls, and grocery stores.”
Athena interjected, “And bars!!!” and laughed. I continued,
“And bars. She awaited her crew chosen by those available deciding who was most ready and fit. Her stores were full of a three month supply of rations as a journey by sail was a horrendous under taking.” and then Mitch did a slow drum roll.
I continued, “As the crew walked down the pier, those that would stay behind sung songs of home like where the streets have no name by U2. The crew proud of the task and the responsibility they lay before them strut with pride down a wet pier, in uniforms made here on the island. As the sheets were raise to catch the wind, the beaches cheered for them, our hero’s.
Her Captain at the bow and her crew at the stern she charged over the horizon to our home. Upon the seas she afforded her crew a fair fate but favored none. Should any of her crew lose respect for her or for the sea they would surely be lost to the briny abyss.
As night fell the captain and the navigator independently took celestial navigation measurements with the sextant made here upon her birth place, charting a course nearly two thousand miles northeast.
The rations were carefully monitored by the Cookson, who cooked not much more than water making it fresh but was prepared to cook fish in the mini-still’s fire box should the ship’s fishnets be called for because of low rations. The water barrels maintained a sufficient supply but in the event of a storm their course could run long.” Athena leaned forward and glanced
at Michelle. Michelle looked back the scratched her nose as she looked at Tim. Tim and Michael sitting near each other looked stunned. There was more to the Woodenpeg then they had envisioned. Tammy used the ocarina to start a low soft melody as if to bring the story into a lullaby.