by Chloe Gillis
“Me? You want me to look at your leg?”
“If you would, yes. I want to see whether it is bleeding or whether it is only an abrasion.” She backed closer to him, raising her skirt and bending forward slightly.
“I see nothing,” said the captain. “Where do you feel the pain?”
“Up further. Get closer. Feel free to raise my dress, Captain. You are the captain and the law on this ship. I put myself in your hands.” She glanced back over her shoulder.
The captain stood motionless for an instant, then bent forward, his long nose close to her leg. He raised his hand and tentatively touched her thigh. “Does that hurt?”
“No, not at all,” remarked Clarissa.
“How about this?” Captain Larsson ran his finger up her thigh, just under the hem of her skirt.
“No, nothing.”
“And this?” His hand was up under her skirt at the top of her thigh.
“Oh, Captain. Why, why that feels rather good, I must say,” purred Clarissa. She took a step backward and his hand slipped between her legs. He withdrew it immediately. Clarissa laughed. “I understand completely if you need to examine me more closely, Captain. Please, it would relieve me to know I was not injured.”
Clarissa leaned forward, bracing herself with her hands on her knees. “I am ready,” she announced. She glanced back and saw that he had succumbed. The pale blue eyes had clouded over and he was licking his lips. Slowly, he raised her skirt and exposed her buttocks. With his big hands, he stroked both of her thighs, working from just above her knees to just brushing the lips of her pouting cunt.
“Spread your legs,” he said huskily.
Clarissa stood wider. The captain slipped a hand between her legs and squeezed her cunt. “Everything appears as it should be,” he said. “However, sometimes there can be damage done inside. I must check.”
“Oh, please do. I want you to be thorough,” gasped Clarissa, giving in to her carnal desires.
“It is best to be sure,” agreed Captain Larsson. He spread the lips of Clarissa’s cunt, stroking them. At last, he found her clit and pinched it between his roaming forefinger and thumb. Clarissa groaned.
“Is there pain?” he asked.
“No. None at all.”
“I am not done. There is more to examine.” So saying, he slipped a finger into her wet cunt, turning it round and round, reaching as far inside as he could. “At sea, we do not see women for months sometimes,” he muttered. “I must get a better look. Stand up.”
Reluctantly, because her throbbing cunt craved the attention, Clarissa stood up, his finger still deep in her. He gave a couple of thrusts and withdrew it. Opening a box mounted on the wall, he took out some blankets and said, “Follow me out onto the deck. There is room to lie down there and I can complete my examination.”
Clarissa followed him, waiting while he made a makeshift mat with the blankets. He motioned to her, and she lay down on her back. He knelt beside her and unbuttoned her middy blouse.
“I had crushed you against the door. I must examine your breasts for bruising and tenderness.” With that, he opened her blouse, freeing her naked bosom.
A deep breath escaped him. He squeezed her breasts in his hands, pulling at her nipples. At last, he bent down and sucked them.
Clarissa gasped, “Oh, Captain! Oh, my! How do you find them?”
“I find them alert and delectable. Perfectly normal. Now I must go below.” Clarissa heard him chuckle at his own remark.
“Spread your legs,” he said, and when Clarissa did, the captain opened the lips of her cunt and flicked her clit with his tongue. Clarissa’s back arched. The captain began to lap her cunt and to sink his tongue into her as far as it would go. Clarissa wriggled. He put a finger into her again, fucking her slowly with it, then another finger, and another. With his other hand, he rubbed her cunt until she thought it might catch fire. She cried out as her climax broke over her, twitching and rolling.
“Ahh,” he said. “The proper response! I pronounce you unharmed by your fall.”
Clarissa lay heaving on the blanket. When she had caught her breath, she sat up, facing the kneeling Captain Larsson. “Now, may I examine you?” she asked coyly. “I would like to make sure you are not injured. Please, take off your trousers.”
Captain Larsson needed no urging. He peeled off his trousers, freeing a magnificent cock, standing at attention amongst a forest of gingery curls. Clarissa leaned in and placed a tender kiss on the red tip, then rimmed the shaft with her tongue. Captain Larsson moaned aloud.
Clarissa took the shaft in both her hands, squeezing and rubbing it until it reached an amazing degree of hardness. Though she longed to impale herself on it, she felt she owed the captain a good time. Who knew when a woman last held his cock in her mouth?
Clarissa sucked and licked. Captain Larsson cradled her head in his hands and gently fucked her mouth. Clarissa relaxed her throat and took the whole shaft. With her hands, she fondled his balls. Then, reaching a curious finger between his buttocks, she traced his arse, playing and poking at the opening while she sucked his cock. His ball sack grew tight and Clarissa did not want him to come in her mouth. She needed to ride that cock!
Drawing away, she lay back, spreading her legs wide to give him access, but instead of entering her in that position, he sat down, his cock standing rigidly upright. Grasping her firmly by the hips, he brought her down on the object of her attention with not a little force. Clarissa felt pierced to her core, and she cried out in ecstasy.
Clarissa was prepared for short duration, due to the fact that Captain Larsson might not have had a good fuck in some time, but he proved her wrong. He kept up the vigorous thrusting and pumping for what seemed like forever. He was very strong and turned her in all sorts of contortions, stabbing into her with his cock as far as it would go, lapping her periodically to keep her moist. Clarissa was transported as, almost violently, another climax hit her.
Still the captain pounded away with a nearly unbearable intensity. Suddenly he pulled out and taking her by the arm, bent her over the railing. Standing behind her, he buried his cock into her once again, resuming his actions with renewed lustiness. Clarissa felt his tight stomach banging into her bottom, his cock deep within her. At last, when Clarissa thought she could no longer stand but would fall over the side, he let out a roar and gripped her about the waist. They crashed down upon the blanket, locked together, his cock pulsating within her.
Captain Larsson began to laugh. It was a strangled sound, as though he wasn’t used to laughing, but as he laughed, it became stronger, and jollier. Clarissa found herself laughing as well.
“I must say, Captain, you have quite done me in!”
“Well, you may have eighteen hours to recuperate, for I shall need to examine you again! I feel my strength returning! It has been quite a long time, but you are a very decent port in a storm!”
After that, the voyage was much more interesting and she was almost sad when at last, in the early evening hours of what had been a lovely day at sea bidding the captain a rigorous good-bye, Clarissa’s ship docked at a surprisingly modern port city on an island unknown to Clarissa.
The deckhand, who had also done double duty as a steward, informed Clarissa that he would be unloading her travel trunk on the dock and that word had been sent to the island of her planned destination. However, he said, in a strange accent Clarissa did not recognize, she would be well advised to book a room in the hotel, since her transport would probably not arrive until morning.
Although her heartbreak resurfaced at the knowledge that she was again on her own, Clarissa remained unfazed. She disembarked and booked a room in the hotel as the steward had suggested. She found it hard to care, but she did notice that the hotel was quite a bit more luxurious than she had anticipated. She ate a fine dinner and retired.
At dawn, she was awakened by a knock at the door. “Miss must rise. Outrigger is waiting. Miss must rise!”
“I will be rea
dy immediately,” called Clarissa through the door. “And I will need somebody to transport my travel trunk.”
Twenty minutes later, Clarissa walked down to the docks, followed by two sturdy boys hoisting her travel trunk between them. Four tall islanders stood on the dock above a large outrigger canoe. They were bronze of skin, very handsome, and dressed only in colorful cloths that swathed their loins. Their black hair swept back from their smiling faces and was plaited with colorful seashells. One of the men approached her, smiling. He bowed to her and handed her an envelope. It was a note from Eleanora, assuring her these men would take good care of her.
“You come. You come now,” said the bronze man, holding out his hand.
The dalliance with Captain Larsson had only been Clarissa’s attempt at a salve for her wounded spirit, but, at the thought of joining Eleanora on her island, she smiled to herself. For the first time since she had confronted the interloper in Adam’s office, Clarissa felt her spirits rise. She took the man’s hand. He immediately pulled her to him, took hold of her round the waist, and lifted her down to the next man standing in the outrigger. The second man laughed at her.
“You need eat more,” he said jovially. He set her down gently on the floor of the outrigger. Then, more quickly than Clarissa could comprehend, the men had taken their places, plied their oars, and set the outrigger for the open sea.
It was a rigorous journey. At times, Clarissa was unable to see beyond the next swell, but the men were not only resolute, they were happy. They smiled and talked to her in their native tongue, which was a lovely sing-song language that Clarissa found quite reassuring.
Three hours later, Clarissa could make out the far-off landscape of an island. When at last the men drove the outrigger through the surf and up onto the white sands of the beach, Clarissa felt hopeful. There was a crowd gathered to meet her, and front and center was Eleanora, waving madly beside a stout red-haired woman who must be Margaret. She ran to Clarissa, clasping her in her arms.
“Oh, my friend! My dear friend! I am positively ecstatic!” Eleanora stepped back and all the women from the crowd approached her shyly, placing leis of fragrant tropical flowers around her neck. By the time all the leis were bestowed, Clarissa was heady from the scent.
And now, at last, Clarissa felt the tears. She began to weep and wept uncontrollably. The women swarmed around her, patting her, murmuring tenderly. Eleanora led her gently off the beach to the village. Margaret was on her other side.
“There, there, dear,” whispered Margaret. And Eleanora said over and over again, “The cad! The wretched cad!”
Clarissa was ushered lovingly through a village of longhouses shaded by coconut palms and all manner of tropical foliage. Eleanora and Margaret guided her into one of the longhouses and laid her down in a most comfortable hammock.
“There, there,” said Eleanora. “Sleep, my dear. You are overwrought now, but in this place, not for long! Let the island breezes lull you to sleep. We will return with food.”
For a week, the women of the island nursed Clarissa tenderly. She was cloistered in the longhouse, only coming out to go for therapeutic walks on the beach with Eleanora and Margaret. Clarissa found Margaret to be jolly indeed and an effective antithesis to Eleanora, who, while very dear to Clarissa, could tend to be a trifle clinical and over-analytical. It was at Margaret’s urging that Clarissa talked through her whole ordeal. There were more tears, but they came less frequently. The daily food was refreshing and clean tasting, mostly fruit and fish.
At last, Clarissa began to feel well enough to join the community. She helped prepare meals, look after children, and dig shellfish. Her complexion began to get very brown, and Eleanora teased her that, but for her blond hair, she should look like a native!
It was at this juncture that Clarissa was to be presented with her sarong. It was a beautiful piece of clothing, tangerine colored with bright yellow sunbursts woven throughout. One of the young women had shown Clarissa the garment and Eleanora had explained.
“This evening, you will be bathed, cleansed of sorrows. In front of all the women of the village, you will don your sarong and become one of us. It is then you will meet Kono, the chieftain of this island and husband to Margaret, Moya, Tika, and Pi. Now, Clarissa, there is the distinct possibility Kono may wish to welcome you in the traditional way. Are you ready for it?”
Clarissa smiled. It was nearly her old smile. “Why not!” she said.
The day was exciting. The women ran hither and thither, preparing a great feast. The men brought in huge batches of fish and shellfish and seaweed. Others decanted the coconut alcohol into large coconut vessels and prepared the fire pits where the fish would be wrapped in seaweed and steamed along with mango and papaya and all manner of different and exotic fruits.
As the day drew to a close, the women took Clarissa to a secret freshwater pond. Here she was stripped of her Western clothing, which had dwindled since her arrival to a khaki skirt and white shirt. She was thoroughly washed with a fragrant soapy substance, and her hair, which had grown considerably in the six weeks since she had left England, was brushed out until it was shiny and full around her face.
“You are indeed a beautiful young woman,” remarked Margaret, patting Clarissa on her behind. “Quite delectable. I would not be surprised to see my husband grow hard!”
Eleanora laughed and said to Clarissa, “You must remember these people live an open life, free with all their emotions and urges. It makes life quite exciting!”
Margaret was speaking to Moya and pointing to Clarissa. Moya was laughing and she circled the naked Clarissa, looking at her carefully. She ran her hands down Clarissa’s chest and pulled at her nipples. Everybody laughed.
“They like the way you look,” whispered Eleanora. “Although they think you could put on a few pounds!”
Finally, they dressed Clarissa in her beautiful sarong, and singing a light hearted tune, they escorted her back to the village.
The feast was wonderful. Clarissa was guest of honor. She sat between Eleanora and Tika, festooned with flowers and drinking her coconut liquor out of a hollowed out shell. At last the evening began to wane. Clarissa was feeling a bit dizzy, but very cheerful. The crowd began to thin. Many of the men walked up to Kono and spoke in their native tongue, which was followed by guffaws of laughter. A pleasant little shiver went up Clarissa’s spine.
Suddenly Kono stood and walked away.
“Where is he going?” whispered Clarissa to Eleanora.
Eleanora winked. “Do not trouble yourself. He will show up when he is most needed!”
“Will he fuck me?”
“Shhh.”
The four wives and Eleanora rose. Eleanora took Clarissa by the hand and followed the wives into the longhouse.
Eleanora led her to a thick mat of ti leaves that had been prepared in the middle of the floor. “I will now remove your sarong.” Eleanora gently peeled the garment from Clarissa, and she stood naked. Tika approached bearing a coconut shell of warm oil. Margaret was the first one to dip her hands into the bowl. She scooped up some of the oil and began to rub Clarissa down.
“Relax and enjoy the sensation,” instructed Margaret pleasantly. “We would have honored you sooner, but for your delicate constitution at your time of arrival.” Expertly, she rubbed lightly around Clarissa’s nipples. “Ah, I see you are responsive.” She playfully pinched each nipple. Clarissa could not help but smile. All the wives joined in, rubbing the warm oil over every part of her.
At last Eleanora said, “You may lie down, on your back, please, on the mat.”
Clarissa did as Eleanora instructed.
“Now open your legs.”
Clarissa spread her legs.
“A little wider, please, dear.” When Clarissa complied, Eleanora knelt down between Clarissa’s legs and spread the lips of her cunt. All the women leaned in for a close look, murmuring approvingly.
“A lovely little twat, dear,” said Margaret. “May I?” And wit
hout waiting for an answer, Margaret reached down and pulled at Clarissa’s clit. Clarissa let a groan escape her as she threw herself into the experience. Margaret chuckled and slipped a finger into Clarissa. The other wives giggled.
Tika said, in English, “We must make her feel the wave.”
“Yes,” said Margaret, “we must.”
Eleanora explained. “They want to make you come. Are you willing?”
“Please,” gasped Clarissa. Margaret was finger fucking her. Clarissa began to writhe. Eleanora sat at Clarissa’s head. Reaching under her arms, she pulled Clarissa onto her lap in a half sitting position.
The quiet girl Pi, who was the newest wife, stepped up and Margaret withdrew her finger. Pi looked at Clarissa and wiggled her tongue. Eleanora reached around Clarissa’s shoulders to pinch and pull her nipples. Margaret, Mayo, and Tika began to massage her as Pi bent forward. Clarissa felt the flick of Pi’s tongue on her clit. She groaned aloud again. Pi spread the lips of Clarissa’s cunt and began to lap her. She licked slowly, dragging her tongue in long laps from Clarissa’s tight arse sphincter, all the way up to the tip of her rigid clit. Somebody’s hands were squeezing her buttocks, and there were fingers in her cunt as well. Pi intensified her caresses, changing the long, slow laps for quick, hard licking, burying her tongue as deeply into Clarissa’s twat as she could. The fingers worked harder in her cunt. Clarissa began to thrust her hips, and Eleanora pulled at her nipples. Pi began to suck on Clarissa’s clit until Clarissa thought she would burst with the pent up urges she had carried for so long.
At last, her climax broke over her. She screamed out. The women held her as she jerked and twisted with the power of it. Finally, she lay quietly, breathing softly, satiated.
“It’s not over, my dear,” said Margaret. Clarissa, still leaning against Eleanora, opened her eyes. Kono was standing before her, completely naked.
“I will fuck with you now,” he said. As Eleanora had described in her letter, Margaret stepped forward and took Kono’s large cock in her hands. She squeezed and massaged it, holding it out as Moya stepped forward, bringing it to life with sucks and licks. Kono’s cock was the longest, thickest cock Clarissa had ever seen. He smiled broadly as he approached her.