Date: Fri, 22 Jun 2012 08:06:34 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Francis. Part Six.

    This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
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     Part Six

     Two days later we arrived in Bombay. My letter to Donald and the
postcard to Archie were duly put in the post box for sending back home. We
had docked in the early hours of the morning and Diane and I were up early
determined to go ashore to see the city. We had breakfast and were just
about to go ashore when we bumped into Clement and the Second Engineer who
were also about to go too.

     They suggested that we made it a foursome to which we readily agreed,
so with my arm linked with Clement's, Diane took the arm of Stephen
Wilshaw, that being the Second Engineer's name, we set off to explore
Bombay.

     What a filthy, dirty city it was. Full of dust, dirt, flies and
beggars. I don't know which was the most prolific; the flies or the
beggars. The flies constantly buzzed round your head and face, while the
beggars touched your hands and clawed at your dress.

     And cripples! I'd never seen so many! Men and boys on crutches, babies
being without an arm or a leg or encrusted with sores that were infested by
crawling flies being cradled in the arm of some wrinkled old crone. All
stood, sat or crawled with a hand outstretched, asking for whatever in a
language that we couldn't understand. Then there were the little ragged
urchins that were constantly in attendance, all with dirty faces that held
huge pleading brown eyes, asking for a penny.

     When Clement threw a few coppers to the ground, it was comical but
sad, to see them race to where they landed and scrabble and fight to pick
them up. It only released the crowd of them from us for a minute or so
before we were once again surrounded as we kept on walking.

     Eventually, Clement and Stephen had had enough and even the stall
holders, when we stopped to look at their wares, couldn't keep them away
from us. A passing gharry was hailed and we got in with some relief. A
gharry is a horse drawn open carriage that was used as a taxi. With a crack
of the whip, which scattered the waifs, also set the horse into motion to
wheel us away from the little pests. I nestled against Clement and we
smiled at each other as Diane and Stephen seemed to be hitting it off
together.

     We drove round the dusty, dirty city, being shown all the places of
interest, especially the macabre Tower of Silence. Here, we were told,
because of their religious beliefs, some Indians laid out their dead
inside. Their faith told them that the earth, fire and water were sacred,
so that they couldn't defile any of these by using them to dispose of
anyone recently departed. So they were brought here, to be laid out on
gratings high up inside the tower, open to the sky. Here they were left for
the carrion birds to eat the flesh until there were only bones left, which
in time, fell through the gratings to join the many other bones lying
beneath.

     `Would you like to go inside and see?' the toothless driver of the
gharry grinned at us. Both Diane and I shuddered and vehemently said we
would not. I don't think Clement or Stephen wanted to go in either.

     We then went and passed the Governor's Residence and saw the changing
of the guard which is completely different of that which takes place in
London. It was hot and dusty and we were rather thirsty and hungry, so we
paid off our `taxi' and had lunch in the Union Jack Club, a watering
hole for British residents that were living in Bombay.

     I really took to the gin sling I was served. Tall, ice cold and so
very refreshing, so much so, that I had another two during lunch. The main,
and I think, only topic of the club was the forth coming Independence of
India. I was glad that neither Clement nor Stephen were drawn into the
arguments that spoke for and against this coming event. I could only see
the difference between the opulence of this building and the people inside
and compare it to that which we saw earlier, the hovels, ragged children
and cripples.

     I was a little glad when it was time to leave, and a white suited
Indian servant, turban and all, raised a gloved hand and a gharry came up
and took us back to the ship. It was good to be back where the class
difference was not such a wide gulf as I had seen that day in Bombay.

     It was still early afternoon, but both the men still had their watch
duties to perform even though we were still in port. Once clear of the
gangway and inside the ship and away from the eyes of the other two,
Clement took me into his arms. We kissed as he held me close up to him so
that I could feel his hardness.

     `Nine o'clock in the bar,' he whispered into my ear, and broke away
as Diane and Stephen came round the corner. I could see that she had been
kissed as well.

     `Nine o'clock then,' said Stephen, and I turned round, but realised
that the remark was directed at Diane. I giggled at her as we were left
alone.

     `You too? Nine o'clock, in the bar?'

     `Yes, dreamy isn't it,' she crooned, her eyes half closed as she
said it.

     `Wake up and let's have a shower. I feel so dirty after all that
dust out there.' Diane agreed, and we went below and showered before
resting on our bunks in the humid heat of India. We still needed another
shower before getting dressed for dinner. I took the precaution of using
some of that cream on myself before we left. With the meal over, we went up
to the bar and had a drink and waited till nine o'clock. The two men came
in laughing together and I think it was because they'd both had the same
thought earlier for this evening. They sat down either side of us and I
felt Clement's hand stroke my bottom as he perched on his stool.

     Stephen ordered some drinks and refill's for us, and we talked of the
trip round Bombay and what we all thought of it. Then, somewhat self
consciously, Diane slipped off her stool at the same time as Stephen, and
they said goodnight to us and went off out of the lounge.

     Clement and I smiled at each other as we did the same. The officers
quarters were deserted, and we were soon in his cabin, kissing and
undressing each other, completely this time. Then we were in bed, still
kissing and stroking each other, both with an erection. I let him make love
to me, putting some cream to me as I rose up on my knees. It was a smooth
entry and didn't hurt me at all, and it was nice to feel his heat and
hardness inside me again. I loved him for creating that warmth, the feeling
of being wanted as he slowly moved in and out, giving small sweet sighs as
he held my body tight up to his as he paused before going on again. Then
the swelling inside as he came was a balm to the slight soreness within. I
moved back and ground my arse against his thighs as he pumped out the dregs
of his coming.

     He withdrew but I stayed in the same position, knees on the covers
with my arse in the air, waiting for him to wipe me clean, and then settled
down after he had done so. I rolled over onto my back as he got on the bunk
beside me and kissed my nipples before kissing my lips. I took his hand and
placed it on my erection and he got the message and moved down the bed and
took me into his mouth. He gently tongued and sucked me, fondly rolling my
balls in his hand till I arched my hips and came. He then moved up the bed
and we shared the come that he had held in his mouth, each swallowing half
and then licking each other's lips afterwards.

     It was just after eleven when, fully dressed, I slipped out of his
cabin and made my way down below to mine. I beat Diane by a few minutes
before she quietly came in. I poured us both a drink and then she told me
all that they had done.

     `We'd laughed at the way we'd all made the same arrangements as he
took me to his cabin. Then we kissed and he kissed me all the way down as
he took my clothes off. Each tit had a nibble on the way down and he even
opened me up to stick his tongue inside me before he'd even got his own
clothes off. I sucked on him when I got down that far and then we had it on
the floor as I was begging for it so much. Then we got onto the bed and
went into the sixty nine position until I got him up again. Then we did it
again, on the bed this time, oh it was wonderful.' We'd got undressed by
the time she had finished, and with a goodnight kiss, we were soon in our
bunks. In the dark, I then had to tell her of my evening with Clement, but
you know what happened there.

                                                           *

     The ship left Bombay in the early hours of the morning and was well
out to sea by dawn. Then a few days later, we were due to cross the
equator. The children had their crossing of the line ceremony in the
morning, whilst the adults had theirs in the afternoon. It was my day to be
Queen of the Seas again. The children loved having their faces covered in
foam and being shaved by the big razor and then covered in goo before being
hurled into the swimming pool. There wasn't much difference in the
afternoon either, with the adults, the females especially, screaming like
the children when covered the same way and thrown into the water.

     David had made the same good announcement as on the previous voyage,
and dressed in my seashell bra and festooned panties, I'd been loudly
cheered and applauded as I took my seat on the throne alongside King
Neptune. I saw Carlo give me a wave from the upper deck, though Vito, his
shadow didn't, and I waved back to him and to the crowd gathered round the
pool.

     It was a happy day for everybody, and after the ceremonies were over,
I lay groaning on Diane's bunk while she applied some soothing lotion to my
back where I'd got burnt by the sun. I'd forgotten to put any on before we
started, and I was now paying the penalty for this remission.

     We had to make a joke of it during the show that evening to explain
why I kept wincing and constantly adjusting the straps of my dress. David
also went on to point out the dangers of not being protected by the lotions
that were available in the ship's shop at a very small cost. With the
advertising over, we carried on with the show.

                                                           *

     The next evening, during our break, the Purser came over to us and had
a drink with us, which he himself signed for.

     `That was a good thing you did last night,' he said. `Do you
know that the shop's sales of sun tan lotion went up today by over three
hundred per cent. Every other passenger who went in, bought a bottle. It
was a brilliant idea! Now here's a list I made up of items that we need to
sell. See if you can somehow get it across to them that they need to buy
them. Well done, you're doing a grand job!'

     We had to wait till he was out of earshot before we could start to
laugh.

     `Bloody cheek of the man!' said David, very indignant. `I expect
he'll want us to wear sandwich board things next. We're entertainers, not
advertisers for bloody products they can't sell.' But David came round to
it when he found out that we would get some commission on these sales. How
they would work it out, I didn't even bother trying to think, or really
care.

                                                           *

     It was two days later that I saw Carlo on deck, Vito too I might add,
leaning against the rail, looking out to sea. Well he had to be as there
was nothing else out there to see, except the sea. I went and stood next to
him.

     `Hello Francis my sweet. How are you? Is the sunburn better?'

     `Much better thank you. I don't see you out much.'

     `I don't like crowds. I'd rather just be with a pretty thing like
you,' he smiled as he put his arm round my waist. `Did the cream work?
Did it help?'

     `Yes thank you. It took about two days for me to shrink back to
size.'

     `I've said I'm sorry,' he repeated, giving my waist a squeeze.

     `It wasn't your fault. It was mine. I could have said no, but I
wanted it, and I got it, and...and,' I trailed off lamely.

     `And what?' he asked softly in my ear, his breath warm as it moved
through my hair.

     `And I...I ...wouldn't say no again either,' I said as softly as
he had spoken.

     `Like now?' his hand tightening at my waist.

     `Yes please Carlo, now.'

     He took my hand and we walked the short distance along the deck and
through the door into the passageway that led to his suite. This time I
undressed completely and soon had his clothes off too to see his erection,
as big as last time, sway before me.

     As I've said earlier, the phallus is my totem, and I knelt down before
it and took his thick member in my hands and kissed it, taking the love
juice off the end with my tongue, savouring the honey sweet taste of it.

     I took as much of it into my mouth as I could, nearly choking myself
in the process, sucking and licking him and even rubbing it around my
face. All this was to psyche myself up, to prepare myself for when he would
enter me again. I let go of him and looked up at him towering above me, his
ponderous tool slowly waving itself across my vision.

     `Will you do it now Carlo, here, on the floor?' I asked in a hoarse
voice. I closed my eyes as I turned onto my knees, moving a little across
the carpet so that I could grip the feet of the chair there before me. I
heard him moving about and almost flinched as I felt the cream being
applied to my backside. He moved in between my legs and I felt it bump
against my left buttock before the head came to rest at the crease of my
cheeks. Then with one hand on my hip, he pushed forward and pushed again as
the head of his cock split me as it entered me. I gave out a great choking
cry, but kept the scream down at the pain as he widened the entrance and
then it was in.

     The heat flared inside me immediately, but eased as he slowly slid it
further along my canal. I gripped that chair hard as he pushed till he
could go no further. The throb of it beat like a hammer inside me, sending
out all kinds of signals to every nerve in my body. Tingle is not the right
word for what I felt, but more like flicks of electricity as he moved in
and out of me. Stretching and remoulding me to fit tighter than a glove
around him with every inch that he moved.

     I slobbered again at the agony and thrill, the inner excitement that
he gave as he fucked me. I knew it wasn't love with him, it was just a need
for him as it was for me. I gritted my teeth and loved every thrust he made
as he went faster and I could feel him swell bigger and bigger until he
jerked me tight to him as he came. I was now drooling as I came too,
sending my stream to the carpet as he hit my insides with some force,
quelling the raging storm like a fire fighter.

     I cried when he pulled out, leaving a vacuum that both nature and I
abhor. My head was still down on the carpet, crying when he'd finished
washing and then wiped and creamed my behind. He knelt down and lifted me
so that my cheek lay against his naked thigh. Through my tears I could see
that he was still large between his legs.

     `Did I hurt you my sweet,' he said with concern in his voice, his
hand stroking away the tears from my cheek.

     `No,' I sobbed, `it's that I feel so empty when you pull out.'
He had no answer to this, and could only hold me and stroke my hair till I
calmed down a bit. He then lifted me up and laid me on the settee and sat
down beside me.

     I was confused emotionally as I sat up and held him tight, kissing
whatever part of his body I could find. I loved him, Clement and Donald all
at the same time. What I didn't know then, and didn't realise till several
years later, was that the only person I loved was myself. I wanted to be
pleasured for my own gratification.

     Big, small, fat or thin, as long as it was erect, I wanted that cock
inside me. The colour was of no consequence as long as it was feeding the
hunger that was inside me. Maybe that was why I loved to dress and act as a
woman. To get men interested enough for them to want to fuck me, even when
they found out I wasn't what they thought I was in the first place. When in
private, it didn't matter to most men what gender I was. A hole is a hole
is a hole, as they say, and when faced with it, didn't hesitate to use
it. But that kind of insight didn't come to me for some years yet. There is
a name for a person of my proclivity, but I felt that I had a right to be
and act as I felt, and didn't need any doctors or therapists to try and
tell me otherwise.

     But I have digressed. I was in the arms of Carlo, there on the settee,
being kissed and doing the same back. Whether it was his virility or my
ardent desire for him, he soon had another erection sticking up, huge and
large between his thighs. This time, I got the cream, and smearing over the
head of his rampant cock as well as applying it to myself, mounted him.

     We'd moved back to the floor where he lay flat on his back and I got
him to hold it upright as I positioned my bum above it. I paused as the
head touched me there, and taking a deep breath, sank straight down on
it. The pain flared through my body as the head came in and I screamed, but
the cream eased the passage and I sank right down onto his thighs. I
thought I was going to choke on it, as it seemed as if he was coming right
up through my stomach and into my throat.

     There I was on my knees astride his body, my legs from my knees down
were flat on the floor alongside his legs with my bum resting on his
thighs, and I was fully impaled on his shaft. I knew my head was thrown
back and from a side angle it would have looked as if I expected it to come
out of my mouth, which was wide open with a silent scream. The base of his
cock must have had the circumference of at least six inches, and that was
as wide as my arsehole was with him in there.

     I had to pause and gather my breath and fight the pain that I had
brought upon, or should I say, within my own body. I couldn't move for
several minutes with that stake stuck up inside me, the head beating a
furious tattoo at its imprisonment. Then with great determination I used
the muscles of my thighs to lift me up and I could feel, with great
intensity, his shaft sliding inside me, scraping the sides as I moved. Up I
lifted myself till I felt the base of his cock head reach my inner muscle
before pausing again, my ring now down to about four and a half inches,
before dropping down again to be expanded to six plus inches once more. The
delight and thrill overrode the pain as I increased my tempo, using his
wonderful thick tool to literally fuck myself. I tried to control my own
erection which was bouncing on his lower stomach every time I landed, my
balls getting mashed every time.

     This time I came first, it spurting out in short bursts every time I
came down. He could see it coming out in these gasps, and I think it turned
him on even more, because he then held my hips and helped me ride him. His
cock seemed to swell even larger than before, and his own hips started to
buck and rise up to meet my body descending on his. He kept slamming into
me as he came in a myriad of colours, or so my mind told me, as he came and
came inside me.

     My own ejaculation was at an ebb, and I was exhausted and barely
managed to keep myself upright as he slowly finished his bucking. My head
drooped down to my sweat covered chest and such was his still hard
erection, I couldn't fall forward onto his body. I just seemed to sag
there, half hanging over him, and it was with an almost slow motion replay,
that as his own body started to relax, did my body start to move
forward. As his erection began to subside, I too began to slowly fall
forward until our sweat covered bodies met. I felt his arms go round me and
I could also feel his heart beat against my chest, but it wasn't as loud as
the beating pulse that was still up inside me.

     I lay there on his chest like a dead thing, and he had to ease my body
up so that his length could slip out of me. I know I whimpered as it came
free, but I was, as some people loosely refer to as being completely
fucked. I was like a rag doll, broken and loose limbed as he rolled me off
to just flop out on the carpet. I felt, because my eyes were closed, him
get up and heard running water for awhile as he must have been washing
himself before he rolled me over and washed me before using a towel.

     I knew what he was doing but I just could not do a thing to help. It
wasn't until he'd laid me down on the settee again and lifted my head and
poured a large gin and tonic down my throat that I really began to
revive. I'd been fucked senseless! I would hear this phrase in later years,
and think that these people who used this expression had never really
experienced such a traumatic feeling.

     I found out later that Carlo had really got worried at my almost
comatose state. I didn't know it, but it had been Vito who had washed me
and lifted me onto the settee and fed me the gin and tonic. Between them,
they got me dressed and by then I was starting to come round. Another gin
and tonic perked me up enough to take control of myself, which relieved
Carlo, and he insisted that he escort me to my cabin.

     Diane was very surprised to see me being escorted by two passengers to
the door and stammered her thanks and took me inside. There, she got me
onto her bunk and fed me with some concocted drink of her own
devising. Within a few minutes, I was coherent enough to be able to hold a
conversation. The only thing that made sense to her, was that I said you
shouldn't tackle with tackle that was twice the size of tackle that you'd
previously tackled, which I think would have made the book of quotations
for sexual excessiveness.

     But I was brought back to life enough to be able to shower and change
and get made up for the night's show. I never did find out what kind of
drink she'd mixed up and gave to me on her bunk.

     A note was passed to me the next day, asking me to meet Carlo in the
lounge. I duly went and met him at the bar.

     `Francis dear, my sweet,' he said, taking my hand. `I was so
worried about you last night, and yet you did the show.' He'd put up a
finger to the barman and two drinks appeared. `I think we went a bit too
far yesterday afternoon. How are you feeling now?' There was genuine
concern in his voice.

     `Fine thank you Carlo,' I said, sipping my drink. `It was my
fault again. I literally got carried away again. I was too greedy for
you. For what..., well, you know what I'm greedy for. Diane gave me a dose
of something that soon put me back together, though I am still quite sore,'
I said with a rueful grin, `but it's one that I don't mind.'

     `I don't like to see you hurt,' he said, putting his hand on
mine. `You have made this voyage a pleasure for me. So as a token for
what you have given me and the respect that I have for you, I would like
you to accept this gift.' He gave me a little box and urged me to open
it. Inside was a brooch that was in the shape of a leopard. It appeared to
be of a black onyx with little diamantes set at random into the stone. It
was like a negative of a real leopard, the white stones taking the place of
the black spots and the black onyx being the hide.

     `Oh Carlo, it's beautiful, but I cannot accept such a gift,' I
said, pushing the box back towards him, hoping that he would refuse to take
it back.

     `No my darling, it's for you, and I always want you to wear it. Let
me tell you why.' He finished his drink and ordered another, for me
too. `There are quite a few people who wear one of these brooches, some
of them are men. It is a symbol and a recognition sign that the wearer is a
friend of the Leopardi family and also under their protection. It can open
doors that might otherwise be closed, and when it is recognised, you will
be treated as one of the family accordingly. So please wear it for my sake
and always think kindly of me when you see it sparkle in the mirror.' I
blushed and thanked him and let him pin it to my dress.

     `There is also one other thing. Here is a telephone number,' and he
passed over a slip of paper. `If ever you need help, of any kind
anywhere in the world, just give the telephone operator that number. It's
always manned and whatever you say is safe. They are trusted people. All
you have to say is, "Francis for Carlo", and give your message to
whoever answers. Now if you are in danger, and I mean a life or death
situation, you repeat my name twice. "Francis for Carlo,
Carlo". Again, answer fully the questions asked, because if you are in a
death threatening position, it is vital for that person to know the facts
to put other people on alert. It's not to be used idly because a lot of
people would be set upon the task to try and help you. Do you clearly
understand this Francis dear?'

     `Yes Carlo, but you make it sound as if I am in trouble.'

     `Dearest Francis, in this life, nothing is certain. I hope you
never have to use it, but it's better to know that someone, somewhere will
be trying to help you if you need it. Now when you've memorised that
number, destroy the paper.'

     `You make it sound so melodramatic,' I laughed, a little bit of a
shaky one it was too. He also laughed and patted my hand.

     `Now my little darling, do you think we can see each other one more
time before Melbourne?'

     `Of course, if you want me again,' I let my hand slip down to his
crotch and gave him a rub, `because I certainly will want you again. But
why Melbourne, I thought you were going on to Sydney?'

     `Well it depends on what I hear in Melbourne, so rather than miss
having you again...' He left the sentence unfinished as his hand covered
mine at his crotch and rubbed it against himself as he smiled. He finished
his drink and slipped off the stool and gave me a kiss on the cheek before
leaving the lounge with Vito in tow.

     `That's a lovely brooch he gave you,' the barman said.

     `Yes it is, isn't it?' I replied, looking at it sparkle in the
reflection of the mirror behind the bar.

     `Would you like another drink?' he asked.

     `Why not?' I laughed, `it's not every day a girl gets a present
like this.'

     Diane drooled over it when she saw it back in the cabin. I didn't see
any reason to tell her what Carlo had said in respect of it. I just let her
be jealous of it.

     `I wish I could find someone to give me something like that.'

     `Maybe Stephen will give you the golden rivet,' I laughed.

     `He's already given me that,' as she too laughed.

     It's a saying in the navy, that when a ship is completed in the
shipyards, the final rivet to be used in the construction, is a golden
one. It's supposed to be found somewhere down in the lowest depths of the
ship. What it really means is that a green horn is taken down below to look
for it. While he is bending to look for it, the man shoves his cock up the
seeker's arse, and that is when he knows that he has found the golden
rivet.

                                                           *

     In due course, we arrived at that big mud pile that separates the
Indian Ocean from that of the Pacific, Australia. Perth is the state
capitol of Western Australia, and Fremantle is its port, and only
that. It's busy in its own right as a city, but has nothing to really
attract visitors. The port handles nearly all the exports from the western
half of Australia, the main product being wool.

      A few of the passengers left us here, but as usual, most were going
on to Melbourne and Sydney. I just couldn't wait for the ship to cross the
Australian Bight, a notorious stretch of water that can sometimes have the
worst seas throughout the world. Then on that passage to Melbourne, I could
open my passage to Carlo, and on our second day from Fremantle, I did.

     Then for the fourth time I went through the pain and ecstasy of having
his massive organ inside me. There on his bed, bent over with him riding me
from behind was like a heaven for me. The shock waves as he powered me to
my orgasm and to feel his whole being vibrate and pulse as he came inside
me was wonderful. I still held this inside glow as he held me in his arms
afterwards, kissing and stroking me. I didn't want to try him again and
have the same result happen to me as the last time I did it twice, I
decided to take him the other way.

     I stroked him, my hand riding that skin up and down his shaft till he
was as hard and thick as it was going to get before I bent down between his
legs and took him in my mouth. I managed to get his foreskin back so that
all I had was the big blood purple coloured head to salivate over and
suck. I used both hands to massage and jerk him off so that I had a flood
of semen filling my mouth and throat, some escaping between my lips and his
shaft. I kept squeezing that hot rod of flesh as he came, swallowing what I
could and then licking all round to catch the drops that had run down the
sides of his almost red raw meat.

     Then to top it off, he took me in his hand and jerked me off, catching
my seed in the palm of his hand till I finished, and then smeared this on
top of his cock for me to suck and clean again. So I finished up having the
taste of both of us in my mouth.

     Then when I was fully dressed, we kissed for the last time and it was
a happy girl that tripped her way back down below. He and Vito did get off
in Melbourne. Clement didn't, so I had one night with him before we arrived
in Sydney.

                                                           *

     We'd just finished our last show of the outward voyage to a tremendous
ovation and David had quickly wiped off his make-up and disappeared. Diane
also was hurrying to get out as she was going off to Stephen's cabin again,
where she went quite often now. I had been with Clement the night before,
and he had to stand-by on this last night at sea, as we would be
approaching the heads later that night.

     Diane finally left saying that I shouldn't wait up for her as she went
off leaving me alone in the dressing room. Then I thought of George, that's
the wine waiter, and I had finally got his name. He'd been giving me
mooning looks ever since Bombay, so I thought, why not! I opened the door
and looked out, and he must having been eyeing the door for a long time
now, because he saw me immediately and came over.

     `Is it a drink, or...?' he left off the end piece. I grinned at
him.

    `Can you manage both?' I asked.

     `Certainly Miss Francis,' he said, his face beaming as he turned
away to go get my drink.

     I was only in my chair for a minute before he knocked on the door and
came in with my drink on his tray and a big smile on his face. I could also
see that he was ready too, that large bulge at the front of his trousers.

     `Can you put that chair up against the door knob,' I asked, which
he did after putting down his tray. `Come over and stand here,' I
indicated a space between the dressing table and myself. It was safe in
there now with the chair keeping the door from being opened from the
outside. He came and stood in front of me so that he could lean his
backside against the table.

     `Have you been waiting long for this?' I asked as I undid his
buttons.

     `Yes,' he answered, putting his hands back on the table to steady
himself.

     `So have I,' I said, pulling his thick erection out of his
trousers. `So has this fellow I think.' It was pulsating and jumping in
my hand. I teased the end of it with my finger, making it twitch and
jerk. He gave a grin as he looked at me licking my lips. `I want you to
help me this time George. When you're ready to let go, hold my head and you
can do the moving, okay?' He nodded, so I leaned forward from my chair and
took him into my mouth. He gave a little gasp as the heat from my mouth
took the heat of his cock head. It was as solid as a rock but I had room to
move, unlike that with Carlo.

     I moved my head back and forwards on him, the shaft moving beneath the
skin as I held him firm. It could only have been half a minute before he
started to tremble and his hands came up to hold my head between them. I
took a firmer grip at the base of his cock as he started to move. He held
my head tight as he began jerking his hips towards me, driving into my
mouth as far as my hand would allow. It's called a face fuck when you let a
man hold your head and do the jerking. The head of his cock began to swell
even bigger in my mouth, and I kept my lips tight around him as he started
to come. He kept pumping away as his semen jetted out into me and I had
enough room inside to hold it there till he finished before swallowing
it. His hands fell away to a big sigh so that I could then continue my own
head movements to suck the remaining juice from the eye of his cock before
letting him go and licking the outer head when he was free.

     `How was that?' I asked, still licking my lips.

     `Just great Miss Francis, just great!' he replied, putting his half
limp penis away.

     `Same terms for the return trip?' I asked, picking up my drink.

     `You bet,' he said with a grin, taking up his tray and going to the
door. He moved the chair back, and with a grin, left the dressing
room. Another satisfied customer, I thought as I removed the excess make-up
off my face. I re-touched myself up before putting out the light and
leaving the room myself.

     It was well past midnight as I slowly undressed and swung myself up to
my bunk. I wasn't tired and I still had to finish off my letter to Donald
to be posted in Sydney in the morning. Finished and signing it with a kiss,
I folded it and put it in the envelope, sealing the flap and put it on my
ditty box for the morning. A ditty box, by the way, is a small box with one
shelf inside and usually with a small shelf to the side. It's fixed to the
bulkhead of one's bunk for holding small items like cough mixture, pens or
whatever you might need during the night.

     I got under the covers and lay back, suddenly feeling very lonely,
wishing I was back home, or rather in the vicarage in bed with Donald's
arms around me. But then I brightened a little, for the next day was his
birthday, and I hoped that Mr Truell had remembered to get what I had asked
for Donald's birthday. I also hoped that it would be delivered on time and
that he would like what I had ordered. It would be the first one of its
kind in the village, one of those new things called a television. I lay
there wishing that I could be there to see his face when it arrived, and
with these happy thoughts, I fell asleep.

                                                           *

     It was nice to see the bridge again, but it was a little bit colder
now, it being their winter, though the sun was still quite warm. We berthed
again at Pyrmont, to be welcomed by as large a crowd as last time, and
hoped that I would get more time to see the city of Sydney instead of only
George Street.

     It wasn't long before the ship was empty of passengers, and it is an
eerie feeling to walk about a ship just after they have left. I think it's
also due to the fact that the ship's engines are silent too, that adds to
the feeling that you are on the Marie Celeste. The ship that was found
under full sail, half eaten meals on the tables, but not a soul on board.

     I gave a shiver and went and sought out Diane in our cabin. She had
collected the mail and I had one from Donald. I hurriedly tore it open and
avidly read, more than once, all the news he had to give. Which really in a
small village isn't much, but he was able to fill two whole pages where I
had to struggle to write just one.

     He'd opened a bank account for me in Sydney, but cautioned me not to
spend it all, but to be prudent, (just like him, I thought), as it would
not be topped up for another three months. (Spoilsport). The good news he
had, which nearly filled a whole page, was that Mr Truell had agreed to the
village hall idea and it had all been set in motion. I checked the date of
the letter and saw that construction was due to begin in a few days time,
and should be ready, he went on to say, before I got home. They would put
off the opening ceremony till I was there and it was for me to have the
honour. Cock of the walk was how I felt at that.

     I couldn't tell Diane my news straight away because she was still
reading her letters, so I made us a drink instead. When she finished
reading her mail, I went on to tell about the hall in an oblique way. I
asked her if we would be doing the same thing on our leave as last time,
that being that we rehearse at my place prior to re-joining the ship. Yes,
she was in agreement, but we'd have to talk to David before it could be
set. Then I went on to tell her about the hall, leaving out the fact that I
really owned it, but said that I was to open it and it would be a great
boost if we were to do our final rehearsal there for its opening.

     `That's a terrific idea,' Diane gushed. `I'm sure that David
would go along with that.' When approached later, he was as enthusiastic
about it as we were, so that was settled very nicely. There were hiccups to
come in this respect, but we managed to overcome them.

     Apart from a few purchases to be made and the odd costume to be
repaired, we had a whole week to enjoy Sydney, and we made the most of
it. We were wined and dined by Clement and Stephen nearly every night. In
port, the deck officers take it in turns to being duty officer as they did
not keep a sea watch. So Clement only had to do two nights for that week,
and the engineer officers were only on duty till five p.m.

     There was one incident ashore that was amusing to the others, but gave
me food for thought, because I knew what it was all about. Diane and I were
dolled up as usual for the evening, and Stephen, whose turn it was to
choose our dinner venue, had decided on an Italian restaurant that had been
recommended to him.

     A taxi was summoned, Pyrmont being quite a hike from the city centre,
so you nearly always had to call for a taxi. We piled in and Stephen gave
the name of the place, and off we went. We hadn't booked, and the place
looked very nice, good inside and was about half full. We were shown to a
table for four where we sat down. Nibbles of some sort were put on the
table and it was left to the men to order our food and drinks. The wine
came and was opened and poured. We'd only just started to drink and talk,
when this little man, who was obviously the owner, walked past our
table. He suddenly stopped and whirled about to look at us. Well at me to
be specific.

     Then he went off like a firecracker. He was shouting out in Italian of
which none of us could understand. Waiters came running from all over the
restaurant to stand in a line before him. He didn't seem to stop shouting
at them in a loud voice. One of the waiters stepped forward, the one who
had showed us to the table, and to our astonishment, was soundly boxed
round the ears, nearly felling him.

     The little man's hands were waving about and all the waiters started
scurrying about. Our wine bottle and glasses were snatched away and we each
had a waiter standing behind each chair, waiting for us to stand up. The
manager, or owner was wringing his hands and, with little bows, was
profusely apologetic to us, his arm outstretched, pointing to a table that
looked to be in the most prominent part of the room.

     He took my hand and kissed it, voluble in his obeisance's to me, and
then I twigged it. I had managed to catch the words friend and leopard. I
touched the brooch with my finger and he nodded his head so much I feared
it might fall off. I don't think the other's saw my gesture as they were
being happily escorted to what was the best table of the house.

     Fresh bottles of wine were served when we were seated and champagne
was popped and poured, and indicated that it was on the house. The three of
them chattered about this change of good fortune, and having seen my hand
kissed, suggested that I must be the millionth person to enter the
restaurant for us to be treated this way. I knew better, and kept my mouth
shut.

     I idly stroked the brooch as I reflected on what Carlo had told me
about it. It was a sign that I was a member of the Leopardi family and
would be respected and treated as such wherever it was recognised. So here,
far from Italy and in a restaurant picked at random, the Leopardi family
were loved, or feared. I trembled at the thought that it might be the
latter. I shook off the nagging doubts that were starting to creep into my
head and joined in the fun of the evening. The food was of the highest
quality and plenty of it, and it just kept coming as well as the wine.

     It had only meant to be a meal and then off to somewhere else, but
they pressed us to stay and enjoy ourselves, and we even had musicians play
for us. It was a memorable evening for all of us. When it finally came time
for us to leave, the little man waved away the bill and wouldn't let us
pay, but I said quietly to Stephen that he should still leave a very
healthy tip instead.

     This was seen and I think that I had read the situation
correctly. Clement and Stephen had their hands shook, whilst Diane and I
had our hand kissed several times before we got outside.

     `What a place Stephen,' Clement roared in the taxi taking us back,
half sloshed, to the ship. `We'll let you do all the recommending of
eating places from now on. It was magnificent, don't you agree girls?' We
both wholeheartedly did so, me with an inner smile.

     The taxi dropped us off at the bottom of the gangway and was paid
off. We were a giggling quartet that made our way on board and up to the
officer's deck, and as the two men's cabins were on opposite sides of the
ship, we said our goodnights at the top of the companionway. There we
parted, Stephen and Diane going one way, Clement and I in another, arm in
arm till we got inside his cabin.

     We held and kissed each other as soon as we were inside and was
becoming our first act in there alone together. He poured out two drinks
before we got down to the serious stuff of the evening. This too was
becoming a ritual, the undressing of each other, though tonight he wanted
me to keep on my suspender belt and stockings. So it was only shoes, dress
and bra that I had left for him to take off. Then, when undressed, we would
hold each other to let our cocks become reacquainted as they were squashed
between our bodies as we kissed again before climbing onto his bunk.

     As we rolled together, I pulled him on top of me so that I could be
the woman beneath him. His weight was heavy, but I liked it as he first
kissed me and then sucked my tongue.

     `Suck me first and then make love to me like this,' I whispered
when my tongue was free. So he kissed my neck and throat before moving down
to my nipples on which he used his teeth to gently chew and make them stand
up. Then down he continued till he held me in his hand and slowly rubbed it
against his cheek before putting it in his mouth.

     He sucked and squeezed as he slowly jerked me off, the drink slowing
me down and I was able to enjoy his mouth pulling at me till I could hold
on no longer and came. His lips held me tight as my hips helped to push my
cock as deep as I could into his throat, and then sank back as the last
drops were jerked out of me. He swallowed and licked me till I was clean
before he slowly crept up the bed to lie once more on top of me. But it was
only for a moment.

     `I'm ready whenever you are darling,' I said, smiling up at him.

     `I've been ready since the restaurant,' he replied, his voice tight
as he rolled off to get some cream. I transferred the pillows from under my
head and placed them under my hips. As he got onto the bunk again, I raised
my legs high and wide for him to get between them. He parted my cheeks and
anointed my entrance with the cream that was on the head of his erection. I
put my heels over his shoulders as he grasped my upper thighs and pulled me
onto him. The cream made for an easy entry as he slipped in, pulling me
tighter till his thighs met my cheeks and he was fully inside me. There I
felt the lovely throb and pulsing beat of his heart and I smiled up at him.

     `I love you,' I mouthed as he started his slow movement in and out
of me, drawing that tool along my insides till the head started to open me
up, and then plunging forward again. The walls of my canal rippling like
waves on the shore till our torso's met again. He was like the pendulum of
a clock, swinging backwards and forwards, though for us it was in and
out. I had the fantasy of being a cox in a boat calling out the stroke, in,
out, in, out. Harder, harder, put your back into it.

     `Harder, harder,' I heard myself calling out, hearing the voice of
the cox in my head. `Speed it up,' the cox was calling, watching eight
strong men heave on their oars every time they dipped into the
water. Clement's oar was in my water and I was urging him on.

     `Heave,' I cried, as he started to ram into me faster, the sweat
starting to break out on his forehead as I moved my hips down towards
him. Urging him to dip his oar further into the water to get more bite, as
I started to really sweat, the perspiration popping out and running down my
chest. The rippling waves of delight were flowing through my body as he
stepped up the beat. I could see his jaw was clenched as he pounded his
thighs against me, his tool searing a path along my river of lust and then
he flung back his head to howl. His body going rigid and now it was time. I
locked my toes behind his head and reared my body up so that my lower body
was tighter than a drum against his as he began to come.

     It was like being on the end of a pneumatic drill, the way he came in
short staccato jerks. Short, sharp and fiercely thrilling as he peppered
the inner walls of me with the speed of a Gatling gun. The frowns and
strains flowed away from his face as the essence flowed from his body into
mine, and the muscles of his face relaxed and finished with a smile as the
last remnants of his coming were squeezed out by my inside muscle.

     `Stay there a moment, but keep moving,' I begged, and he did so,
moving slowly backwards and forwards inside me, though he had already
come. I was just savouring the pleasure of his cock soothing my insides as
I continued to squeeze his shaft.

     It was with some difficulty that I unlocked my toes from behind his
head. My toes being that much stronger now since I took to wearing high
heeled shoes. My legs then slid down his sides and he began to fall forward
onto my wet chest. But this movement caused him to slip out, causing me to
cry out at the sudden loss of warmth and feel the cold air rush in. But
then, in the interests of hygiene, he got off me and the bunk and went and
washed himself at the basin. In those days we never thought of using a
condom, though they were more commonly known as French letters then. A
condom was only used to prevent children, which didn't apply in my
case. Now, with the advance of Aids, a condom is an essential necessity to
performing nearly all sexual activity. I believe they say that one should
be used in the oral act, though to me, the whole essence of fellatio is to
be able to taste the person you are sucking as well as his seed. But that
is bye the bye.

     Clement returned with a wet cloth and wiped my rear for me and also
dried it. Then he got back onto the bunk and into my arms. I stayed all
night, and in the morning, in spite of having a mouth tasting of sour wine,
we had a repeat performance. It was only in Sydney that we could spend some
whole nights together in his bunk. A couple of times I even got around to
fucking him too, though I much preferred it when he sucked me.

                                                           *

     The week flew by and we were soon on stand-by to receive a new lot of
passengers for the homeward bound leg of our voyage. Diane and I, were
dressed in our best as hostesses again, as we answered the same questions
again. I was glad that we only did this routine once each way. It would
have driven me mad to do that day in and day out.

     I haven't, as I recall, told you about the farce that they call
lifeboat drill. The crew have to do this once a week, and it's pretty
routine for them, but the passengers have it only once, and that is at the
start of the voyage. Their cabin stewards show them where the lifejackets
are kept in the cabin and also point out to them where their lifeboat
station is on the boat deck. When they hear the lifeboat alarm, they are to
take their lifejackets and assemble where they've been told is their muster
station. Do they ever listen? Do they fuck!

     There is a tannoy announcement saying that that life boat drill we be
started within five minutes by the sounding of a constant ringing bell,
then they are to do as the steward has already told them. So when this
bloody great ringing of bells throughout the ship begins, what do they do?
Most of them try to find their way to the dining saloon thinking that's the
bell for a meal. Half go to the wrong deck and wait on the deck below the
lifeboats. Half of those who get to the right deck haven't brought their
lifejackets with them, and the other half are at the wrong muster station.

     I vowed that if ever there were an emergency, the first thing I would
grab would be my panties. I wouldn't want to jump off the side of the ship
and have my dress flare up to show the world what was actually underneath
it. The second would be my lifejacket, and the third would be to get in the
first boat away and say, fuck you Jack, I'm alright. That was my motto when
on seeing how easily passengers could get you drowned without any effort on
their part.

     With the drill out of the way, it was for Diane and me to take what
rest we could before the cocktail party started. Then came the time for our
shower, to powder ourselves and look as pretty as we could for the party. I
had by now, got the hang of walking and spending a lot of time in high
heels on a moving deck. I must also say that I was starting to develop very
strong calf muscles by wearing them, and that helped in my dancing.

                                                           *

     The ship was only just over half full, and there wasn't a decent
looking man amongst the lot of them. Diane had too made a swift appraisal
and came up with a big fat zero. Even so, it was still around midnight
before we could get away and go below. We had a drink in the cabin as we
undressed, discussed what were the chances of us scoring, but decided then
that there wasn't any. I swung up onto my bunk after saying goodnight and
lay there in the dark, waiting for sleep.

     `Are you still awake,' came a whisper from down below, a good
thirty minutes after the light had gone out.

     `Yes,' I replied, `can't you sleep either?'

     `No,' came the plaintive reply. `I feel so lonely.'

     `That's how I felt a short while ago,' I whispered back, thinking
of how I was when she was fucking Stephen and I was left alone here in the
cabin.

     `Francis?' in the same tone as before.

     `What?'

     `Would you come down and give me a cuddle?' I knew what that meant,
and I wasn't averse to the idea either. I reached out to get a hold of the
pipe and swung myself down to the deck. It was quite dark in the cabin with
just the smallest of light coming from the ill fitting door. But there was
just enough for me to see what I was doing. Diane already had the bed
covers lifted for me to quickly slip in beside her. She nestled up close to
me, her body warmer than mine as her arm came over to hold me.

     `This is nice,' she said, our heads touching on the pillow and own
faces within kissing distance. I shortened that by kissing her, and she
responded, her body turning towards mine as I did to her. Just a few kisses
and some tongue teasing, my body started to react.

     `Tell me, what's it really like, having sex the way you like it?'

     `No different than the way you do, except for one minor
difference.'

     `What's that difference?' she breathed.

     `You've got three places a man can put himself into you, I've only
got two,' I grinned to myself.

     `Oh. I never thought of that,' I bet you hadn't, I thought. `No,
but that wasn't what I really meant, if you know what I mean?'

     `I know Diane,' I said, stroking first her face and then her
shoulder. `I was only teasing you.' My hand then went under her arm and
began running it down her body to the waist and back up again.

     `The difference is in the mind, that's all it is.'

     `Well I don't understand.'

     `No, I didn't think you would until you've tried it. Even then, you
might not, because I don't think you'd get an orgasm.'

     `I don't always get an orgasm even when a man's doing it to me.'

     `Not physically being a woman, I can't tell you the difference
between front and rear penetration, only you can find that out. All I can
say is that I think you would get more feeling from the rear than the
front. The front is bigger and wider and has less grip. The rear entrance
is smaller, tighter, as the whole canal is. There is more flesh to grip a
man's tool as he slides in and out. Whether there is more sensation, that I
cannot answer.' As we'd been talking, my hand had been stroking her breast
before moving lower, and now my hand was down between her thighs which had
parted, giving easier access for my fingers to come into play.

     `As I said, only you could tell the difference. If it were Carlo
here instead of me. I would say no, because he would kill you with the
weapon he has. It nearly killed me, and I'm used to it. He's just too
big. But with the little pecker I've got, it wouldn't be painful at all.'

     `Are you trying to get me to do it your way?' she asked, pushing my
hand away from where it was just starting to arouse her.

     `Not at all darling,' I said, putting my hand back without any
resistance from her. `All I was saying is that my little dick won't do
you any harm if you were to try it both ways.'

     `It wouldn't hurt, would it?' she asked in a small voice.

     `Not if you let yourself relax. The muscle there, is very strong,
so you have to make yourself relax it, then it's just the same as from the
front.' My little cock was throbbing at the possible chance of it going
into two different places in a very short time. I gave her one of my best
kisses. `Why don't we give it a try?' You can always say stop.'

     `How would we do it?' still not saying yes or no.

     `Have you had sex in the doggie fashion? That is up on your knees
with the man behind you? It's the position I am mostly in when I have it.'

     `Yes, occasionally I've had it that way.' My fingers were now
working on her clitoris and she was beginning to move and also get very hot
down there.

     `Well that's the way we would do it. It's only about an inch
difference between one and the other.'

     `You're sure it won't hurt?' her thighs now squeezing my fingers as
they played her.

     `It would hurt less than losing your virginity. Then you would be
able to tell me what the difference is,' I said glibly, hoping that I was
right.

     `Okay,' her voice a little shaky, `I think I'm ready to try it.'
I quickly got off the bunk while she rolled over, and got the tube of cream
that Carlo had given me.

     `I'm just going to put a little cream there first, to help
later. It might be a bit cold,' I said as she rose to her knees with her
bum in the air. I got between her legs and put a blob to the circle of her
anus.'

     `Oooh,' she shivered, `it is cold.' I held her hip with one hand
as I guided my erection to the wet, hot lips of her vagina. I slid in quite
easily as I let go of myself to hold her hips properly.

     `That's nice,' she crooned as I slowly moved my cock in and out of
her opening. Her own juices lubricating the passage making it very wet
indeed and easy to ride.

     `Use your inside muscles to squeeze me as I'm moving,' I said, not
stopping. `Get to feel me as I go backwards and forwards.' I could then
feel her contracting her insides, but she still wasn't as tight as the anal
passage. `Squeeze and relax. Squeeze and relax, but you should know this
already. Now relax for a while as I keep moving.' I felt her do this, a
slight sagging of the body, it swaying gently to my pushing in and out. My
backward stroke getting longer each time, until the head of my cock was
getting to the stage of coming out altogether, until it did.

     It was just a matter of lifting myself slightly up on my knees as I
drove forward again, and I was smack in the middle of the cream and slid
straight up into her arse. She gave a little jump and I felt her body
quiver beneath me as I held the cheeks of her bum tight up against my
thighs.

     `There, I'm in,' I said, not moving, but just holding her steady,
letting my cock do some twitching inside her.

     `I hardly felt you go in,' her voice muffled from the pillow.

     `Can you feel the difference?'

     `No. Not yet, you're not moving.'

     `Okay, I'll start now.' So I began by moving myself slowly in and
out of her. I could feel her using her sphincter muscle as I started to
move faster. I knew I wouldn't be able to hang on long as I could feel my
sap starting to rise, so I went into a fucking mode. I held her tight as I
ground myself into her as I came, pumping in short sharp bursts till she
had all that I had to give. I leaned into her for a moment to get my breath
back.

     `I'm going to pull out now. Don't fight it, just relax and let go.'
I slowly pulled back, feeling her trying to hold me until I popped out with
a squelch that was caused by the cream.

     `Stay like that for a moment,' I said as I hopped off the bunk, and
running a flannel under the tap and first cleaning myself, rinsed it and
went back and gently wiped her arse for her. Then I gave her a light slap
on the cheeks and she slowly subsided down onto the bunk with a sigh. I
quickly got back in alongside her and put my arm across her back, but she
rolled to face me.

     `Well?' I asked.

     `Well what?' she countered.

     `You know damn well what I mean.'

     `Only teasing,' she said with a laugh, pressing her breasts up
against me. `It's different, and it didn't hurt. You caught me by
surprise, I wasn't quite ready.'

     `That was the whole point. You were relaxed, so it didn't hurt. If
you were to tighten that muscle down there, and it was to be forced. You
would definitely know that you were not just being fucked, but being raped
it would hurt so much. It's surprising how strong that muscle can be.'

     `I came the first time, did you know?' I had to admit that I hadn't
noticed. `But I didn't the second time, because it was different.'

     `I know it's bloody different,' I said, becoming exasperated with
her, `that's what I've been trying for you to find out, for I'm sure as
fuck I'm not going to find out myself, am I?'

     `Don't get so hot under the foreskin, Francis. It's different, yes,
I'll give you that. There is more inside grip from the front than there is
from the back, but you can feel more when it's from the back than you can
from the front. Did that make sense to you?'

     `Yes darling, it did. Now has that given you the answer to your
original question for which you brought me down from my bunk?'

     `I'm not sure,' she started, to which I gave a snort, and she
laughed, holding me tight, `but if we have a sleep now, maybe we can do
it again in the morning and then maybe I'll know for sure.'

     I couldn't help but laugh with her, so we kissed and still wrapped
tight around each other, we fell asleep. We didn't get to do it in the
morning because we both overslept. It had been after midnight when we had
got to our cabin, and then after fucking around for a couple of hours we
were pretty well bushed.

                                                           *

     We were a disgruntled pair, getting in each other's way as we first
had our shower, and then tried to do the same thing at the same time in
that small space. We eventually sorted ourselves out in getting dressed and
made up. It took a little coercion down in the galley, but we managed to
get an egg roll each which we ate as we went up through the decks to the
hairdresser's and had our coffee up there, and with a little persuasion,
got him to do our hair for us. The persuasion was a blow job in the little
locker he had up there. I cheated at the coin toss and made Diane go and
blow him.

     When we eventually got out of there, it was almost lunch time, so we
had a drink at the bar and went down for lunch. The afternoon was spent
rehearsing, which was quite exhausting, so it was a two hour nap
afterwards. Our entrance on the stage was to a good reception for our first
show of the return voyage and it went down very well indeed. In fact, they
all did, right up to the final night, which was a minor triumph in
itself. But that was still five weeks away as we performed nearly every
night.

                                                           *

     Melbourne came and went as did Fremantle. It was a poor turnout for
the crossing of the line ceremony, but it was still a good laugh for all
those concerned. I though Clement was avoiding me as I hadn't seen much of
him since we'd left Sydney. Then the day after crossing the line, he met me
in the bar at lunchtime and asked if I wanted to go to his cabin. It was
two and half weeks since we'd been together, and I needed it. It was great
to have him back inside me, churning me up and quelling the fire inside
that he'd created. Me lying face down flat on his bunk with him on top,
deeply embedded within me, riding me as I rode the blanket, coming over it
as he came inside me.

     We cleaned ourselves up and then lay in each other's arms. He was on
watch at four, so I could only stay till three thirty. He told me that a
new ship was almost finished in a Dutch shipyard and our Captain was going
to take command of it, and our Chief Officer was then going to command the
Indus. Sir Reginald had told Clement that if he could pass the exam for his
Masters ticket, he could be the next Chief Officer for the following
voyage. So, Clement told me, he would have to spend all his off watch
periods, cramming for this exam in London.

     I was pleased for him, and said so, but disappointed that he wouldn't
have any time spare for me. But just before it was time for me to leave, I
managed to raise him up enough to be able to go down on and suck him to a
good outcome.

     Diane wasn't having much luck with Stephen either, she told me as we
were doing our make-up for the show that night.

     `Do you know, the last orgasm I had was with you! All he seems to
want to do is jump on me, get his rocks off and that's it. Wham, bam, thank
you ma-am. I was down there the other night, when he nearly chokes me. I
coughed and took my mouth off him just as he was coming. It shot everywhere
and he went mad, calling me all kinds of names, you know. I slapped his
cock, hard, and told him to do it himself next time. We haven't spoken
since.'

     I told her gloomily that I was going to have to do without as well,
telling her what Clement had told me.

     `So it looks like it's just us two together ducky,' Diane said, as
we finished dressing and went out for the night's show.

     It was too. We had got down to our cabin after the show and relaxed
with a gin and tonic, slowly taking off make-up and getting undressed. Then
both of us in the buff, sitting on her bunk, finishing our drinks. I made
to kiss her goodnight, prior to swinging my way up to my bunk, when she
held me back and kissed me again.

     `Stay with me for awhile,' she said, and lay back and moved over to
make room for me. I don't think any man could've said no. Diane is five
foot nine tall and has breasts that stay firm when she's lying down. Her
waist is narrow, but slightly larger than mine is, and her pubics made a
neat triangle at the top of her thighs. Her legs are slim and taper to nice
shapely ankles, not bony like some women, and small feet. As I said, no man
could refuse her when she lay like that on the bunk.

     I cupped a breast and kissed the nipple, which responded immediately
and stood up hard and proud. Then she pulled me on top of her, kissing me
to which I gladly did back. Then her hands came to my shoulders and gently
pushed so I knew what she wanted me to do. I slid down her body, kissing
everything on the way down, while she opened her legs.

     With my fingers just slightly easing apart her lips, inserted my
tongue and let it run round the insides of her labia. Then slowly widening
her to let my tongue explore even more of the territory exposed. She
orgasmed before I even reached her clit, the juices seeping down for me to
suck. I could feel her legs trembling as she came, her upper torso was
moving about as I tongued her.

     `Francis, Francis,' I heard her muffled cry as her body shook,
`enough, enough.' As she pushed my head away and twisted her body to
raise herself onto her knees. `Fuck me now, I'm ready,' the pillow
muting her plea. I went up onto my knees and moved in and entered her
vagina, which was as wet as any Sunday back home. I could feel my pubic
hairs being matted with her juices as I moved in and out. I wondered, as I
was thrusting into her, if I could change venues without any cream. My cock
certainly had enough lubrication around it, but would it be enough I
thought. There was only one other way to find out. I used a finger to
gather some of her juices and stuck it in the other hole. She grunted as my
finger went in, but there wasn't any outcry, so I was now cock fucking her
as well as finger fucking her. It seemed to be moving in and out okay so I
used my other hand to get more juice up there before changing my position.

     Trying not to lose the beat, I grabbed my cock and quickly as I came
out of one hole, I plunged into the other orifice, pushing right in and
keeping the rhythm going. Other grunts and a little cry came from down
underneath me, but I was now in the right place, for me that it is. I rode
her until I came, shooting out my contribution to the whole exercise.

     `There is a difference,' she said, as I lay in her arms after
washing us both clean. `The rear end is more tighter and you can feel
more, but not as exciting as from the front. What I mean is that the sexual
fibres inside are stimulated more that leads up to an orgasm. I don't think
your way will catch on, with females I mean, and God help me if a man did
it with a cock much bigger than yours. No offence Francis, but I think you
know what I mean.'

     `I know exactly what you mean,' thinking of Carlo as I answered
her, `and no offence taken. My tackle couldn't compete with the big
boys.' We then lay there, fingering and touching each other till we fell
asleep.

     As the days passed and we didn't seem to be anywhere nearer home, my
frustrations were mounting. Clement wasn't available and I didn't want
David touching me. Only those two and Diane knew that I was not a girl in
the physical sense, and it was only Diane who seemed to understand that I
needed a man as much as any frustrated woman. I had a hunger deep within
me, a slow burning fire, an itch that I couldn't scratch. I masturbated
each night I wasn't having sex with Diane but that didn't stop the yearning
for the need to feel a hard male penis deep in my belly.

                                                           *

     Then one evening in the dressing room, I came up with a solution,
George! I had sucked him off three times on the voyage so far, but that is
not what I wanted. So I set about arranging the room to see if I could get
him to fuck me without revealing that I was a male. I got a chair under the
overhead light and fixed some draperies round it and then turned off the
mirror lights. Nearly dark enough, but not quite, so with a bit more
covering, it would do and I was satisfied. Diane had asked what was I doing
and I cryptically said that it was to get my end away. Diane was ready to
leave and go below and I asked her to get George to bring me a drink.

     `Not George?' she asked. `There might be repercussions if he
finds out,' and knowing what she thought, told her.

     `Why should there be? I can always scream rape.' Diane shook her
head doubtfully, but did as she was told. All the mirror lights were on, so
I turned them off except the one at my table, and the shaded overhead
light. There was the knock at the door, and George came in with my drink,
as usual, on his tray.

     `Fix the door please George,' I asked sweetly, still touching up my
face. He put the tray down and put the chair up under the door knob. He
turned round with an expectant smile on his face.

     `That's done Miss Francis.'

     `George, will you drop the Miss, at least in here when we are
alone. It's Francis, not Miss.'

     `Yes, er, Francis.'

     `George? Do you like me?' I asked in a coy voice.

     `Certainly M...er, Francis. Everybody likes you,' he stammered,
not sure where I was going with that question.

     `Like or love? They are two different words,' I said, taking a sip
of my drink from the tray.

     `They are both the same to me, er, Francis.' He was beginning to
look uncomfortable standing there, I could see that he already had an
erection expecting to be given some head.

     `Do you er, I don't quite know how to put this. I like you very
much George, after all, we do know each other quite intimately, don't we?'

     `Er, yes.'

     `You like me, er, what do you call it, giving you a blow job? Is
that the right expression?'

     `Er, yes Francis, I do, very much,' he said, blushing.

     `Well I like doing it to you. You have a nice weapon there, and I
was wondering if there was anything else I could do for you, like er, would
you like to fuck me?'

     `Oh yes please,' he breathed out, quite heavily, and I could see
the sweat break out on his forehead. `I've wanted to ever since I first
saw you.'

     `This would be just between you and me. No one is to know.'

     `I wouldn't breathe a word,' he said earnestly.

     `There is only one little problem. I don't want to get pregnant. I
would like...I wonder if you could do it the other way, if you know what I
mean. But if that's a problem, we drop the whole thing.'

     `No Francis. Whichever way you want it.' He had to undo the top
neck button he was sweating so much. I stood up and putting my hand up
under my skirt and pulling down the panties I had only just put on for this
show, and stepped out of them and put them on the dressing table.

     `Come closer then,' I said to him and began to undo the buttons of
his fly. Then I put my hand inside and pulled out his throbbing erection
and hefted it in my hand. `He's going to like this.' Then I dipped my
finger in the cream pot that I already had open ready, and smeared the top
of his cock. I then took another fingerful and stuck my hand up under my
skirt again and smeared around the target.

     `Are you ready?' I asked, and he nodded. I then turned off the
mirror light and there was just this glow from the overhead one for me to
see him and for him to see me. I turned round and with one foot on the
chair I bent over and flipped up the back of my skirt. I held the front of
my skirt tight to my groin, holding up my cock and balls so that they
couldn't be seen or felt.

     Holding onto the chair with one hand, I could just see my reflection
in the mirror. The whiteness of my thighs shone between the darkness of my
skirt and stocking tops. I could also see his white uniform and white
coated cock come near me and then he put his hand on my hip and I felt the
tip of his cock touch me.

     `Are you ready Francis?' he asked.

     `Yes George, fuck me please, now.'

     Then he pushed himself into me and I groaned in pleasure as he pushed
and filled me.

     `I'm not hurting you, am I?' he asked with some concern in his
voice.

     `No George,' I said between gritted teeth. Gritted not with pain as
such, but from frustration. There he was stuck up inside me and not fucking
well moving. `Please get on with it, George. Fuck me. Please!' I almost
screamed. Then he finally got moving, both hands to my hips now as he
pushed himself completely in and began moving properly, getting more
confident with every stroke. I dropped my foot to the floor, spreading my
legs wider and bending over even more for him to dig in deep. He was big,
no doubt about that as he pushed and pushed at me.

     Dribble came from my mouth as I savoured the pulsing heat of his cock
inside me, pushing the flames of my fire back and scratching that
unreachable itch. I could hear him begin to pant as he bounced into me and
then grasp me tight to him as he started to come inside me. He came in hard
sharp bursting thrusts, and I started to sing in my head as I had the
pleasure of being pleasured.

     When he pulled out, I pulled down my skirt and quickly got some
tissues and wiped him, I also had a basin of water there and washed him as
best I could.

     `Thank you George, that was wonderful,' I said.

     `It was my pleasure Francis,' and I could see the gleam of his
teeth as he smiled while he spoke.

     `Now I think you should go and wash yourself properly. Don't
forget, that this is just between the two of us,' I said turning on my
dressing table mirror lights, as he put himself away and did up his
buttons.

     `Mum's the word,' he smiled as he picked up his tray, and then
fumbled with the chair at the door. I got up and helped him with this, and
then with a quick smile he was gone. I leaned back against the door and
relived those last few minutes of having a real live throbbing cock inside
me again. Still in this reverie, I lifted my skirt and washed myself with
the flannel and water and then promptly masturbated to relieve my own hard
erection that I had got whilst being fucked.

     `Well? Did he suspect and find out the truth?' Diane demanded to
know when I tripped into the cabin.

     `No, not a thing. Like a lamb, putty in my hands. Putty that had
gone rock hard I should say,' I said with joy in my voice, like a cat
that's got the cream, and which I had, the cream right where I wanted it.

     `You can't do that too often or you'll get caught out,' Diane
warned me, and I thought I caught a twinge of jealousy there.

     Well I did and I didn't. I had George twice more on the trip and he
still didn't know that he was fucking a boy, I just couldn't do without
cock anymore. In between times it was Diane and I thrashing about on her
bunk. I think she was as frustrated as I was.

                                                           *

     When we saw the grey-green choppy waters of the English Channel, we
knew we were not far from home. For our final show of the voyage, we did,
tough luck on some, a whole evening of excerpts from a selection of Gilbert
and Sullivan's comic opera's. The best performance being that of David's
from the "Mikado" of "I have a little list". He'd spent the
whole trip working on this, getting in as many names of passengers and
senior officers that he could without causing offence. It was a huge
success, and without modesty can say that I did very well too. But the
crowning bit was that both Diane and myself were presented with two huge
bouquets of flowers from a collection made up by the passengers
themselves. We both stood on the stage as the Staff Commander had them
presented to us and made a very good speech about our efforts. I'm not
ashamed to say that I had tears running down my face at this gesture. The
three of us got pissed as farts back in the dressing room afterwards as the
drinks kept coming in from all sides.

     During the voyage, David had talked to the Staff, and he'd agreed that
we could have the ship's carpenter put a locker into our dressing room that
could be securely locked up with our costumes inside. This would mean that
they would be safe and we wouldn't have to hump them all over the
countryside between trips.

     So with hangovers in the morning as the ship docked, we saw to the
packing away of our things. In terms of our costumes, all we would keep out
were what we needed for our final rehearsal at the new village hall at the
end of our leave. This trunk I was to take with me which made sense. That
meant Diane and David only had to worry about the single suitcase each. The
arrangements were to be the same. When they were ready, to ring me and I
would collect them from the station and I would see about the return trip
to the ship.

     There was also an added excitement to look forward to. When we got to
Sydney, instead of returning as normal, the ship would then go off on a
Christmas cruise up to the Far East, but I'll go into that later. First
things first. That was signing off and getting our pay and then finding a
taxi. All were easy and I didn't have to look for a taxi. Eddie found
me. Word of mouth is not quite the expression to use, but you get my
drift. Eddie, once he had found me, was only too happy to get the trunk and
my things down to the car and would wait as long as I wanted.

                                                           *

     Donald! I was going home to Donald. Eddie was just a bit on the side
so to speak, roadside. I'd said my farewells to David, who'd rushed off at
the first chance he had. Kisses to Diane, but I couldn't find Clement. So I
left a message to wish him good luck with his exams and I hoped that I'd
see him as Chief Officer when I returned.

     So off I went with Eddie driving me to Wiltshire. I hadn't drawn any
money whilst in Sydney, and I still had enough money for Eddie from which I
originally set out with, plus of course my pay. We stopped just after we
got out of London, and I bought us both lunch in a pub. Then back in the
car, we started on the last leg towards home. I had him stop at a florist's
again for me to get the flowers I wanted to take home with me before
continuing our journey. As we turned off the main road onto the small lane
that would take us round to my village, I was now always thinking of it as
my village, and I had Eddie pull into a small lay-by.

     `Eddie,' I said, who had looked puzzled at our sudden stop such a
short distance from our destination. `We'll be there shortly and there
will be people meeting us, and I don't think it would look good if I was to
give you your bonus with them watching.' He laughed and grinned at the same
time, which I had thought was an impossible thing to achieve, but he did
it. `So I'd like to give it to you here and now. Push your seat back as
the steering wheel is a bit of an encumbrance at the moment.'

     So the seat was pushed back and he settled himself as I undid his
flies and pulled out his now erect cock. Then leaning over, with the wheel
touching one side of my head and his stomach the other, took him in my
mouth and gave him a bloody good chewing. It was constricting on his part,
but under my ministrations he came on cue, pumping up as best he could
while I sucked the rest out of him. He must have been reading the Lloyds
Shipping List to find out when our ship was due in, and then saved
himself. I'd never had so much come, come in my mouth at one time. I licked
off the last residue and gave the tip a final kiss before sitting back up
again. I touched up my make-up while he was making himself presentable.

     `Thanks Miss Francis,' he said, quite out of breath when his
clothes were in order, and I paid him there and then so as not to cause
Donald any problems by trying to insist that he pay.

     `Same arrangements as last time Eddie?' I asked. `Still the same
number?'

     `Still the same Miss Francis,' he answered.

     `Oh, tough luck on your mate. We only need the one car when we go
back. We've managed to stash most of the stuff away on board, so it'll be
what we've got now plus two more cases, and of course, two more
passengers.'

     `No problem,' he grinned. `Same bonus?'

     `Cheeky monkey,' I laughed, and we then drove into the village and
turned into the lane, and there, I saw the new village hall, nicely painted
and looking very grand. We swept on down to the bottom and pulled up
outside my house.

                                                           *

     They must have been watching out for me, because I hadn't even got the
car door open before Flora and Beatrice were out and coming down the path
towards me. Then I looked over at the vicarage and Donald, my Donald came
flying out and ran down the path to sweep me into his arms as soon as I got
out of the car.

     `Look at your sun tan,' he exclaimed, kissing me with such ardour
that almost embarrassed me in front of the others standing there
watching. `Welcome home darling,' he cried, kissing me yet again. I was
very flustered and gave silent thanks to Flora for telling Eddie to get the
bags and things inside and generally organising things. When, after some
time, Donald put me down and went over to Eddie to see about the fare, but
Eddie backed off saying that he'd been paid. With a flip of his hand to me,
he got back into his car, and after turning it around, roared off for his
lonely ride back to Tilbury.

     What a fuss the three of them made of me. You'd think I'd been gone
for a year instead of just three months, but then in a village of our size
I suppose it was really an event for them. I'd noticed that the garden was
looking very good and the inside of the house was really looking spick and
span. I complimented Flora and Beatrice and they almost bobbed a curtsey
each as they bustled round me, getting my trunk and suitcase upstairs. I
told them that I had a small something for them in my bags, and that they
would get them the next day.

     `Now Mr Donald has told me what he thinks you would like for dinner
and he is going to eat with you. It's already prepared and if you tell me
what time you want to eat, I'll have it ready for you,' Flora said.

     `I think seven o'clock would be fine Flora. That would give Lady
Francis,' I looked at him, and I could see the hint of a smile play at the
corner of his mouth as he continued with a straight face, `time to rest,
have a bath and get dressed after her long journey.'

     `Yes. Australia is t'other side of the world, I know,' Flora said.

     `I meant from Tilbury,' he said drily.

     `Of course, of course,' she said flustered at being
corrected. `Seven o'clock it is then. Come on Beatrice an' give Lady
Francis a bit of breathing space, an' we'll be back to serve dinner at
seven.' This time she did bob a full curtsey, Beatrice doing the same. I
raised an eyebrow at Donald at this, but he chose to ignore me, and said
his goodbyes to them and shut the door. I sprang out of the chair and
hurled myself into his arms, almost knocking him over.

     `Donald, Donald, Donald,' was all I could say, kissing him
whichever way he turned. He hugged me in his arms, kissing me back.

     `It's good to have you back home,' he said kissing me again.

     `Oh Donald, it's so nice to be home. Take me upstairs and tell me
that you love me, please!' I begged. As if I was a feather, I was lifted up
into his arms and he carried me upstairs without showing the slightest
discomfort in doing so. He carried me into my room and set me down on my
feet. I'd kicked off my shoes, so now he towered over me as he bent his
head and with his two hands holding my cheeks, kissed me slow and long.

     My knees had already started to tremble, but I still was able to
unbutton his shirt as soon as he had put me down. His hands slid the straps
of my dress off my shoulders and we let it fall between us as I tugged his
belt free and got his trousers undone. They too, fell to the floor. I
wasn't wearing panties, and I didn't bother trying to take anything else of
myself, all I wanted was his clothes off. Then with his erection tight
against my stomach, I pulled him so that he fell on top of me on the bed.

     `Love me Donald, love me. I've missed you so.' I saw him look up
and I guessed what he was looking for. `Forget the cream. I want to feel
you. Really feel you. If it hurts, I don't care. Just do it now!'

     Even so, I heard him spit into his hand as I turned round for him,
knowing that he would probably need some sort of lubricant to start. I
didn't care. I wanted the pain. I wanted the hurt. I wanted to feel him
enter me, to feel every vein of his cock and every muscle that went into
making him hard for me. With my stockings being strained to their utmost
and the suspender belt biting into my flesh, I raised myself up onto my
knees and felt him push against me.

     It was painful, but he was my love so I didn't care. He pushed and he
was in, inside me. That familiar hard piece of flesh was back where it
belonged. Inside me! I welcomed that pain as if to exonerate me from my
sins of the flesh that I had committed while being away from him. I
revelled in that hurt as he pushed himself all the way in till our outer
bodies came together.

     What bliss! My heart swelled as his cock did, my heart beat as his
cock did and my whole body throbbed, as did his cock. I was in heaven
again. With his firm lovely hands holding my hips, moving up to my waist
and back again, caressing me whilst holding me as he began to move. The
slow sliding movement of his length inside me, churning and causing all
kinds of wonderful sensations as he pulled it back, till I felt the base
end of the head reach my outer muscle, and then pause the space of two
heart beating throbs before he moved forward again, filling and expanding
my insides. Then he swelled and came. I cried as I felt him shoot into
me. I cried because I had wanted him to go on forever. But I welcomed that
soothing stream of his sperm flooding my insides to calm the ragged nerves
shouting out for peace. That was what I had been missing. The inner calm to
my insides, and it was my Donald that was giving it to me. Driving out all
kinds of demons and devils that were inside me as if he were performing an
exorcism of my body by the use of his flesh. To me then, with his cock up
my arse, he really was a Vicar of Christ.

     But that made me a devil, because I was worshipping my own God, and
his symbol was a phallic one. One I bowed my head to, took into my mouth
and also into my body. One that I took pleasure and sustenance from. The
nectar that bejewelled the head before it gave forth its ambrosia, these
were the tasty foods that my God gave to me. The strength, the power, the
rigid force that can drive a person wild when it is presented to whatever
orifice it seeks or is offered.

     I was crying when he pulled out of me. It made it very difficult for
him, trying to wash himself, and me, as well as give me comfort and yet not
know what was the cause. When he'd washed us both, he cradled me in his
arms, crooning a hymn to try and calm me down, not really knowing what
ailed me or what he could do about it. I couldn't tell him either I was so
confused. I cuddled in close to him as much as I did when we first made
love, so long ago it seemed to me.

     Then it came to me. Not in a flash, but just seemed to roll out before
me as I held Donald as tight as he was holding me. I loved Donald as my
father. Not having any knowledge of psychology in my upbringing, I was
relating to my need of having a father figure to love and worship. Usually
in a tight knit loving family, the son has much love for his mother and the
daughter has similar feelings towards her father. This is a normal process
of growing up, and both son and daughter grow out of the sexual side of
this in time and it becomes parental love.

     With me being an only child without siblings or any male figure in the
family, I came to love and rely on Donald. That we became lovers
exacerbated my tendencies to seek out a man's love rather than that of a
woman's. Not that I regret it. I do not. But now I'm going into realms that
are too deep for me to plumb, such as why am I this, why am I that? There
are too many questions to my nature that give back conflicting answers. I
am a boy! Fact! But I feel as though I am a girl! Fact! The list is endless
as are the answers, but I like being a girl, treated as a girl and more to
the point, being loved, or fucked if you wish, as a girl, and that's all
there is to it. So let's drop it, I said to myself and give Donald a pure
girl loving kiss to her lover. And fuck you too!

     We lay kissing and cuddling each other and he would gently push my
hair away from my face to give me more kisses.

     `I almost forgot,' he said, half lying across me.

     `What?' I asked, stroking his jaw line.

     `Thank you for my birthday present,' he said, kissing me ardently.

     `Did you like it? Was it a surprise?' I smiled up at him, having
forgotten to look at the top of his house to see if that aerial thing was
up there.

     `It was a wonderful surprise. This van pulled up outside and the
man asked who I was, and said he had something for me. What? I
asked. You'll see, he said as he opened the back of the van and he and his
fellow worker brought out this television. Well I was astounded. Who sent
it, I asked? Dunno, you'll have to ask the shop, he replied. Well when it
was in and set up and you could see people talking, I was enthralled and
sat there nearly two hours watching it before remembering to ring the
shop. They told me it was on the instructions of a Mr Truell. So I phoned
him and he said that it was a birthday gift from you, you sweet thing,' as
he kissed me on the nose.

     `I'm glad you liked it. I had a job persuading old Truell to do
it,' I said. `Happy late birthday then.' I kissed him hard, holding him
tight around the neck. We then heard movement downstairs.

     `That'll be Flora. It must be after six,' Donald said, getting up
off the bed and starting to get dressed. `You run yourself a bath and
make yourself pretty for me. It's wonderful to have you back home.' He gave
me a quick kiss. `See you in a little while,' and he was gone.

     I stretched myself out on the bed, whispering his name over and
over. Then I got up and went and started to fill the bath while I took off
my underthings that I had been wearing while making love with Donald. I lay
back in the hot water, a cap over my hair, and gently played with myself as
I thought of being in bed for the whole night with Donald, and I had to
shake myself to get on with my washing of myself. I walked back naked to my
room and then realised when I was inside, that Flora, and maybe Beatrice
were in the house and could have seen me. I would have to be a bit more
careful in the future, I said to myself.

     Putting on clean underwear, still getting that erection as I did so, I
sat down and put on my make-up, adding a little bit more emphasis on my eye
shadow to bring out the colour of my eyes. Satisfied with my appearance, I
put on one of my sexy dresses. Then I dug out the small presents I had got
for Flora and her daughter as well as the one for Donald. Then with a sense
of being a bit quirky in my humour, got out my jewellery box and pinned the
leopard brooch to my breast.

                                                           *

     I went downstairs and saw that the table had been laid for two and
also saw that there was a lovely bowl of flowers there too, between the two
candles that were waiting to be lit. Seeing the flowers reminded me of
those I had bought on the way home. I asked Flora about them, and she told
me they were in water for me and would still be fresh in the morning. I
thanked her as I placed the small present for Donald at one of the place
settings, and then gave one to Flora and one to Beatrice. They both thanked
me profusely, bobbing me a curtsey as they took them.

     This was the second time they had done this and it was something to
ask Donald about later when he arrived. It was still a few minutes before
seven, so I mixed myself a drink and went and sat on the window seat that
looked out over the garden to the vicarage. I could then see the antenna,
fixed up against the chimney, sticking out in a big aitch symbol. I also
saw Donald come out of his front door and that he was wearing the sweater I
had bought before the last trip for him. That pleased me, and I was also
thrilled at the way he purposely strode down the path, knowing he was
coming to me. I met him at the door and gave him a kiss.

     `You look absolutely stunning,' he said, holding me at arm's length
as he looked me up and down.

     `You are handsome and dashing yourself sir, ` I laughed, and
taking his arm, drew him fully inside the parlour. I gave him a drink and a
fresh one for myself and we sat down on the settee, but didn't speak. Words
were not needed as we let our eyes wander over each other, and I could see
that his eyes were saying the same thing as mine. That I love you, love
you, love you.

     Flora bustled in and lit the candles and also had brought in a chilled
bottle of wine that Donald must have opened earlier. We sat down at the
table and he then saw his present. His eyebrows went up in a question and I
nodded, so he opened it. His eyes widened and he looked up at me and smiled
as he took out the silver crucifix and held it up so that it flashed in the
candlelight.

     `It's beautiful Francis,' he whispered.

     `That it is,' echoed Flora, who was just serving the soup.

     `May I put it on now?' he asked.

     `Of course silly, that's what I want to see.' He put it over his
head and it hung nicely down the front of his sweater.

     `Thank you Francis, it's truly wonderful,' he said, putting his
hand out and covering mine. I smiled at his pleasure and lifted my glass.

     `Home,' I said.

     `And happy we are to see you here,' he said, raising his glass too
and taking a sip. We started on the soup, but Donald found that the
crucifix kept wanting to drop into his soup spoon, so with a laugh, had to
tuck it inside his sweater. We finished the soup and then Flora served us
up roast lamb with all the trimmings and vegetables in dishes for us to
help ourselves.

     `There's a creme brulee for afters waiting on the side. We'll get
off now and let you two have your dinner in peace. Vicar, Lady Francis.'
They gave a little curtsey and went off and I waited until I heard the
front door close before speaking to Donald about the bobbing of Flora and
Beatrice.

     `What's going on Donald? I'm getting little curtsies all the
time. Why?'

     `Er, well it's about the new hall,' he started off with a slight
stammer.

     `I saw it on the way in. It looks grand, so what's with it then?'

     `Well I did as you asked, and spoke to Mr Truell and told him what
you wanted. He hummed and harred about it but eventually agreed and set
about it. Well as you saw, it's just below the pub on what used to be the
untended patch of what was the side part of old Mrs Coggins garden. Poor
old dear couldn't cope with such a big garden, and that side was just a
wilderness. But she argued about them, that's what she called the holding
company, them. About them taking away somebody's garden, but when I said
that I probably could get them to reduce her rent, she finally agreed,
especially when I said that the village hall was to be built and donated to
the village for all to use.

     Now, how it got out, I don't know. Somebody must have done some
checking up on the holding company. Anyway, it came out that you were
donating the hall. They also found out that you really are the Lady of the
village, and quaint as they are, give you the respect that's due to you.'

     `Oh dear,' was all I could say. `Oh deary me. What a web we
weave...'

     `I'm afraid that's it. There was nothing I could do.'

     `It's not your fault Donald. I'll just have to live with it and
hope that it doesn't cause you any problems like your courting of the Lady
of the village,' I said with a smile. He laughed.

     `Dave has already suggested something along those lines, remember?'
I then laughed as I did recall him suggesting that Donald and I should get
married.

     `If only we could,' I said wistfully.

     `Don't let's go through that again Francis,' he said, reaching out
and touching my hand with a pained haunted look in his eyes. Tears came to
my eyes to see the pain in his, then they came flooding out, pouring down
my face. He was quickly out of his chair and he knelt down beside mine and
held me tight in his arms as I sobbed for what I couldn't have.

     I calmed down after a few minutes and then went upstairs and washed my
face and did my make-up again, which I had ruined with my tears. When I
went back down, he'd got our dessert ready on the table and was sitting
there waiting for me.

     `I'm sorry about that Donald,' I said, putting my hand on his
shoulder and giving him a kiss on the cheek before sitting down opposite
him.

     `I'm sorry too,' he said with a sad smile, `so let's talk of
other things, like your last trip. How was it?'

     `Wonderful, but it would have been better had the ship been full
for the trip home.' I went on to tell him little anecdotes while we ate our
dessert and opened a fresh bottle of wine.

     `I like the brooch you're wearing. Where did you get it?' I knew
the question would crop up sometime, so that's why I was wearing it that
night. Better now than try to explain it later on.

     `Oh this?' I touched it, `a friend on the ship gave it to me,' I
said airily.

     `It looks quite expensive.'

     `They're not real diamonds, only glass. Your crucifix cost much
more than this I'm sure, and I'm not telling you how much I paid for it
either, so don't ask.' Then the conversation went on to other things and I
gave out a little sigh as I thought of Carlo, but pushed him out of my
mind. I was here with Donald, and it was him I wanted that night, not a
ghost.

     The candles had burnt down low before we finished the wine, and
without a word being spoken, Donald just reached out his hand and I took it
as I rose up from the table and we went upstairs to my room. I already had
an erection as he pulled the dress up over my head, and he knelt down and
took me in his mouth and sucked on me. I stroked his head as it moved on
me, exciting me with a hand stroking my thigh between the suspender belt
and stocking top.

     Soon my body began to quiver but he didn't stop using his tongue and
mouth to bring me to the point of no return. His hands held my thighs as
his mouth held me tight as I came in shaking bursts, his sucking pulling it
out in one long stream. I went limp standing there and when he'd finished,
he rose up and quickly undressed and then held me to himself. His erection
dug into my stomach as we came together in the embrace. I slowly wriggled
free and dropped to my knees to suck on him. He let me do this for a minute
or two before lifting me up and removed the rest of my clothing and pushing
me down onto the bed.

     I pulled the pillows down to the middle of the bed and then lay down
again with my hip high up on them. Donald got the cream and put it on me
and on himself before getting onto the bed between my raised legs. We
didn't speak, but just looked into each other's smiling eyes as he placed
and made himself ready. Then holding my thighs, he pulled me onto him and
he slid in very nicely, filling me with his organ.

     It was lovely to watch him between my legs, seeing and feeling him
thrust into me, the silver crucifix swinging on the end of its chain
against his chest. My heart swelled with love as I felt him burst and come
inside me and he was smiling as he did so.

     We slept in my bed and with daylight flooding the room next morning,
he made love to me again. He washed and got dressed, and as he had left the
door ajar, I heard him talk to Beatrice, who had just come to clear up our
dinner things.

     `Good morning vicar, you're here early this morning,' she said.

     `Yes, I came early,' to which I giggled, `to see if Miss Francis
was up. I looked in, but she's still asleep.'

     `No I'm not,' I called out. `Donald?'

     `Yes Francis?' he called up the stairs.

     `Be a dear and put some coffee on please. I'll be down in a moment
and we can have breakfast together.'

     `I'll do that for you Lady Francis,' Beatrice called out, `you
sit down vicar and I'll see to the coffee first and then I'll do you a nice
scrambled egg and bacon, with some toast.'

     `That would be lovely Beatrice, thank you,' I heard him say as I
was quickly getting dressed. I then went and washed and put on just a hint
of make-up before going downstairs to the wonderful smell of coffee and
bacon.

     `I could eat a horse,' I said, giving him a quick kiss before
pouring myself a cup of coffee. `Mmm, that's good,' I said after a
couple of sips. `Now that you've come,' I said with a twinkle in my eye,
`we'll eat of that delicious smell and you can tell me what you've got
planned for today.' He hadn't planned anything. So while we tucked into the
lovely breakfast that Beatrice cooked, we talked of what we could do.

     I wanted to see the hall and inspect the garden, but first I had to
pay my respects to the four people lying out there in the churchyard. So
after breakfast and complimenting Beatrice, saying that she was as good a
cook as her mother, which pleased her no end. Donald went off to change his
clothes and I finished off my make-up and put on a decent pair of walking
shoes. I put on a headscarf because it was quite windy, and collecting my
flowers from the scullery, went out and met Donald.

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