Mon, February 06 2012
| TITLE: | Private Pirate Orgy |
|---|---|
| AUTHOR: | Denise Vincent |
| CATEGORY/TYPE: | PWP, Slash everybody with everybody |
| RATING/WARNINGS: | NC-17, Adult-Het, Adult-Slash (It's nearly all smut at this point) |
| MAIN CHARACTERS: | Phileas\Jules, Phileas\OFC, Jules\Rebecca, Rebecca\OFC, Passepartout\OFC, Phileas\Passepartout |
| DESCRIPTION: | Shore Leave can be fun! |
| STATUS: | Complete |
| DISCLAIMER: | The characters from The Secret Adventures of Jules Verne belong to Flashpoint / Talisman Crest / Filmline. blah blah etc. |
| SETTING: | Sarawak, A South Seas Paradise |
Phileas Fogg had a great sense of satisfaction as he gazed out at the tropical shoreline below as Sarawak retreated in the distance. The mission had been a success on every level. Relations between her Majesty's government and the fledging Borneo Company had been strengthened. Sir James had decided on a course of action regarding his rival Captain Brooke, and they were carrying his instructions back to London in preparation for his visit. The White Raja had gracefully declined passage on the Aurora, preferring one of the steamers of the Company instead. Fogg reflected that this was more likely due to the lack of privacy aboard the Aurora than excuse that Sir James had given regarding his administrative duties. If it had just been Verne, Fogg had no doubt that the Raja would be happily flying home now.
He'd actually been relieved to confirm the rumors about the Raja's appetite for young men, though he could think of several ladies in London who might be disappointed. He had been more concerned that a charming passionate man, such as Sir James Brooke, might finally lure one of the ladies out of their circle. Well really, he had to admit to himself, he was more concerned that Sarah would meet a 'kindred spirit' and leave them all forever, especially after her entanglement with that Spanish diplomat.
"Can you think of, or even imagine, another human being who would be better matched to me than Rebecca? Is there even a man on earth at this time for whom 'woman' does not equal 'property'? The only person of whom I can conceive as a kindred spirit is Rebecca."
She had made it clear that her heart, mind and soul belonged to Rebecca, but she was at least happy to share her body. Happy to share? Extravagantly generous was more like it. Her generosity had been a catalyst breaking down the social, intellectual, even moral boundaries between friends. Still, a corner of his mind worried that Sarah was not as loyal as his other companions. God knows *he* was unable to control her. She had accused him once of possessiveness. Maybe he did want to possess his lovers. However Jean, Jules even Rebecca felt somehow more solid and real. Apprehending Sarah was like grasping air.
"Human beings are group animals who resolve tension in the group with sexual activity." He could remember how shocked he had been when he first heard her explanation for promiscuity, though she had been speaking in general and not of her own in particular. Now he couldn't imagine living and loving promiscuously without this group of people. He'd seen their faces contorted in passion, and quiet in sleep. He loved each of them in a different way, but he was sure that he loved them. He was also certain that he was going to have to wake someone up to satisfy the familiar pressure that was beginning to build at the base of his spine soon, if he kept considering these matters.
He heard a rustle of fabric and looked over his shoulder to see Rebecca and Sarah descending the stairs. They were wearing the bright sarongs that the native Dayak headhunters had given them as gifts, but without the beaded collars. The fabric had been wrapped around from behind and tied in the front to emphasize the waist. They crossed the room noiselessly on bare feet, smiling as they noticed his approval, and embraced him, one on each side.
"Morning Phil", said Rebecca from one side. "You're looking rather piratical this morning."
He had at last given in to the local tropical custom and wore only a loose shirt, trousers and boots. The way they appraised him with their eyes made him feel as if he was wearing nothing at all, though. He tighten an arm around each waist and replied "Thank you, and may I say that you look ravishing?"
"Ravishing? I hope not. Far too hot", said Sarah from his other side.
"We're going for a swim to cool down."
"Must make our morning ablutions."
They unwound their arms from him and made their way to the door, picking up hats and a blanket on their way. Sarah grabbed a large mango from the bowl on the table, and fished a knife from a drawer.
"Breakfast", she said holding out the mango. "I'm going to show you the proper way to eat a mango."
"And how is that?" asked Rebecca.
"Naked, of course." Sarah's back was to Phileas as she said this, but he could clearly see Rebecca's reaction.
As they made their way out the door, Rebecca said over her shoulder "Oh and Phileas? Do bring a rifle for the crocodiles." That was all the invitation that he needed. He raced for a rifle and ammunition. Just as he was slinging them onto his shoulder, Verne appeared on the stairs.
"Jules!", he exclaimed in a joyful cry. Verne was still wiping the sleep from his eyes. He wore only trousers, and his hair stood out in several directions. "Come quick, or you'll miss the naked mango eating!"
"Wa?" asked the younger man. "What's a naked mango?" He was so adorable that Fogg couldn't resist kissing him.
He released him after a moment and explained, "Not 'naked mango'. You eat the mango while you're naked. I think."
"Oh. OH!" said Jules, his eyes widening in comprehension. "What about Passepartout?"
"Bugger him. If he can't wake up on time...."
"He'd probably like that"; Jules interrupted, and was rewarded with a smack on the ass.
"Come on!" Phileas was already out the door.
A very charming scene greeted their eyes when they arrived on the beach. The blanket had been spread above the water line on the dry sand. On it were two piles of colorful fabric and hats. A lone mango with a knife thrust into it sat on the wet part of the sand. Two nymphs were frolicking in the water. "There's the Vixen and the Minx now", said Phileas as he found a spot on which to lay the rifle and ammunition bag. Verne was already unbuttoning his trousers and down the beach before Phileas could get his shirt off. Then he had to fight with his boots, and finally his own trousers. In the meantime, he watched as the women hauled Verne into the water and dunked him under the surface. When he was finally nude, he made his dash into the water.
The water temperature was a pleasing contrast to the tropical heat. It was wonderful to be able to wash away the dust and sweat. For a few moments he floated in the gentle waves, until there was an ungentle pressure on his foot. It was Jules, thank goodness, and not a crocodile. They had chosen this cove because of the relative dearth of the creatures, but Rebecca had been wise to request that he bring a rifle. Jules' hands traveled lovingly over his body. Phileas turned to grab him but found that he had slipped away. He shook the water out of his eyes and spotted the man nearly within reach. With a short leap, he had him struggling in his arms. They wrestled briefly before he was able to raise Jules' face to his and ravish his mouth with another kiss as the waves broke around their legs. When they opened their eyes, they found that the women had already deserted them.
"Breakfast?", Phileas inquired, and Jules nodded his agreement.
Rebecca and Sarah knelt facing each other on the damp sand. Sarah held the mango in hand, making the first slice. "... and because it's so incredibly juicy and sticky. It's nearly impossible to eat with a knife and fork, since the pieces usually just slide off of the plate. You'd ruin nearly anything you wore if you tried to pick it up with fingers, so many people end up eating it in the bath." The juice ran across her hand and onto her wrist as she cut the fruit and held it up for Rebecca to sample. Rebecca licked the juice from Sarah's hand, then wrapped both of her own hands around Sarah's as she took a bite. Her eyes widened in surprise at the flavor.
"It's so intense. Sweet and fruity and..." Sarah interrupted her as she licked the juice from Rebecca's chin and neck.
"And so very sticky."
"I hope that we're not interrupting" Phileas and Jules plopped down on the sand beside them.
"Did we invite them?" inquired Rebecca, implying that of course, they had.
"I vaguely recall..." Sarah cut two more pieces and gave one to Rebecca. "Pick a pet to feed."
Jules shyly touched Rebecca's thigh. "Please", he said, and she offered the fruit to him. She teasingly held it above his head, and he opened his mouth to catch a few drops of juice before he took her hand and brought the fruit into his mouth.
"Oh God. That *will* make your toes curl", he said between bites. Rebecca was fascinated by the trail that the juice took down across his chin and neck. When it started to ooze across his collarbone and onto his chest, she moved to lap it up. He closed his eyes in pleasure.
Sarah turned to present Phileas with his slice, but he took it from her and held it up for her to eat. Her eyes briefly met his, then she closed them, reached for his hand, opened her mouth and took a bite. It was undoubtedly one of the best mangos she had ever eaten. The flavor just exploded. She opened her eyes in surprise, and followed Rebecca's example by licking the juice from his hand, then his arm.
"Taste it." She directed his hand towards his own mouth, and he took a small bite.
"That's...." He couldn't think of a fitting word. She nodded in agreement, and pulled the fruit back to her mouth. She closed her eyes again, and sucked on it. She could hear slurping noises from the other couple, and felt the slow trickle of juice heading towards her throat. It tickled, but soon help came at the tip of a tongue. She stretched out her neck for grooming and sighed with relief. Phileas stopped just short of her mouth, using a finger to catch a drop at the corner of her lips. He licked his fingertip, then took two bites of fruit, finishing it. Sarah watched him through half lidded eyes. After he swallowed the last bite, she leaned forward and ran her tongue around his lips. He threw the rind over his shoulder, pulled her to him in a rough embrace, and drove his tongue into her mouth. In response she clutched at his shoulder, then wrapped her arms around his back, pressing her breasts against his chest. He let a soft groan escape and shifted her onto her back. Then he parted her legs and inserted his engine of love into her vermilion cleft.
She stretched out her hand and called out to Rebecca, whose charms Jules had already taken in full possession. She had wrapped her legs around his waist and was making soft animal noises.
"Give me your hand." Rebecca nodded and stretched out her arm until she could twine her fingers with Sarah's, as though they could telegraph their mutual pleasure through just fingertips.
Phileas had barely enjoyed a half dozen thrusts when a shadow fell across the sand and he heard Passepartout exclaim "But everybody is starting without me!" They looked up to see Passepartout standing barefoot with a sarong tied around his waist, Malay style. He had a broad brimmed straw hat on his head. Phileas and Sarah exchanged a look, then he slowly withdrew and motioned his manservant to the spread legged wanton.
"I've just been oiling her up. Why don't you try your turn?" Sarah snorted her disapproval at his graceless invitation.
Hat and sarong were quickly thrown aside, revealing an enormous erection. He had one of the thickest penises that Sarah had ever seen, (though she would never reveal how many she *had* seen). The object of her admiration just as quickly pierced her. He supported himself on his elbows, fondled her breasts as he knew she preferred and was rewarded with a tilt of her hips that urged him deeper. She whispered "Good morning, Jean" into his ear.
Phileas knelt behind and caressed Passepartout's bag and stones as they bounced against Sarah's bottom. His own prick still glistened with her juice. As he watched Jean's pink arse hole bobble towards him, he made a decision. He spread the other man's buttocks, spat into the crack and pushed his way in. The sensations overwhelmed Passepartout. In front a warm wet cunt greedily sucked him in, while behind his master's cock pressured his prostate. He released a stream of pleasure, but was compelled to continue his stroking with each move of the other man. He could feel that Sarah's first crisis was near by the rigor of her muscles and her ragged breathing and found himself inspired to continue their combat.
Jules' imagination had been so inflamed at the sight of the threesome that he spent his load and collapsed on Rebecca. She was not ready to let him escape. She released her grip on Sarah's hand and rolled Jules onto his back, riding Saint George on him. He encouraged her by stroking her buttocks and sucking her nipples as she bent over him. At last she too surrendered to pleasure. Jules spied Phileas staggering towards the water. Rebecca managed to rise to her feet and followed him. Jules propped himself on one elbow and watched in amazement as Jean continued pumping Sarah. Now he held Sarah's arms above her head and laid his body full against hers. She cried, "Encore! Encore" [more, more] until they both laughed and wept with delight. Finally he pulled out his limp organ and sat between her legs. Jules got to his feet, congratulated them and offered his hands. They stood up unsteadily, one on each side and started for the ocean.
"I wonder what's for lunch?" Sarah asked.
Passepartout spied the remains of a fruit and offered "Mango?". He did not understand why this would provoke such hilarity from his friends.
To be continued........by you?
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