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Sailors in Silk, Chapter 3B - By: Beverly Taff Our newly won pirate ship continued sailing westerly very slowly in the balmy tropical airs. More importantly, our two new crewmembers of Timothy and David continued with their remarkable recovery. Whatever secrets Elizabeth had learned in her Parisian finishing school it seemed that she had used her time wisely. Within a week, both boys were up and mincing delicately around the deck. I felt a huge sympathy for them but between us, Elizabeth proved to be the more practical and down to earth. She explained to the boys that their penises and testicles were gone because of the terrible shrapnel wounds and she described how they would have to attend to their personal hygiene in a more rigorous manner now that their lavatory functions had changed. Both boys exchanged confused glances for they still had small goose quills protruding from their bandages and they urinated through those. At the end of the week Elizabeth removed the bandages after liberally dosing the boys with rum to make them unconscious. Then Elizabeth carefully tested the quills and they came free successfully without the slightest bleeding. I stared fascinated at the healing scar tissue whilst feeling sorry for the poor little mites. They would never know the pleasures of a male orgasm. Then Elizabeth explained that they might never enjoy a female passion either. Most of the sensitive tissues that had once been their penises had been torn away by the blast. Her best efforts to suture what little flesh that remained had left each boy with little more than a puckered seam of rough purple flesh and a tiny aperture to allow their urine to escape. Elizabeth examined her handiwork and shrugged. "That's as tidy as I could make them. There wasn't much flesh to work with. The goose quills seem to have worked and their plumbing hasn't blocked up. They'll be able to pee like girls but I don't think they'll ever get any pleasures down there." I turned away for I could not countenance their terrible disfigurement. Eventually, the boys recovered consciousness and nervously fingered their wounds. Tears began to run down their cheeks as they feverishly groped themselves but no amount of fingering or searching could recover what they had lost. Ruefully, they retired to their cabins with cruel hangovers and lay down to sleep off the effects of the rum. Later that evening, they appeared on deck looking ashamed of themselves. I asked what was wrong and they tearfully told me that they had both found it necessary to squat like little girls to pee. Timothy explained. "When I went to pee, it came out like a spray in all directions and I splashed all down my legs. It was hopeless, I couldn't aim or anything. In the end, I squatted over the potty and relieved my self the same way as my little sister used to. It was demeaning having to squat down in such a submissive posture. Then I had to wash myself because of the splashing. It was awful!" David lowered his eyes and nodded agreement for it was obvious that he had suffered the same undignified discovery. I sighed and squeezed both boys' slender shoulders and tried to comfort them. "I'm awfully sorry boys. That exploding cannon did all the damage. I'm afraid you'll have to pee like that for rest of your lives. Count yourselves lucky to be alive. As Miss Elizabeth said, you've joined the ladies now. You'll have to squat every time and pee like them." Both boys fell silent and I was heartily glad that they had not thought to ask about the other functions of their penises. I concluded they had probably been too young to realise and now it would not matter. What was done was done! After a few more days both boys were walking fairly comfortably but they now minced delicately and I supposed it was because they still suffered some residual pain. They explained that any violent action or jerk sent tendrils of pain ripping through their groins and up their tummies. We realised that healing would be a slow process. It was during his convalescence that Timothy taught Elizabeth and I the rudiments of chart work but the mathematics of celestial navigation was beyond us. We would have needed months of additional tutoring in Trigonometry. It was obvious that Timothy had a gift for maths and we concluded it was best to leave him to do the navigating. He proved quite satisfactory and after a few days he had a good Idea of where we were. Navigation was anyway always uncertain for we had no way of accurately telling the time. David had demonstrated sufficient knowledge with the sails and after a few weeks we could manage to set several of the lighter topsails and topgallants. He was still in pain but he proved invaluable in his efforts despite the agony. We still lacked sufficient strength to set the heavier mainsails but our ship now began to look respectable and we could at last point her where we wanted to go. The problem was; where should we go? Elizabeth did not want to go to America and the cruel punishment of her aunt's plantations. I certainly did not want my propensity for silk and pretty skirts to be made known in America and the boys were so distraught by their disfigurements that they dreaded ending up in an American city where their disabilities would become public knowledge and they could end up being treated as freaks. Furthermore, there was ownership of the ship to consider. We might now be considered pirates if we turned up in the wrong port. Nobody would believe that an effeminate transvestite, a maid and two juvenile eunuchs could have overpowered fifty bloodthirsty pirates. We decided to remain at sea for a while and carefully explore some options before making a decision. The pirate ship had been stocked for a crew of over fifty so now that the crew amounted to four, we had virtually unlimited supplies. So long as no storms overwhelmed us, we could remain at sea for years provided the water remained fresh and we could stomach the salted meats. "I vote we try for the Brazilian coast," suggested Timothy. "Why?" asked Elizabeth. "It's remote and secret, it's far from the Caribbean pirate lairs and there will be plenty of fresh water, meat and fruit. We've got a little gig and we can get ashore in that." "What about Anchoring?" piped David in his boyish treble that seemed to be turning distinctly girly. "We won't be able to lift the anchor again, it's far too heavy." We had a think about this and concluded we would look carefully at the Brazilian coast then decide what to do. Thus satisfied, Timothy laid off some courses and we slowly brought the ship about. After several days David arrived at our bedside one dawn with a report. "There's a sail to the west." Rapidly, Elizabeth and I disengaged from our silky embrace as she unwrapped her legs from my neck. I gave her peachy fruit one last kiss and smiled at David to thank him for his diligence at the night watch. He smiled then minced away to wake Timothy. We all met on deck and smiled as we admired each other's outfits. I was in my beautiful satin dress, Elizabeth in her tight leather britches and the boys in silken pantaloons that they had fashioned from some of the stolen cargo. They explained that the soft silky material soothed their painful scars and they were much more comfortable than the coarse canvas duck they had previously worn. The rough coarse cotton had badly rubbed their scars and caused them to bleed. I also noticed that they were glad now to be wearing soft silky knickers that Elizabeth's skilled fingers had fashioned from other expensive rolls of silks and satins. I sensed that Elizabeth had a plan but I said little more. If I was allowed my beautiful dresses then the boys were surely allowed silky pantaloons and pretty blouses. We gathered on the deck to watch the approaching sail and realised that she was a fat bellied, shallow draughted slaver from the West coast of Africa. She was broad, slow and clumsy as she was designed only to squeeze as many slaves as possible whilst traveling as far up the shallow West African creeks as she could to meet the Arab Slavers. "She's like an old Severn trow," observed David, "we can outrun her, even with just a few sails." Timothy nodded his agreement but Elizabeth had other ideas. "Can we match her course and speed?" "Yes," replied Timothy, but it will be a bit tricky. She'll have plenty of crew to trim her sails while we'll have to stand off and avoid contact. We won't be able to outmanoeuvre her." "But with our heavy cannon we'll be able to outshoot her." "Why d'you want to attack her?" I asked. "We need more crew." Observed Elizabeth. "She's bound to be carrying some female slaves as well as male slaves. If we stand off and shoot her masts out, she'll have to surrender." "Why don't we just offer to buy some?" suggested Timothy. "The moment they find out how weak we are, they'll try and take over this ship. They're slavers. The only thing they'll respect is our heavier cannon and force. If they'll steal men and women from a continent they'll think nothing of stealing this ship from a few weak women. You can see for yourself, we've got a fast powerful vessel. She's a real prize and I intend for her to remain as our prize!" David and I nodded our agreement. Whatever happened, we would have to stand off and not let the slavers learn how weak we were. Thus decided, we turned about and fell in beside the slaver matching her course and speed. On her decks we watched some nervous crew studying us, but we stood off and carefully prepared our powerful cannons. Then we waited; and waited; and waited; until it grew dark and we finally fired our first salvo. The slaver fired with a few light cannon but her fire was ineffectual. David had loaded some chain shot into several of our cannon and the screaming chain had snapped her rigging. Her mizzenmast crumpled at deck level and her top-mainmast shattered at the lower futtocks. The slaver was now helpless and she hauled down her flag as she hove to, to await our orders. It was obvious to everybody on the slaver that we were immensely more powerful and their vessel was heavily outgunned. Eventually, they lowered a gig and we ordered her to stand off as we made our demands. I put on my gruffest pirate accent in the dark and growled our demands. "We want some women. Special women." "What sort of women, demanded the mate in the boat." We want women who want to sail with us as free people. "But that's piracy!" protested the slaver mate. "No more than you a stealin' peoples from their own lands and a'sellin' them on into slavery. You'm a-piratin' 'uman souls!" Elizabeth giggled at my attempt to be a rough roaring pirate but my trick worked. The mate cursed and he agreed that Elizabeth could go across with him and pick out her choice of women. "I be warnin' you," I bellowed. "We'm primed to blow you outta' the water, if'n she don't come ba-ack!!" The boat came alongside as ordered and Elizabeth jumped nimbly into the gig. I gave one last warning. "The lady'll be back afore dawn mind, or we'll blow ye out of the water!" The gig took off with Elizabeth and we waited with me posturing on the poop whilst David and Timothy manned the cannons. Eventually a larger boat was lowered from the slaver and we counted fifteen very pretty girls being lowered into the boat. Elizabeth followed and the whaler sped across the waves towards us. David, Timothy and I charged about fifty muskets and lowered a single flimsy rope ladder over the stern. The girls and Elizabeth would have to clamber as best they could one at a time whilst we manned the muskets and pistols. The whaler eventually took station under our counter and Elizabeth slithered nimbly up the rope ladder. The African girls all followed quickly and we then ordered the whaler back to the slave ship. On deck I studied the coffle of ebony beauties and spoke to Elizabeth. "Are they all; you know, tippers of the velvet?" Elizabeth smiled enigmatically and nodded at the girls as they gabbled away. Then she said something in a completely foreign tongue and I gasped at the girl's responses. Suddenly they were all smiling and laughing and dancing around kissing me, Timothy and David. "What did you say?" I asked Elizabeth. "I told them that they were free. Free to live on the ship and learn the ways of the ocean." "How did you speak their language?" I had a Senegalese maid at the Parisian finishing school. She spoke French and Senegalese and Arabic. She taught me enough Senegalese and Arabic to get by. Two of these girls understand me and they translated to the rest." I grinned and gave her a tender kiss. "You've done well darling but tell me please. Are they all tippers of the velvet?" "No, only ten of them are lesbians, four others prefer men and the last one, well, she is that pale skinned one. She's something special. She was a fantastic find and I chose her for a special reason. I was thinking of you when I chose the four heterosexual girls darling. I don't want my little boy-girl to forego all her boyish pleasures." "How did you get them to come over?" I asked. "Several of the male slaves spoke good Arabic and the pale skinned woman is well educated. I made a secret deal with them. I secreted some pieces of metal about the slave decks and explained how to undo the crude locks on their shackles. They are freeing themselves even now as we speak. Come dawn they'll be able to take over the ship and make their way back to Africa. There were about two hundred women onboard but only these ten girls admitted to being lesbians. The other four were prepared to come with me because their families and tribes were exterminated in the slave raids. They have nothing to go back to." She continued, "The pale skinned woman is a special case. What we've now got here is an all-girl crew of volunteers. With training, they'll make an excellent crew. The pale skinned woman is some sort of shaman or medicine woman. The others say she is a powerful shaman with knowledge of many herbs and drugs. She was desperate to escape for she had been brutally raped several times on the voyage. I think she's more Moorish than Negroid. She speaks good Arabic and she was curious about you when I told her you were a sissy-boy." I felt a fricassee of nervous tension tingle down my spine as I caught the strange pale skinned woman studying me. Unsure of myself, I made a show of my authority by getting the ship under way. Gently, David and I encouraged the girls to follow David's example with the sails. David proved an excellent tutor and the girls responded well to his gentle explanations. As a young twelve-year-old eunuch, he used none of the typically bombastic bullyboy tactics since he had been emasculated and 'gentled'. Under his sensitive direction, the girls beautiful bodies strained in unison and soon our ship heeled under the extra canvas as she gained way. Once we had momentum, we gibed her through the westerly airs and set course for Brazil. Then we heard a commotion aboard the slaver and suddenly the crew were scrambling into the whaler. Elizabeth smiled at me and grinned. "The slaves have taken over. Don't worry. Apparently, we're only a couple of hundred miles from the Windward Islands. With this fair wind, those slavers will have that whaler in harbour in two days. I made the slaves agree not to kill their captors and leave them sufficient food for three days. Look, the slave ship is already trying to turn about and set sail for Africa." I watched the slaver fuss and flap as unskilled hands blundered with the canvas but eventually the fat clumsy hull with her one remaining foremast and half sized mainmast, started to beat slowly into the westerlies and commence her long, slow, painful voyage back home. Slowly she gained an East North Easterly tack and settled down to make the Cape Verde Islands. Obviously, some of the slaves had been fishermen from the coastal villages of the gold coast. I wished the slaver luck and waved to the black figures as we slipped close abaft their stern and swept majestically South East towards Brazil. Our girl crew squealed with delight as they realised that the other slaves had been freed and I basked in the warm smiles of gratitude that fell on me from various faces around the deck. It remained now to establish what skills and abilities we had amongst our beautiful crew and how to use them. By far the best catch was the Moorish girl. She spoke excellent Arabic, several West African languages and most importantly, French. I wondered how she had come to end up as a slave. It turned out that her rich Arab husband had become enchanted with a young boy and decided to rid himself of his wife now that she had born him children. I simply could not believe a man could be so stupid as to get rid of such a beautiful lady but there was no accounting for tastes. His loss was the ship's gain, not to mention Elizabeth's and mine Her name was Azure, because she had deep blue eyes and she enjoyed a remarkable intelligence. She swiftly learned English and taught it to her shipmates as we struggled through the doldrums on our voyage south to Brazil. For several weeks we lay becalmed in the doldrums but we were not unduly worried. It gave David time to train the girls and for Azure to teach them more English. By the time we had crossed the equator and reached the North Eastern trades of the South Atlantic, they were fairly efficient. With sails now fully set, we ploughed on down south past Rio de Janeiro. We deemed Rio to be a little too risky. We had little idea of the history of the ship and there were no documents to establish legitimacy. We might be hung as pirates. It turned out that Azure was bisexual and Elizabeth was more than happy to have her join us in our Captain's cabin. She proved to be cultured and erudite in the social mores by day whilst metamorphasising into a wanton in our bed at night. By this time, all the lesbian girls had paired off whilst the heterosexual adventuresses formed a separate group who were more than happy to have simply escaped whatever fate awaited them as slaves. These girls were all teenagers and naturally they showed a healthy interest in the boys Timothy and David. Sadly they were quickly disappointed. Gasps of shock and no small disappointment erupted when the girls discovered Timothy and David's terrible mutilations. It wasn't long before hopeful eyes turned in my direction. Despite my propensity for corset, long satin gowns and silk knickers, they knew underneath that I was still a boy, though my effeminate ways and delicate girlish features left them confused. Several of the lesbian couples had occasionally shared Elizabeth's bed whilst Azure and I had been studying and swapping knowledge. There were no secrets aboard the close-knit community of the ship. Elizabeth noticed the heterosexual girl's interests in me soon after they had realised the boys were useless to them. Naturally, after following their hopeful doe-eyes gazes she broached the subject one night as I busied myself with my usual lesbian duties between her soft creamy thighs. "I'm afraid you're going to have to spread your favours darling, each of those poor girls needs your services. These are not the delicate hypocritical ladies of Europe my darling Madeline; they are full-blooded young creatures of the jungle. They have no reservations about sex. They see it as a waste if you don't spread your favours. What's more they are prepared to share you around. Azure and the other lesbian girls assure me of this." "D'you mean to say you've been discussing me with the whole crew?" I gasped. Elizabeth smiled and twitched as I resumed nibbling gently at her bud whilst we gazed into each other's eye lovingly. "You'll have to my pet. If they don't get what the others are getting there's going to be a mutiny." I looked up again as I licked my lips and frowned. "But darling, won't you be jealous. I thought you wanted me as your very own lady-boy to keep pleasuring you like this." "Aahh," she gasped, "will you stop that for a moment? We've got to talk sense. Those girls are getting desperate!" "But what about you? You've always liked me attending to this." As I replied, I diddled my tongue once more against her rigid clitty and she squealed with delight. "Ooh-oohh. Stop that for a moment. Oooohh, aaahh, no on second thoughts keep going, I- Aaahh yesss, it's there! I spend! Ooohh yes, I spend! I spend!!" As she climbed the mountain of pleasure, her soft thighs wrapped themselves around my head and she clamped me hard against her clitty. I sucked the stiff little bud then I sipped at the delicious liquids as they escaped her soft peachy lips and she groaned her delight. "Oooaarghh! Madeline! You do that so well. Even the girls haven't learned that knack yet." "You trained me darling," I whispered, "I only do what you command down here." Gently she released the grip of her thighs and lay limp on the mattress. I slithered up the satiny sheets in my silky nightie and her hand wandered knowingly to my rigid organ. Her eyes opened sleepily and she kissed me as she whispered. "If one of the hetero girls was here now, you could satisfy that so easily." "But would you share your bed with the hetero girls?" I asked softly. "And would they want to share with you?" "They just want this, this strange little clitty you have; or should I call it a big clitty?" She giggled as she took her silky nightie and squeezed my throbbing 'boy-clitty'. I jerked spasmodically and Elizabeth grinned. She well knew how much I loved the soft satiny textures and she knew exactly how to turn me on. "I'll send Azure to ask one of them if they want to join us," offered Elizabeth. "What! Now?" I squeaked nervously. "Why not. You're going to have to learn to service a lady with this strange 'boy-clitty' one day, aren't you? You've never been with a hetero girl have you? It might as well be sooner than later." With that she gave my 'boy-clitty another soft silky rub and I gasped uncertainly. I knew little about serving a heterosexual woman for I had always served only Elizabeth's needs. I was still technically a virgin, having never been with a 'real woman' nor consummated the act of penetration. Despite years of sharing Elizabeth's bed, I had only ever been her 'lesbian' lover. Young gentlemen of England of the more delicate and discerning natures did not 'sleep around' with lewd women. Even in those days it was well known that promiscuity was the fast route to disease and sickness. As I squirmed in Elizabeth's silky grip, Azure entered and smiled. Elizabeth described her idea and Azure nodded knowingly. She left silently and I expressed my fears about never having served a woman and not knowing what to do. Elizabeth kissed me as she reassured me. "Don't be frightened my pet. We'll be here to help you and guide you." She gave me a reassuring hug before Azure returned a few minutes later with one of the heterosexual girls. The girl looked at me in my silky nightie and let her hand dally on my buttocks as she smiled nervously. Azure spoke softly. "This is Najanga. The girls drew straws and Najanga won. She is a virgin and the youngest daughter of a chief. She was captured when the rest of the village was destroyed. It's a brutal business this slavery and she is eternally grateful for being freed. She would like to serve you and for you to serve her." Najanga's eyes widened momentarily at the site of Elizabeth with her delicate hand buried under the silky folds of my frilly pink nightie. She knew Elizabeth was a lesbian but she was utterly puzzled as to why I, a confirmed lady-boy, should be sharing my masculine favours with a lesbian who nearly always dressed as a man in tight silk or leather britches. Azure explained in Arabic but the girl just giggled and shook her head disbelievingly. To emphasise her words, (whatever they were,) Azure reached down and peeled back my nightie to reveal my swollen rigid 'boy-clitty'. Najanga gasped with surprise then released a huge pearly smile. She leant forward hungrily and almost fell upon my boy-clitty with her lips. I struggled to disengage her and finally managed to restrain her. She whimpered greedily and begged Azure to allow her access to my body. Azure nodded towards Elizabeth who as the ship's mistress of the bedchamber had final authority over my sexual activities. Najanga gazed beseechingly into Elizabeth's eyes. Elizabeth smiled and nodded and patted the mattress between us. The girl smiled gratefully and Elizabeth gently shifted over to make room for Najanga between us. Najanga turned questioningly to Azure and asked something in her native tongue. Azure replied then nodded and smiled before turning to warn me. "Miss Madeline. You must be very careful. She wants to serve you but she's frightened. She's just turned past her sixteenth year and she has never had a man. She was being preserved for the pleasure trade in New Orleans. If you want, I will join you in the bed, if Elizabeth permits, and show you how to be careful and gentle with a young girl. I have warned Najanga that she might experience some pain because her virginity will be taken but I have found some oils in the galley that might help your first union. Fortunately, you are still a gentle man yourself but you have all the vigour of youth. You are quite large but, provided you are careful, Najanga will not be unduly injured. I have told her that size is not everything and that you are an expert in pleasuring her and preparing her first. That much at least, Miss Elizabeth has taught you. At least Najanga will be receptive." So saying, Azure motioned to Najanga who clambered eagerly over my silk nightie and inveigled herself between Elizabeth and I. Azure slid in behind me and snuggled up to my butt as she reached over me and gently caressed Najanga's beautiful ebony breasts. Najanga groaned with delight and dry-humped the air as her frustration emerged. Taking this cue, I slid softly down the bed and worked my head under Najanga's pumping thighs to reach the beautiful purple plum that was her core. She let out a nervous squeak as my knowledgeable tongue zeroed in on her clitty then she gave a low groan of relief. Evidently, she had been dreading her defloration but now she knew that at least the lead-up would be pleasurable. I wasn't to be the ghastly, brutal, terrifying rape that she had seen so many times upon the slave ship. With a thankful sigh, Najanga relaxed and spread her thighs as Elizabeth and Azure whispered reassurances in her ears and gently stroked her stiffening nipples through the silky cover of her diaphanous satin blouse. After about half an hour of 'preparation' Najanga let out a low wail and whimpered some soft words to Azure who translated them to me. "She says she's ready now," whispered Azure softly in my ear, "here, rub some of this oil into her sex, it will ease her pain and help your passage." I dipped my fingers into the proffered bowl and sniffed the oil. My fingers went strangely numb. I realised that Azure must have made some sort of analgesic from the many herbs in the ship's galley. I immediately developed a new respect for Azure's knowledge of natural medicines. With my fingers still numb I slicked Najanga's love lips then I gently worked my oily fingers into her saturated sex. She squirmed for a moment then relaxed as the oils desensitised her sex and I carefully introduced my desperately hard, swollen 'boy-clitty'. "Don't be rough," ordered Azure, "do it slowly and bit by bit." Still an ignorant virgin myself, I took Azure's instructions. She had once been a married woman and she had now become the 'mother' to the crew. After all, Elizabeth and I were still only teenagers. Elizabeth grinned and stroked my sensitive nipples for she knew what turned me on. It was a good job that she did, for I was nervous and as my 'boy-clitty' slowly penetrated Najanga's slippery sex, I felt my 'boy- clitty' become numb. "I can't feel anything," I whispered urgently to Azure. "That's good for neither can Najanga," replied Azure. "The oil has made you both temporarily numb but you are still good and hard. Now is the time to penetrate her fully. She will feel no pain as you tear her hymen and then the sensations will return slowly. You've only got a few minutes left so push gently. When you feel the sensation returning to your fingers you will know that the sensations will return to Najanga's cunt and your cock in due course. " Azure's advice proved perfect. I felt my pelvic bone fetch up against Najanga's clitty and I realised I was fully in. Seconds after that, the sensations returned to my fingers and a few moments later Najanga twitched tentatively. "Aahh!" she squeaked. "Is nice. No pain!" Azure gently kissed Najanga's lips then mine as she whispered softly, "There! See. Now that wasn't difficult, was it?" The feeling had now returned to my 'boy-clitty' and I lay still as I savoured the incredible sensations around my virgin 'boy-clitty'. Najanga, humped her pelvis demandingly and I then realised I had a duty to fulfil. I was not only here to pleasure myself but responsibilities and duties to the heterosexual girls amongst the crew. This was as much a test for me as it was an initiation. Cautiously I matched Najanga's actions and she grunted with relief. Her urgent responses and satiated groans satisfied Azure and Elizabeth that I was doing my duty properly. They settled down to lie down either side of us like two heavenly sentinels as I slowly rode Najanga to the gates of Paradise. Eventually, Najanga crossed over the threshold exactly as I finally achieved my first full male orgasm. We had climaxed together as two virgins and we both realised it could only get better. As we lay gasping and spent in 'the little death' of our consummation, our sentinels gently stroked us and hugged us to share the wholeness of our accomplishment. Then Azure gently tugged at me to lever me off Najanga's belly and ease her recovery. Softly she whispered further instructions. "You were alright supporting yourself on your elbows as you served her but a gentleman does not simply collapse after he is spent. Fortunately you are small and slender so you did not crush her, but normally, you should slowly roll onto the side after you have climaxed then you can savour your passions. If she is content, she will probably remain gripping you and hold you inside her provided you have not gone soft again. Are you going soft?" "No," I replied. "I'm still rock hard. It's strange, normally I go down after I've spent." "That's because I put something in the oil. If you lie still and let Najanga recover, she will become horny again. I will speak to her." Azure then spoke some more native words and Najanga nodded as she smiled. Then Azure turned again to me. "I will cuddle up to Najanga's butt while you remain hard inside her. She is in no pain and I have explained that she will soon become horny again. When she is ready, you may serve her again. Elizabeth will cuddle up to your butt so that we can squeeze you two young lovers together and keep you connected." As Azure finished speaking, Najanga's eyes met mine and she pressed her lips against mine. Her ripe breasts pressed against my sensitive nipples and I felt her sex twitch with anticipation. She nodded eagerly and humped my 'boy-clitty' again as her lust came upon her for a second time. Strangely, my 'boy-clitty' was still hard and responsive. There was none of the secondary hyper-sensitiveness that sometimes remained after orgasm. Eagerly I matched Najanga's actions and this time she squealed her delights as she finally crashed through the second gates to Paradise. After this second passion, we fell asleep in each other's arms whilst still coupled. We did not even feel Azure and Elizabeth gently evacuate the bed and attend to the business of the ship. When we finally emerged just before noon, all eyes fell upon us affectionately and Najanga quickly joined her heterosexual friends to declare her joy and pleasure. The atmosphere aboard that ship improved even further from that moment on. End of Chapter 3B - To Be Continued