The Island of Marquis Gallance

Chapter One-5

In a moment the silent thoughts were answered. All too soon, Gallance stiffened in sudden pleasure. He grunted as his darkened pillar of naked flesh pulsed rhythmically and erupted a stuttering torrent of sticky white jism into his plaything’s pretty mouth, bulging her cheeks and glossing her red lips with stray streamers of seed. On and on he emptied himself into her receptive interior, shuddering with delight. The girl did not hesitate to suck and suck and suck, until with her supple mouth she had milked him of every stringy spurt. A few thin drizzles glistened upon her flushed cheeks, while a heavy white dollop began to ooze slowly down the girl’s chin. The men stared in awe at her beautiful, selfless devotion.

Groaning, Gallance released the girl’s lengthened n*****s. He tugged the shining red ribbon from her chaste ponytail and flounced the heavy tresses all about the flushed visage which lay in his lap. He caressed her tousled raven hair for a moment as one might stroke one’s pet. “Rise, cunt,” he sighed. “You see?” he asked his guests in a moment, after he had caught his breath. “Such a girl is simply made to be used, joyously!” He nodded to the girl. “Show them.”

She stood before them all, bare-breasted and unashamed, disheveled and lovely. Inclining her head slightly to allow a better look, she smirked, and opened her pretty mouth wide. Her glistening pink interior was filled—filled!—with coils of thick, whitish c*m. The slippery fluids covered the soft cupping trough of her tongue, spattered the insides of her cheeks, glossed the even pearls of her teeth. As she gaped for their inspection, clingy stalactites of jism stretched everywhere, strung from the roof of her mouth to her sticky tongue and hanging in great gobs and drips that quivered, suspended and gleaming.

The Captain stared longingly. Though but an hour before such a thing would have disgusted him, now it seemed that her submission was a thing of beauty. What understanding, what selfless devotion! He gazed helplessly at her, and, to his exquisite delight, she smiled back at him with her eyes.

“Now swallow,” said Gallance softly.

Gratefully the girl did. Slowly she closed her pretty lips, and with a deliberate, savoring relish she swallowed the thick, stringy mouthful that proved the true power of her sly sensual skills. Her throat worked visibly as it strove to accept the tremendous load of jism.

“Well, cunt?” wondered Gallance. “What say you?”

“Thank you for squirting such a heavy load of your c*m in my mouth, mon Marquis,” the girl said in a humble tone beneath which lurked a sly wantonness. A stray trickle of semen slid from the corner of those pursed lips, and, with hands still clasped obediently behind her narrow back, she extended her knowing tongue tip and purposefully licked the glistening fluid back into her indulgent mouth. “Your satisfaction is my pleasure.”

“Of course,” replied the man matter-of-factly.

Yet she could not reach the curdled glob of jism which now began to roll from her chin, stretching cool and thick and clammy like some sour white honey. The Marquis caught the stringy drip with one idle finger and pushed it back into the girl’s shameless mouth, where she swallowed it without demure and then licked his fingertip clean.

Languidly Gallance stood, and as the smirking thing curtsied low before him, the man carefully worked the last pale drizzles of semen from his softening organ and wiped his wet cockhead purposefully on each of the girl’s overexcited n*****s. Smiling, he rubbed his juices into the sensitive flesh with his intrusive fingers, idly at first but soon growing ever more assertive. He gathered the pink-brown puckers in demonstrative digits, squeezing them, kneading them, stretching them. Despite his recent satisfaction, the shrunken p***s began to stir faintly to the beat of his heart.

Rallying, Gallance began to claw at the rest of the girl’s clothing. “Strip her, friends!” he cried. “She hasn’t had a tenth of the spunk she needs.” He leaned into the beautiful white flesh jiggling before his reddened face to suck and nip at the sensitive peaks he had tortured. He shrank not from the salty fluids that glistened on the tender nodules but instead smacked his lips most heartily. “Strip this cunt, and I’ll show you what true hospitality is!”