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Authors name: Dave Elliott (hakkenin2002@yahoo.com)
Story title : My Time At Sea

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My Time At Sea (M+/M, reluc)
by Dave Elliott (hakkenin2002@yahoo.com)

***

Having completed an apprenticeship as a marine engineer. 
The author joins his first ship heading for the Middle 
East and Far East. He is only partially prepared for what 
lay ahead. Things do happen when men are locked up or 
confined in a restricted area with no women to help 
release those pent up lustful feelings.

***

"Hey! Mrs. Elliott lighten up, why do you continually 
turn me down, we both know you want it. I've seen the way 
you look at me. Believe me you'll enjoy it, and once 
you've had it you'll be back for more trust me."

"I have no intention of becoming a poofta Mr. Elliott 
why don't you just leave me alone?"

"Once you've had me a few times that's all you'll want to 
be Mrs. Elliott... a poofta."



This was one of the conversations I'd had with a man 
called Arthur James Elliott, better known to all as Bull 
Elliott.

It wasn't that I did not wish to have a sexual 
relationship with a man, I was a little, no I was very 
afraid of this guy and I did not want to be controlled by 
him. He was a bully and an intimidator and maintained his 
control over people with his tactics. He was a hard man 
having done time in prison, for fighting and threatening 
behavior.

Bull Elliott had made it very clear from the first time I 
set foot on board the ship what his intentions were. At 
sea, it is a bit like prison, there are no women well 
very few if any. Certain needs had to be filled and a 
good-looking young male could serve the purpose just as 
well as a female. What he had in mind was for me to be 
Mrs. Elliott and he'd made that obvious from day one.

I'd had the urge to have sex with another male very early 
in the life. The opportunity came when I was playing in 
the sand dunes and literally stumbled over "Banana Bob" a 
well-known pedophile in the area, at the age of eight or 
nine I never knew what that meant and quite frankly I did 
not care.

By today's standards it would have been called child 
abuse, but I would have to confess I was a very willing 
participant and never thought of it as abuse.

Having been introduced to "Fagan" I found that I liked it 
and would meet up with Bob many times after our first 
meeting. 

He must have thought of me as manna from heaven. 

I'd served an apprenticeship as a marine engineer, the 
dockyards were a tough place to be, with some equally 
hard men.

Hard as they were, there was still a percentage that 
liked to enjoy a nice piece of male ass, from time to 
time.

Working on ships in confined spaces and out of the way 
lockers were ideal places for the opportunist I would 
suddenly feel a hand squeezing the cheeks of my bum, with 
words like "Oh that would make a nice fuck" and a wink 
and a smile would follow.

If I said nothing and did not protest too much a second 
attempt would follow. This time the squeezing would go on 
for a little longer and again if no protest they would 
take this as a sign of approval. 

"Shit you're giving me a hard one lad."

Their hand would grab mine and place it on their very 
hard erection.

"How would you like that up you?" They would ask.

I would give them a smile and say, "If you would like to 
you can."

On checking to see that there were no other people 
around. I'd remove my overalls, bend over and receive my 
reward. I had my first black man whilst working in the 
yards.

A very excited apprentice was telling us that a black 
seaman on one of the ships had come on to him, saying 
that if he'd like to come to his cabin for a little fun, 
he would make it worth his while with a carton of 200 
cigarettes. (Another story)

At present I was on the train to Southampton where I was 
to join my first ship since qualifying as a marine 
engineer The TSS VENESSA.

As the train clickity clacked over the rails and the 
carriages swayed, my thoughts were miles away, for some 
reason I was thinking back to those days as an apprentice 
and all those wonderful sexual encounters that I'd had, 
first as a young boy and then as a young man. I never 
kept score but it would be in the hundreds. At that time 
I'd never been with a female in the sexual sense. So it 
was males hundreds? Female nil.

I'd always had this urge for sex with a man, but had not 
realized how easy and how many men were attracted to 
other males for sexual purposes.

After I'd been with them I'd hear them strongly deny to 
other guys that they would ever involve themselves in 
such practices and condemned queers and poofta's 

I held my own council not wanting to be the respondent of 
their abuse.

I gazed out the window but was not really taking in the 
surrounding scenery.
The older men, those that had been at sea would tease me 
and say things like "Just wait till you get to sea, 
you'll have plenty of big firemen wanting to give your 
arse a fuck, especially on those hot lonely tropical 
nights, no women and the only relief is the Portuguese 
Hand Pump" There would be laughs galore. 

I wasn't the only one they would tell this to, nearly all 
apprentices were told stories like this.

Some would follow up with an example "I remember there 
was a guy.." It would start with, followed with some 
graphic story. Most other apprentices would look shocked 
at the tales.

I on the other hand would sit and listed intently, 
feeling a stirring between my legs, then I'd fanaticize 
about the same thing happening to me.

Some of the other tradesmen would tell us not to listen 
to such stories.

"You mean it doesn't happen like that I said, a little 
disappointed.

"No .no it does happen but you just have to keep your 
head down and keep out of their way and if all else fails 
tell the chief."

There were a few sniggers and some one said, "Oh yeah 
very good, some of the chiefs are just as bad, they like 
a nice young arse just as much." 

The countryside was now giving way to more buildings and 
I could see the cranes and derricks of the port in the 
distance, as there was a slowing down of the clickity 
clack.

I shook my head clearing it of all those past experiences 
and concentrated on the job in hand.

On arrival, not knowing my way to the docks and having 
quite some luggage I grabbed a taxi. 

The driver knew the way and engaged in conversation, he 
told me if I wanted to know where to go in the city for, 
pleasure. Making quite clear that he knew where ALL the 
fleshpots could be found, to give him a call. Then handed 
me his card.

Well I guess taxi drivers would know most about the city.

The ship had been docked for about fifteen days, 
approximately half it's usual turn around time, leaving 
another fifteen days to go.

I lugged my cases up the gangplank and onto the ship at 
first I could see no one to ask the question "Where to 
next?" 

The ship was huge or seemed so and it took me quite some 
time to work out which passageway led to where.

As I pondered my next move a voice said, "You look lost 
fellah need some help."

I turned and for the first time saw the guy Bull Elliott. 
"Yes I'm the new junior engineer and I'm trying to find 
the engineering quarters."

His face lit up, "Welcome aboard junior." Holding his 
hand out. 

I took hold of it and his grasp was very firm, and his 
grin wide. I wondered how long he was going to hold on to 
my hand shaking it up and down. Then he said, "I'm Arthur 
Elliott, but most just call me Bull."

I could see why. He was a broad guy, not too tall but he 
was taller than my five ft nine.

He was obviously a hard nut and by the look of his face 
had been in a few scraps; his hair was balding dark with 
graying areas and cut very close to the head.

Broad shoulders, stocky body and tree trunk like legs 
holding him up.

"I'm one of the engine room firemen," He explained.

"Oh right so you'll know the way to go," I said.

He grinned even more so saying, "Oh yes indeed I know the 
way to go junior."

It did not register with me at the time what the remark 
meant.

"Here let me grab your luggage, your going to need 
someone to look after you."

"That's awfully kind of you Mr. Elliott," I said.

"Bull, my friends call me Bull."

"Ok Bull."

"Yeah as I said you need someone to look after you on 
board a ship, I'm offering you my services, er, what did 
you say your name was?"

"John."

"Well John, I'm your man."

I was still too na‹ve to realize he was making a play for 
me. I mean hell I'd only just stepped on board. 

"Yeah can't be too careful on board a ship, got to know 
the ropes as it were, you know, some nasty things and 
nasty people, it's always good to have a guiding and 
protective hand as it were"

"Yes well I'm sure I'll watch my step Bull."

He was obviously from Liverpool by the accent, he'd 
picked up my baggage with little effort, and I'd made 
them seem quite heavy.

We eventually made to the engineering deck and quarters.

"I'll put your gear in the mess room till you find out 
what cabin you have allocated; I think the third is 
onboard at present you could report to him, fourth cabin 
on the port side. I'll take off now, don't forget if you 
need some one to look after you just come and see me. 
We'll be catching up later."

I watched as he walked back to his own quarters, as he 
turned into the next corridor, he turned and caught me 
looking at him; he raised his hand in a farewell gesture.

Just as well he was on hand to help me I thought, and 
then went to find the third.

He got me settled in and gave me a cabin, which was to 
remain mine during that voyage.

During our conversation I told the third that a Mr. 
Elliott had helped me.

He said not to trust him, he was a troublemaker and if he 
was being nice it was that he had some hidden agenda.

The cabin itself was quite comfortable.

It contained a writing desk with draws beneath. There was 
a hand basin with hot and cold water, a medicine cabinet, 
wardrobe, bunk with draws underneath and a day bed.

Two large square ports, that could be wound up and down, 
which was a boon in the hot tropics when there was little 
or no ventilation, and the fan was never much good only 
blowing the hot air around in circles.

Work on board during those pre sailing days as pretty 
mundane, doing whatever needed to be done, but most of 
the repairs were carried out by the shore fitters.

Whilst working down the engine room it was becoming 
clear, and that was Bull always seemed to be in the same 
places as I was. I know there isn't a great deal of 
space, but, never he less every time I turned around 
there he was.

It wasn't only Bull, but his two cohorts as well, who now 
always seemed to accompany him.

Trevor Rolands, and Arthur Brightwell.

Trevor was obviously a hanger on, keeping in with Bull 
because it gave him a certain feeling of power. Arthur, 
well he reminded me of a younger version of old man 
Steptoe. 

Skinny, but for all his size and weight was strong.

Thinning hair, and most of his teeth gone, just the odd 
stump here and there when he grinned, he always seemed to 
be grinning, and like Trevor always agreed with Bull.

So this was the dynamic trio that always seemed to be 
around me.

Bull also liked to engage in conversation, and that 
conversation was taking a distinct leaning toward sexual 
activity.

Questions like, "Have you got a girl friend?"

I told him no, I did not.

"Don't like girls eh?"

"Er, I just don't have one at present," I said.

"What about a boy friend?"

"No, no boyfriends either," I said, a little 
uncomfortably.

"No vices at all, well non you want to tell me about, 
eh?" Wink, wink.

It was a continual question and answer time.

At last the day arrived that we were ready to sail, 
everyone back on board, feeling pretty home sick already. 
This was quite usual at the start of a trip but as the 
days passed there was a routine that we all became 
accustomed to and thoughts of the places we would be 
visiting became the topic and the conquests that were to 
be made at the various ports.

A couple of weeks into the voyage and Bull started to 
make his play.

Now the conversation was getting to the point.

"God junior you're starting to look really good, you'd 
make someone a great wife. I'd like to take care of you, 
you could be my wife."

"Hey don't be silly Elliott, I'm a male not a female," I 
replied getting a little worried now.

He just laughed, "Not in my eyes, it's getting to the 
point where I need some bedtime company... You know!" 
There was a grin on his face. "I'll bet you'd enjoy it if 
you gave it a try."

"I doubt it," I replied.

"Have you tried it?" He asked.

"No," I lied.

"Well you see, once you try it you'll just love it. I 
promise."

"I don't have any designs on being a poofta," I lied 
again.

"Oh you don't worry about that, it's a small price to pay 
for all that fun," he said looking at my crotch.

This was the verbal assault, all the time it was the same 
approach.

Then followed the "Hands on" part.

If I had my back to him and he came upon me in one of the 
out of the way places with no one around. I'd feel a hand 
grab at my ass, giving it a tight squeeze.

"Oh my god junior, you sure do have a nice ass!"

"Hey pack it in Bull," I would say. But he'd only laugh 
and take absolutely no notice of my protest.

The next step was to approach quietly from behind, 
grabbing me and keeping my arms pinned to my side. Then 
he would press himself hard into my buttocks. I could 
feel his hard member as he worked himself against me. He 
made mock fucking motions against my butt.

"Oh just imagine how nice that would feel inside you Mrs. 
Elliott."

I had a sudden thrilling sensation run through me at the 
thought of what could happen, I desperately wanted to 
drop my knickers and bend over for him, but I was not 
going to tell Bull that.

"I think you should become Mrs. Elliott junior, make me 
happy and I'll make you happy. What do you think 
fellahs?" He asked his two sidekicks.

"Absolutely Bull, she'd make you a great ships wife."

"There you go, see, they think the same junior, just 
think of it MRS. ELLIOTT, sounds good eh?"

"Look why don't you just try it, just once and if you 
don't like it . well nothing lost but at least you will 
have given it a go."

I made no comments and broke free.

But it would only happen again. This time I thought it's 
time to exert my authority and told him if he did not 
desist from such actions I would report him.

At this he merely smiled and said, "I don't think so 
junior, you do that and your going to find yourself 
swimming to the shore, don't forget that you have from 
time to time, to make that journey aft to examine the 
stern glands, it would be easy to just flick you over the 
side. Just visualize the stern of the ship vanishing into 
the distance, and then it's just you and the sharks' 
junior."

The thought of it made me cringe, he was right, whether 
he would go that far I did not know, but I sure as hell 
did not want to put it to the test.

"Besides I'd much rather examine your stern gland". A 
wide grin spread all over his face.

Before moving away he said "You're starting to piss me 
off Mrs. Elliott I want to hear you saying yes I do, and 
very soon... think about it."

**

I knew he wasn't going to stop; he'd keep on and on. The 
longer the voyage took the more his own frustrations 
would be.

I was right. One day I was in the tank sounding room, 
which was well away from the engine room area.

To get to it you had to pass through a watertight door, 
then along a passageway to the small room which housed 
the gauges for checking the various tanks.

It was a twice daily function to take the morning depths 
and afternoon depths. This particular time it was a 
morning check.

I knew someone was approaching because to gain access you 
went through the watertight door and in doing so for a 
moment you blocked the sounds coming from the engine 
room.

I looked up from the task at hand and knew I was in 
trouble, there before me was the dynamic trio.

"Well! Well! Mrs. Elliott how are you this morning, ready 
to take your vows I hope"

They had taken up positions around me, Bull coming very 
close.

"Listen Bull I've told you I don't..." Was as far as I 
got, I never saw the sledgehammer, well it felt like a 
sledgehammer, that caught me in the solar-plexus. I 
dropped to the deck, the steel plates hot to the touch. I 
was gasping for breath.

He told Arthur. "Go and watch out for any intruders. We 
don't want to be interrupted now do we?"

"Oh shit Bull I wanted to watch the fun," he replied 
excitedly.

"Don't worry, you won't miss out. You'll get you're turn, 
now go."

He scurried away to the engine room.

I watched as Bull undid his belt then his fly, pushing 
his trousers to his hips. Oh god he was already hard. 
What looked like a stiff tree trunk, pointing north, to 
the sky? It was growing from a dense undergrowth of dark 
pubic hair, the hair spreading outward to the rest of his 
body. I think his name would have been better if it had 
been Bear Elliott.

The amount of leg that was showing was also a mass of 
dark hair, the legs thick. The thing that had my 
attention was the large erection just in front of me.

"Now Mrs. Elliott I want you to kiss your master," he 
indicated to his cock.

I still could not breathe properly. He grabbed my hair 
and said again, "Kiss your master," he raised a clenched
fist.

Not wanting another vicious blow I reached out and took 
his warm hard shaft in my hand.

I could see the eye of "Cyclops" staring at me as I 
kissed the head of his cock, then continuing to kiss all 
the way down the shaft, and back up again. Reaching the 
top I opened my mouth and devoured head and shaft as far 
as I could. My tongue played around the top of the head, 
delving into the crevice. Licking, slurping. I made my 
mouth, work its magic.

"Ohhhhh god that's good," I heard him sigh.

After a period of time though he protested, "No, no! 
That's enough I don't want to come in your mouth, well 
not this time." He withdrew from my warm moist enclosure.

Strong arms lifted me from the hot plates, "Take your 
overalls off." I heard Bull say.

I was still feeling the effects of the sledgehammer. With 
trembling hands I undid the buttons all the way down. I 
removed them, first, over left shoulder, then over my 
right shoulder. Letting them drop to the deck.

As I was not wearing any underpants, I was now completely 
naked. Both parties were spellbound and speechless, as 
they gazed at the prize before them.

"God almighty Bull look at that arse, it's a girls 
arse!!"

"And those legs Trevor, look at those legs, they belong 
to a girl as well... we've struck the jackpot fellah!" 
Said Bull.

Hands were touching and roaming all over my back end as 
they explored the prize before them.

"Do you think it's a bloke?" Trevor asked.

They both looked to the front end.

"Well it could be but I'm glad I've got my running gear 
and not his."

"Get him over the hand rail," Said Bull

Now I was dragged across the plates to the hand rail. I 
felt the hot steel bar against my stomach. My whole body 
was sweating, there was very little ventilation and it 
was hot.

"Bend over and grab hold of the hand wheels on the 
valves," said Bull.

I reached down and grabbed the hand wheels, holding them 
tight. I tried to look up to see what was happening.

"Bring that grease tin here Trevor," I heard Bull say. 
There was a tin of grease kept in the room for the 
spindles on the valves; it was now going to be used for 
something else.

Suddenly a finger was being inserted into my anal. It 
contained some of the grease. Bull started to work his 
finger back and forth.

"Now how do you like that Mrs. Elliott, feels good don't 
it? Soon you're going to feel the reel thing...for you it 
only gets better."

More grease, but this time two fingers are inserted, 
reaming out my ass-pussy to accommodate his erection. I 
could now hear him smearing his hard shaft with the 
grease. Oh god it was soon going to happen.

Now I was excited, wanting it to happen. I could almost 
feel it inside me now.

Firm hands were on my buttocks, thumbs prizing the cheeks 
apart. Oh. I felt the hard head searching for the 
entrance; this was the part I loved.

I looked to my left where Trevor was standing there; he'd 
unzipped his fly and was holding his stiff member, slowly 
stroking it. I knew what that meant. First it was going 
to be Bull, then Trevor, and after that no doubt Arthur. 
He was now pressing into me.

"Oh! Ah!" I exclaimed.

"Relax don't fight it, just relax," I heard Bull say.

I tried to relax. Then he continued. Oh yes it was going 
in, I could feel the bulbous head now inside me, oh lord, 
now it would be inch by inch until the whole length was 
inside and then...

The first couple of inches were in me when Arthur came 
rushing into the gauge room.

"It's the second. It's the second!!" He was shouting. 
Suddenly everything was in reverse. I felt the two inches 
being removed and Bull shouting at me to get dressed and 
quick.

Both Bull and Trevor were tucking their cocks back into 
their trousers and zipping themselves up.

My overalls were back on and I was buttoning up. "Hurry! 
Hurry!" Bull was shouting.

He did not need to tell me. I sure as hell did not want 
to explain to the second what I was doing with my pants 
down in the company of two crewmembers.

There was no way I was going to say it was Bulls fault; 
the thought of the deep ocean would ensure I would have 
to say it was my fault.

It was going to turn out at a later date, the second had 
his own agenda. He would approach the situation in an 
entirely different manner.

By the time he arrived all was returned to normal, well 
as normal as we could make it. My breath was back but my 
heart was racing. I felt let down and disappointed.

When the second saw Bull and cohorts there he wanted to 
know what they were up to. Some lame excuse was given and 
they were told to report to the third in the engine room.

The second then asked me what they were doing and I said 
they probably just wanted a sly smoke. After he had 
checked the readings himself he left and went back to the 
engine room.

*

I was left alone with my thoughts. Now I felt frustrated. 
One minute I was about to get fucked (by two guys 
possibly three) and then it was all off. Huh. Arse like a 
girl, well flattery will get you everywhere. I did feel 
flattered. I reveled in the idea I had an arse like a 
girl. (And legs) I'd made my mind up. 

Bull was not going to let go of this, so I may as well 
join him. I'd be his wife. I'd be Mrs. Elliott. I now had 
to find him and arrange to meet up again.
As it happened he found me first.

"We have to finish that business Mrs. Elliott."

"Yes I know Bull. Look I've decided, if you want me to be 
your ships wife I'll do it."

"Hey you liked it didn't you? I just knew you would. And 
I accept your offer. Mrs. Elliott welcome wife."

I suggested we all meet again in the gauge room at two 
pm. Most of the crew, and the second in particular would 
be away from the engine room this period being the rest 
period on board ship, we should not be disturbed.

It was agreed by all parties and I felt a sudden thrill 
and shudder run through my body. Oh god what had I done? 
Well it was too late now. There was no backing out.

Two pm came soon enough and I returned to the gauge room 
to take the afternoon readings. The trio was already 
there.

"No need to hang about, let's get on with it," said Bull. 
He once again instructed Arthur to keep watch.

"Back to where we were Mrs. Elliott get your gear off and 
assume the position as they say in the cop movies."

This time I removed all completely, shoes and socks. I 
placed my overalls, carefully on the hot plates, so as 
not to burn the bottom of my feet. It felt good to be 
naked, the hot air blowing over my body and massaging it.

"Over the rail my dear wife," Bull said.

I did what I was told bending over the rail, again the 
rail hot against my stomach, once again a greased finger 
was inserted, but this time it was a proper lube. Bull 
having come prepared.

He finger fucked me for a while back and forth getting me 
worked up and ready. "Oh feel that my lovely, getting you 
excited for the real thing."

"Oh yes... it feels good."

"Get ready for the real thing Mrs. Elliot."

I reached behind me and grabbing the cheeks of my arse I 
pulled them apart. I could feel the warm firm head seek 
the entrance. Ooooh my god, I was trembling with 
excitement Oh please god, I hope nobody comes and spoils 
it for me. Please, please, please.

I was real relaxed this time ready for it. First the 
head, steady pressure from Bull, oh yes it's in, then 
inch by thick inch with every bit of upward pressure it 
crept inward. I could feel my love passage expanding with 
each thrust.

After a few moments he was saying, "It's all yours wife, 
every last inch."

I would love to have had a mirror so that I could see it 
in action. I felt it pulling back, then, thrust, it was 
pushed back in again. His big rough hands were on my 
hips, holding me, like a vice holds a piece of steel, as 
his own hips started to sway back and forth.

Oh god that felt good. At last I was being fucked, even 
if it was Bull Elliott.

I could hear his exclamations of sheer joy as he swayed 
back and forth. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. In, out, in, out. 
His cock was like a piston on a pump as he moved it in 
and out.

"You love it don't you wife?" He said his own voice 
filled with excitement.

I did not have to fake or lie. "Oh yes Bull, I love it. I 
really love it," I replied my own voice filled with 
excitement.

"See, I told you so. It's well worth being called a 
poofta isn't it?"

"Yes. Yes I never want to be anything else," I said my 
body trembling. I could see Trevor, again he was holding 
his rock hard cock, waiting, wanting his turn.

Each of Bull's heavy thrusts, pushing me hard against the 
hot rail, al but lifting me off my feet as he did so. I 
was looking down into the bilge, I could see all the 
valves lined up in a row, and a small quantity of water 
moving back and forth with the movement of the ship. God 
it was hot, sweat was pouring from the both of us.

His grunts and groans with each powerful stroke "Huh, 
huh, huh... Oh fuck you feel so good wife, nice and 
tight!"

Now he was starting to get the stirring in his balls. He 
knew he was getting ready to come. His sperm was starting 
to percolate. Thrust, thrust, and thrust. With each 
forward thrust his balls slapped against my bum.

"Oh god. Oh fuck!" He was saying as the sperm started to 
come to the boil. Now it was traveling up the hard shaft,
then. Squirt, squirt, squirt, as it spews out the head 
like hot lava out of a volcano. His fingers tighten their 
grip on my hips, with his last thrust.

"Ohhhh fuck! In hell!!" He gasped. His orgasm was 
complete. His warm sticky sperm transfers into my eager 
and welcoming love tunnel.

We stood locked together for a few moments as the final 
drops clear the head. He has now had his satisfaction and 
the once proud cock starts to loose it's hardness and 
recedes. Then fall away.

"Oh god, that was marvelous," he tells me. But there no 
stopping for me, the change over is quick, like a 
formula1 pit stop.

No sooner has Bull pulled out, and then I feel the warmth 
of Trevor's hard shaft take its place. Now the whole 
procedure starts again.

Oh boy now I feel great myself. Bring on the whole crew. 
I'd like them all to fuck me. My love tunnel is fully 
expanded and takes Trevor's cock with ease. Bull is 
putting his cock back in his pants and doing up the zip 
and belt. He leaves Trevor and me alone.

Moments later I hear Arthur return and see his toothless 
grin as he feasts his greedy eyes over my body with 
Trevor screwing the arse of me.

"Heh, heh, heh." He laughs. "Your right he has got a 
girls arse."

I watch as he in turn undoes his belt, unzip his fly as 
he readies himself for his turn. Blowing me a kiss and 
grinning.

With the sweat now poring off Trevor he says to Arthur. 
"Just wait till you get inside you'll think your screwing 
a girl. This is better than a hand job any day." At last 
like Bull, Trevor starts to get that feeling.

"Oh yea! ooh FUCK YEA! oh ah ah ah." Three final thrusts 
and his sperm joined that of Bull's. He holds me tight 
around the waist as he lets his prick finish the job. 
Like that of Bulls, it slowly returns to being slack and 
withdraws from my pussy-ass.

Another pit stop and Arthur is in the saddle. I now feel 
the inward thrust of Arthur as his hard cock quickly 
takes up the void that has been left, skinny legs, and 
arse, humping behind me. Like a fox terrier screwing a 
bitch on heat.

That's how I felt, a bitch on heat. God the way I felt 
now I could have done with a few more guys lined up ready 
to take their turn.

Trevor like Bull tucks his cock back in his trousers, 
buckles his belt and does up his fly. Now it's only 
Arthur and me. His lust for me was just as ferocious as 
the other two. Trevor was right this had to be better 
than lying in your bunk thinking lustful thoughts and 
wanking to them.

I must have lost a few pints of water through sweat, god 
it was hot. Arthur's hands were hot and sweaty as he held 
onto my hips, pulling me onto to the hard pulsating 
shaft.

The Fox Terriers arse was really letting me have it. 
Hump, hump, hump. His balls slapping me on the bum with 
every forward motion.

"Gawd you're a lovely bitch. I'm glad you decided to do 
as Bull asked, I was tempted to rape you myself. We're 
all going to have so much fun from now on." He said.

There was no full pitched cry when his come shot up his 
shaft. He just stopped humping, stayed connected to me 
and as his sperm transferred itself I heard him grunt. 
"Humph! Humph!"

I now had three lots of sperm inside me.

Arthur is now like the rest, Satisfied. (For the time 
being anyway).

"Oh gawd I like you bitch, I'm going to have a lot of you 
before this trip is over," he said.

Now completely drained of love juice he removes his now 
slack tool. I can now straighten up, my body lathered in 
sweat. I watch as Arthur like his two predecessors, pulls 
up his trousers, buckles his belt and does up his fly.

Slapping my arse he says "God you're a pearl of a girl 
Mrs. Elliott, you're a great fuck lass."

I knew I had to get to a shower quick, wash of the smell 
of body odors and come. With the action all over for the 
time being Bull had returned to the scene, asking how 
Arthur liked his fuck. He was naturally full of praise.

He was asked to get lost, and was quick to do just that. 
Bull now turned his attention on me. "You liked that 
didn't you Mrs. Elliott?"

"Yes, yes I did, very much so."

"Well I can tell you there are a lot more cocks for you 
to have fun with, we really are going to have a great 
time together," he said. "Now I've got something to tell 
you, and I'm only going to tell you this once, so please 
listen very carefully. You are now Mrs. Elliott, which 
means you're mine. I own you, lock stock and barrel, so 
please don't do or try any thing silly, you understand?"

"Yes Bull I do," I replied.

"That's another thing, I'm a bit old fashioned, and I 
want any wife of mine to address me as Mr. Elliott, show 
a bit of respect for your husband eh?"

"Yes Bu-- Mr. Elliott."

"Now you are going to be a good wife to me aren't you my 
dear?"

"Yes Mr. Elliott I promise I will."

"Now something else I've been thinking about, I'd like 
you to be called Margaret I think It's a name I like. So 
from now on your name is Margaret Elliott, OK?"

"Bull, sorry, Mr. Elliott I can't be called Margaret, god 
if any of the other engineers hear of this..."

His raised hand stopped me from speaking any further. 
"You did enjoy being fucked like a girl before did you 
not?"

"Yes I did, but..."

"Then you should have a girl's name, and Margaret it is, 
all right?"

"Yes Mr. Elliott, Margaret it is." I kind of liked that 
idea, being called Margaret, although I would have 
preferred some other girl's name. 

"Oh, and one more thing. I want you to come to my cabin 
after dinner and we will have a little ceremony. You 
know, a few drinks and sign some documentation laying 
down the rules, we'll call it a ships marriage 
certificate. Let's say around seven.

To be continued...

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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