Chapter 53: Golfing in Málaga

It was after eleven o’clock Tuesday morning when I woke up. It had been a late night. After a quick shower and a quicker stop on the bridge, I made my way down to the Main deck.

Archara immediately fixed me some fruit and coffee while Maria scrambled me some eggs.

“That was a fascinating story,” Archara told me as she settled down beside me while I ate. “And Roland warned us about you having to repeat it over and over. So we told the girls some parts of it and warned them not to approach you about it under risk of a very sore backside!”

I smiled. I had forgotten that Archara and Captain Alfred were big proponents of corporal punishment.

“However, I will say that they have been trying to be patient, but I know that mine have not been with anyone else since Martinique and their hormones are driving them crazy,” she told me. “Do you understand what I am saying?”

“Yes, Ma’am!” I replied with a grin. “They’re horny and it’s driving you insane!”

“Yes, and I expect YOU to do something about it! Pronto!”

“Okay. Where would you suggest I start?” I asked.

“How about right here,” she grinned as she pushed her tits out at me...

“Great minds think alike,” I told her. Then I took her hand and led her to the stairs. “Which way to your cabin?” I asked. I really had no idea who was where.

Archara led me upstairs and into the Owner’s Stateroom. I paused for a minute as I took in the beautiful interior.

“Actually, this should be your stateroom,” she told me. “But Al and I appreciate the gesture. I have never stayed in such opulence on a ship before. I believe that it’s even better than the palace!”

Princess Archara had grown up in the palace of King Bhumibol the Great, the King of Thailand. Although not in line for the throne because that only passed to the males of the line, she was still an honest-to-goodness Princess because her father was the King.

After a brief sojourn around the cabin, including the large bathroom with a shower big enough for four, and a huge walk-in closet, I returned to see Archara standing beside the bed, watching me and waiting. As I studied her, I felt myself becoming hard. Archara licked her lips slowly and pulled me close. Then she sat on the edge of the bed and engulfed my manhood slowly.

I didn’t last more than a couple of minutes. I had quit trying to compare blow jobs, they were too diverse and they almost always ended in blessed relief for me. However, I did have this theory that the older the woman, the better the blowjob. I was reminded in that moment that I needed to do much more research.

When I leaned down and kissed her, she tried to pull her mouth away, but I wasn’t having any of it. Finally she acquiesced as I turned up the passion. Suddenly she stopped kissing me. I opened my eyes and saw her staring into the mirror directly behind me.

“We were glowing!” she cried.

“You’ve seen me do that before,” I chided.

“Yeah, but I’ve never seen me glowing!” she exclaimed.

She then pulled down the fluffy comforter and bid me to crawl in. As soon as she settled in the bed, ready for me to mount her, I fell down and latched my lips to her pussy and began to gently nibble and suck. Eventually, I moved slightly north and began to do the same to her clit.

Now it was her turn to blow. But unlike guys who need time to recharge, she would get no break from me. I thought that this might be a good time to try for the Guinness Book of World Records on orgasms from cunnilingus. I’m sure there had to be one. They have world records on everything else.

We made it to five before she lurched hard away from me, covering her pussy with her hands as she rolled over on her stomach to try and protect it from further assault.

I quickly tried to spread her legs, but she squeezed them tightly together, so I straddled her upper legs, squeezing them between my knees and then began to run my still hard cock between the cleft of her butt cheeks.

“I know just what you need,” I said to her.

“No! Not there” she cried.

“Then I’ll turn you over,” I said.

“No-o-o!” she cried. “Can’t ... can’t take any more!”

“Then you better hope your ass can take more!” I said menacingly.

I don’t know where that came from. I was going on instinct now.

“No! I’ll turn! I’ll turn!” she cried out.

I lifted slightly and she turned about halfway.

“You must really want me to fuck that ass!” I said with a hiss. Again, I wasn’t sure where it was coming from.

“But I don’t want you to take my poor little pussy! I’m a virgin!” she cried.

Okay. Now I got it! She was role playing. I could do this.

And so the games began.

It was maybe twenty minutes later and lots of dialogue before she let me penetrate her supposedly virgin vagina. Yep. It had been reduced to that. She finally let me put my ‘thing’ in her vagina.

As I lay there holding her, while our breathing returned to normal, I marveled at the ability of some women to fantasize.

After a quick shower and a late lunch, Maria said she would like to ‘talk’ to me in her cabin. It turns out she was nine weeks pregnant and due the end of November. It also happened that her hormones were going crazy, which Carina had explained to me earlier, was very common with pregnant women in their first trimester. So we played ‘How Many Positions Can I Make Maria Climax In?’ which was her favorite game.

This time I took a shower in her cabin because I was too tired to walk all the way up to mine.

After a supper of Monique’s beef stew, Charlotte came and whispered in my ear. Unfortunately, I had to turn her down. What was happening? Was I becoming an old man at nineteen?

I decided to go to bed.

When I pulled back the covers, there was Marta!

“We can just cuddle if you’re too tired,” she said coyly.

Then she proceeded to slide her lips, and her breasts, and finally her wet pussy all over my body. She actually had me so crazy that I didn’t complain when she finally impaled herself on my stiff rod!

Wednesday and Thursday were more of the same. I began to discern a pattern in that whoever delivered my meal to the dining room table was the one that spent some intimate time with me.

Charlotte, Fleur, and Kelly Ann on Wednesday; and Anna and Jenna for breakfast and lunch on Thursday. Mentally calculating that I had covered them all, I was hoping for a break that evening.

I sat down to supper with great apprehension.

Suddenly, Sarah and Samantha sat down on either side of me and grinned at me.

“One at a time or both together?” I finally asked.

“Gentleman’s choice,” they said together.

“Hey, Archara? Could I borrow your key?” I asked.

“My key?” she asked with a furrowed brow. Then she realized what I was asking for and with a really big grin said, “It’s unlocked!”

“It has a bigger bed!” I explained when the twins looked at me.

The twins just about killed me. But I would have died happy.

Friday morning, I sought out Archara before I sat down for breakfast. I had an idea that she was the instigator in all this.

“No more! I’m begging! Please! It’s losing its appeal and I’m beginning to feel used,” I told her.

After giving me some crap, she finally agreed to back off. But I could tell she was having a great time organizing my love life. I told her we’d talk about more after our trip to Málaga.

Then I went out on the stern cockpit and spent the morning cleaning my clubs. I was really looking forward to tomorrow.

Saturday morning dawned bright and clear. We were at the fuel pumps in Málaga by 7:30am and I got the chance to use my credit card to pay $16,000 US dollars for fuel. Then, one of the Captains backed us into our slip. While everyone else prepared to go shopping, Samantha and I just stood on the stern with my clubs.

Just before they left, a small late model Seat Arona (Google it) pulled up and honked. Then the rear hatch sprang open. I hoisted my clubs in the back and opened the front door for Samantha and then climbed into the back seat.

“Do you know what that is all about?” my mom asked my dad as they watched us drive away.

“Your son has a golf match with the highest ranking policeman in Europe,” he told her.

“I hope he hasn’t done anything wrong,” she said worriedly.

“I wouldn’t think so... “ my dad told her. “He said that he was going to invite them to dine with us tonight.”

“Well, I’m glad he let ME know so I could get extra for dinner tonight!” my mom huffed.

(My dad told me about this conversation later.)

Rachel drove Samantha and me approximately twenty minutes to the southwest to a beautiful golf course called Golf Torrequebrada, (pronounced Tore-rik-e-bra-da). They say it was designed by José “Pepe” Gancedo, “the Picasso of Golf”. The locals call it ‘The Golf Course Between the Sea and the Mountains’.

Waiting on us was General Santiago Botello. We had met briefly the last time we were in Spain and he had treated us so kindly, that I had promised to come back with my clubs if I could.

General Botello was the highest ranking police officer in Spain and one of the most respected law enforcement officers in Europe. He kept a low profile, opting to work behind the scenes and allow others to take the spotlight. Not something you would find every day in the states. Or in most of Europe either. However he had made it work for him quite successfully.

“Would you like to place a wager on our round?” he asked politely.

“Sir, I very rarely wager on my golf, but as this is just a friendly round, how about if you win, you will be my guest for dinner on my yacht, and if I win, you will still be my guest, but you will maybe give me some free advice?” I asked him.

“A very interesting wager,” he mused. “I think that I will take you up on that wager. Rachel tells me you have a larger yacht for this trip.”

I looked at Rachel and Samantha in the cart beside us. They were not playing, but I assumed that they would ride along as observers. I was to find that there were also three other carts of agents surrounding us and would follow us throughout the round.

“Would you take the honors, my friend?” he said with a wave of his hand.

He was indicating that I should hit first. I would rather have followed him as I had no idea where to go, but I couldn’t refuse his gesture. If he was any good, it might be the last time I hit first today. So I teed it up and hit my driver straight down the 485 yard fairway.

He followed with an equally fine shot and we were off. Because I so enjoyed our conversation as we rode along, I never really got in the zone. But still, I enjoyed the round immensely.

I did end up beating him with a 68. He shot 71. But as he had been all day, he was gracious in defeat.

“I am amazed, my young friend. I have never seen anyone hit the ball as far as you. I dare say that if you could play more often and focused on your putting, you might be unbeatable,” he told me.

“The course is so beautiful, it was a distraction. And our traveling companions, even more so,” I said indicating the cart that held Rachel and Samantha. “Plus I must say that I enjoyed your company more than I have any others on a golf course.

“You are too kind, Señor,” he told me. “Where did you learn such old world manners while growing up in Georgia, USA?”

“I have traveled quite a bit, lately and I love to learn,” I told him. “I look forward to dining with you this evening. Let’s say eight o’clock? I hope that Rachel will be able to accompany you. And please feel free to send your people to inspect my yacht before you arrive. I understand well that necessity these days. And just so you know, my parents and crew will probably be joining us.”

“You are most kind. And I will look forward to meeting them. Until this evening, then,” he said as he sped away.

Rachel stayed and took us back to the boat. I told her I hoped to see her later.

I had warned Dad who warned Mom and Archara about my plans before I left and they had spent the morning with my credit card, provisioning us for the next part of our journey and for tonight’s special dinner. So when Mom looked at me as I walked up the passerelle, I lifted my hand and showed her two fingers for the number of guests I was expecting.

“What time?” she asked.

“Eight o’clock,” I replied.

“By-the-way, Roland, Carina and Mischa decided to fly back to Cannes. They said you probably knew. So, how did your round go?” Mom asked.

“Very well. The course was beautiful, the scenery was superb. And I won by three strokes.

“I think someone is sweet on a pretty little Spanish police officer,” Samantha teased.

I didn’t challenge her or deny it. I knew better than to lock horns with any of the females on board. Besides, I knew that Samantha had spent the whole morning, sitting in the cart with Rachel and answering any questions she might have about me.

I just shrugged my shoulders and went to shower.

Later, I came down for a quick bite to tide me over until our late supper. Well, at least, late for us. It was pretty normal for Spain.

“Anything I can do to help?” I asked.

“I think we have it all under control,” Monique replied. “Maria has been in the galley, cooking up a storm and humming the whole way. I think she really likes to do fancy dinners.”

“Then I think I’ll go up and grab a nap,” I told her.

“Wait!” she cried. “Why don’t you go talk to the men. They are all on the foredeck, checking out the helicopter pad.”

It struck me as odd, but I let it pass and went to see what they were doing. They were on the foredeck, under the helipad, and they were drinking beer. I grabbed one from a cooler they had with them and sat down to see what they were talking about.

They were discussing the merits and disadvantages of having a helicopter at sea. The possibility of removing the pad and installing armament, and other men’s stuff. I just sat and listened and soon was dozing off. Finally they shook me awake and suggested I go get ready for my company.

I headed for the flybridge and when I got to my cabin, I was in for a surprise. My stuff was gone! I turned and headed back to the salon. I smelled the women’s hands in this.

“We decided that the owner should be in the owner’s stateroom and so we moved your stuff. Al and I moved to the stateroom that Roland and Carina used,” Archara explained. “For now, we’ll leave the Captain’s stateroom empty. Now go and get ready for your guests.”

I should have figured it out then, but it wasn’t until my guests arrived and I saw the seating arrangements for dinner that I cottoned onto their plans.

General Botello was seated at one end and I was at the other with Rachel seated to my right and my parents on the General’s right and the Admiral on his left. With the length of the table, the conversations were more locally located depending on where you were seated. So while the General talked with the Admiral and the Captains and my parents, I spent the entire meal talking with Rachel.