Part 23

Chapter 16

THE Rangoon - one of the Peninsular and Oriental Company's boats plying in the Chinese and Japanese seas-was a screw steamer, built of iron, weighing about seventeen hundred and seventy tons, and with engines of four hundred horse-power. She was as fast, but not as well fitted up, as the Mongolia, and Aouda was not as comfortably provided for on board of her as Phileas Fogg could have wished. However, the trip from Calcutta to Hong Kong only comprised some three thousand five hundred miles, occupying from ten to twelve days, and the young woman was not difficult to please as she had the opportunity to spend considerable time with the delightful Mr. Phileas Fogg.

During the first days of the journey Aouda became better acquainted with her protector, and constantly gave more and more evidence of her deep gratitude for what he had done.

The phlegmatic gentleman listened to her, apparently at least, with coldness, neither his voice nor his manner betraying the slightest emotion; but he seemed to be always on the watch that nothing should be wanting to Aouda's comfort. He visited her regularly each day at certain hours, not so much to talk himself, as to sit and hear her talk. He treated her with the strictest politeness, but with the precision of an automaton, the movements of which had been arranged for this purpose.

Aouda did not quite know what to make of him, though Passepartout had given her some hints of his master's eccentricity, and made her smile by telling her of the wager which was sending him round the world. After all, she owed Phileas Fogg her life, and she always regarded him through the exalting medium of her gratitude.

Then one particular evening with Fogg sitting beside her in the cabin, Aouda began to weep.

Fogg was immediately alarmed. "'Don't cry, my dear," he said. "You have been badly abused. But when we reach Hong Kong I shall present you with a goodly sum of money... enough to tide you over for a year or so."

Once again I must intervene in Mr. Verne's text to add some mention of my own, shall I say, private encounter with Aouda. I recall vividly what was said - and what occurred, and have done my utmost to convey the words and emotions of that moment in time to the written word. That I have failed miserably is most obvious, but I have done my best.

"Oh my dear, dear, Mr. Fogg, you are so very kind. May I bestow a simple kiss upon you?"

"A kiss?"

"A kiss, yes, in return for the great kindness you have shown me. And of course, for that magnificent rescue from being burned alive."

"You may indeed," I replied and felt myself stiffening. I was of course enamored of Aouda, who was indeed a most beautiful woman, perhaps the most beautiful woman I had ever beheld.

She closed her eyes and waited for me to kiss her. It took me a minute before it occurred to me that she was actually waiting for me, and then my lips softly brushed against hers. The kiss set us both aflame. And in an instant the kiss became two kisses and then Aouda opened her mouth a little and my tongue was probing at its entrance. I was taken aback when she yielded so easily. But when her tongue returned my ardor my hand went to her leg.

"What lovely limbs you have, how firm your flesh is, you are delicious," I gasped as the kiss ended.

"Do you intend to take... certain liberties with me, Mr. Fogg?"

I found myself confessing that, "I... I should like to bed you, Aouda. I am aware you are no longer a virgin, that in fact, you are a married woman and... "

"A widower, Mr. Fogg," she said and her tone was throaty and rich with alluring enticement. She did not think it necessary to inform me that her virginity had been taken by my manservant, Passepartout.

"Have you ever had champagne?" I inquired, having felt a strong need to slake my parched throat.

"No I haven't, but I have heard it has these remarkable little bubbles that tickle one's nose. Is that true, sir?"

"Indeed it is. Wait here a moment and I shall fetch us a bottle or two."

"Wait!" Aouda cried out as rose to make my leave.

"Yes?" I said, pausing at the door of the compartment.

"Please, one last kiss before you depart," she said and I was certain I saw a tear in her eye.

"Of course, Aouda, one last sweet kiss before I depart."

And we embraced for the first time, her breasts bearing down on my chest; my cock, a small pike, rammed into her loins. She moved her hips a certain way and I found myself centered on her cunt and made to pull away for fear of alarming her with my hardness. But she followed my movement, maneuvering herself until I was centered on her once more.

I was gone but a fleeting moment, but it seemed an eternity to me.

Aouda had never tasted champagne and she delighted the both of us with her exuberance as she quaffed her first glass. My sexual lethargy had vanished. All the years of self enforced celibacy were suddenly forgotten.

After the second glass, Aouda became giddy and could hardly refrain from laughing at everything I said. We enjoyed another series of kisses, with me gradually moving down her neck to the hollow of her throat, which I proceeded to lick feveredly.

Giddy or not, Aouda remembered to continue the pretext of innocence with me.

"Oh, Mr. Fogg! That tickles!"

"Really? And how does this feel?" I inquired, nibbling at her earlobe.

"I fear I shall lose control of my senses, Mr. Fogg. This is causing all sort of tingling, you know."

"Tingling, you say?"

"Yes."

"Where exactly?"

"Oh, dare I say it? My breasts for one," then she giggled inanely.

"Care to mention another part of your anatomy that's tingling?" I asked, my face scant inches from hers.

"Mr. Fogg! Really, I hardly know you! But you did save my life, and I am eternally grateful for it. So... if you ask me again I shall answer you."

My erection was about to burst through the confines of my now bulging trousers.

"I fear... I must ask, where then is the other tingling coming from?"

Aouda put her lips to my ear and whispered. "In my cunny, Mr. Fogg, 'tis my cunny that's all a tingle."

Then her hands were on my crotch, lightly touching my erection.

"What!" I blurted.

"I know you care for me!" Aouda laughed gleefully.

"Of course I care for you," I managed to say, then lost my voice as her busy fingers extracted his hardon from within the tight confines of his trousers.

"Good God Al..." I began; then stopped for Aouda had pulled herself closer to my mid-section and lowered her mouth engulfing the head of my wildly throbbing prick with her mouth and tongue.

Aouda began to hum as she sucked. Some days later she would reveal to me that as she hummed, she was reflecting on the variances in size between that Passepartout and myself with regard to our respective shafts. She was laughing throughout her description, but suffice to say, she found Passepartout slightly longer than me. Other than that we were quite similar, at least as regards our respective pricks.

She brought my throbbing prick to a new level of erectness as her tongue played with the very tip. She tried to tease me but soon felt my legs and feet twitching nervously and knew I was about to spend.

Aouda contented herself with merely sucking softly on the head of my prick and was not repulsed when my spunk splattered the entirety of her mouth. In fact, she swallowed most of it although I doubt she took any particular joy in it. But as she would tell me later, I her special hero, and so she kept swallowing, drawing the remainder of my spend right out of me.

She continued to fellate me even as I shrank in her mouth. Only when I groaned and pleaded with her to release me did she back away and rise to her feet.

"No, no!" I cried out. "Come lie with me! I must explore your divine form with my hands and my mouth. I must pay homage to you as you have to me."

Aouda felt a dampness growing between her legs as my eyes beseeched her.

Her breathing rate increased and she started to strain against the constraints of her corsets.

"A minute, please," she whispered and scrambled to free herself of all encumberments, save her veil and tiara and purple top which didn't cover her breasts, but wore under her sari for warmth. I stood up and strode over to her.

Without saying a word, I picked her up and sat her down on the center of the table. Seeing that my cock had returned to rock hardness Aouda lay back on the table; her legs spread, leaving herself open to him. Breathing hard, Fogg leaned over her and rubbed his steely prick against her moist quim. Aouda moaned with heightened anticipation. In a short space of time, she had been widowed, lost her virginity and was about to be taken carnally by her second lover in as many days.

"Is it in?" She inquired, instinctively knowing it would incite me even more.

I sent my prick surging into her at that, marveling at her tightness, her warmth and the velvety smoothness of her cunt.

Aouda thrilled to the feel of me filling her, and the rapture closed in upon her as the first of many orgasms began.

I took my time, using slow, deliberate strokes I thrust in and out, reveling in the very feel of her walls as they clung to my protracted movements. I kissed her and her mouth opened to accept my tongue again and we played an erotic form of tag, alternating it with intervals wherein we sucked each others tongue into our mouths; but always concentrating on the place where our loins were joined gloriously together.

I picked up the pace and wrought a more violent reaction from Aouda than I'd expected, for she came hard, and swept a cup and saucer that had been on the table onto the floor where they shattered into a thousand pieces.

Aouda's head began to swim from the recurring climaxes resulting from our combined thrusting. She now had her legs wrapped around my waist, trying to draw me even further into her. The muscles in her quim were clenching me reflexively and I drew ever closer to spending.

Suddenly I was gushing into her, unable to without myself any longer. Aouda too was spending; her cunt clenching me as she spasmed to her tumultuous climax.

"It's over!" I heard her sob, and my eyes filled at the thought of her weeping at the loss of my member now shriveling up inside her.

Too my surprise and great joy, I found that my shaft was still firm, and so I kept thrusting into her. Aouda marveled at this and wrapped her legs tightly around my waist to ensure I was contained in her.

Each stroke I took forced spunk out of her quim and onto our thighs, thoroughly lubricating we two fornicators, both inside and out. Aouda was now swimming in a surging tide of ecstasy as I managed to continue to fuck in and out of her frothy channel.

"OH! It cannot be this good, CAN IT?" She muttered to herself, but I heard her words and gasped, "I know... it's impossible... but it is happening, tell me I'm not dreaming."

"YOU'RE NOT... DREAMING, I gasped having exerted myself to the fullest.

Aouda spent again on feeling me ejaculating into her for the second time and collapsed, falling straight back, hitting her head hard upon the tabletop.

When she woke up, she found herself on my bed. She saw my silhouette over her and turned to look at me; still not fully recovered from the sexual exhaustion on the table. She freely admitted her head hurt, but she was distracted from the pain by the sight of my newly risen erection.

Aouda examined my body closely for the first time. Feeling the muscles in my chest and arms and running her fingers through the dark hair on my chest. Her eyes bored into mine with such an intense stare that a wave of lust swept over the both of us.

I climbed onto the bed without saying a word and Aouda began to writhe with anticipation. I allowed my hands to roam over her legs, and felt a shiver go through her. I touched her quim with his finger and felt her grow wet almost immediately.

Instead of mounting her, I brought my face down to her crotch. Aouda moaned as I started to nibble on the outer lips of her cunt; then teased them with my teeth. My hands roamed over her outer thighs, then caressed her hips.