Faraway

Selim stood in his kitchen with his two wives, each one holding her dress up high as he cupped a palm on her naked belly.

Bess held up her red-and-orange dress. Her deep brown belly stuck out as usual. He rubbed in circles, feeling her soft warmth, and closed his fingers to give her little squeezes. She laughed.

"Tonight I will be riding you, my sweet fat Bess," Selim said to her.

"And what about me?" Faraway protested.

The tall dark-eyed woman held her gown bunched up under her breasts. Selim caressed her belly with his other hand. Unusually for Faraway, it stuck out in a little curve, and had a decided firmness.

"A ha!" Selim said, looking slightly up into Faraway's face, as she was taller than him. "YOU, my pregnant, prick-teasing giantess, shall attend our lusty young sailor. And remember, both of you, oil your bottom-holes. We have spent so long ship-board that our pricks get hard for any bare bottom, be it beautiful woman, policeman or priest."

"I'll oil YOUR bottom-hole," Bess threatened playfully. "I'm sure that your young sailor would like a turn at you for a change." Selim raised his eyebrows. "Oh, very well," she relented. "He will have his turn on top, shipboard, and might as well learn not to hurt the next cabin boy. Did you hear that, Faraway?"

"Mm," Faraway said vaguely.

"I will make ready the room," Selim said. Bess and Faraway continued to prepare the meal.

Selim chose a room looking out on the garden. Sun flooded its tiles, and would help hold the warmth as night fell. Heavy drapes at the balcony entrance were held back by hooks while the day lasted. He covered the floor with old, soft-beaten carpets and strewed today's fresh flowers about. He arranged two reclining couches near each other for himself and Nils, with a low table between them, and next to the couches, low stools for Faraway and Bess. He filled the oil lamps, trimmed their wicks, and arranged them to spread a warm glow about when it came time to light them.

Selim returned to the kitchen. "Faraway, help Nils finish his bath. Dress him in my old silk lounging robe and bring him to the banquet room."

Faraway bowed and left, her long gown swishing on the floor. Selim caught the edge of a wicked grin on her face.

"And don't tease him!" Selim called after her. "Bess, let us bring out the feast!"

Bess said, "With a will, sir, with a will!" She opened the top of her dress to bare her full breasts, with erect brown gumdrop nipples at the center of large bumpy circles on her smooth flesh.

Selim laughed out loud. "Ah, my darling..." he began.