Why, all of us!

Selim helped Bess and Faraway in the kitchen, preparing their feast. "What do you think of the young man, eh?" he asked.

Bess said, "A fine young fellow. But all too soon he will be spoilt like his shipmates."

Faraway raised her eyebrows and hummed. "Nice boy." She smiled. "Fiiiiine prick," she said, stretching the compliment.

"I am hoping to rescue the young man from having his first time lost to the tender mercies of Jenny O'Docks and her sisters," Selim said. "I was thinking it is our hospitable duty to welcome him into manhood."

Faraway smiled and lowered her eyelids partway.

Bess laughed, a rich deep sound. "Which one of us?" she asked.

"Which one of us? Why, all of us!" Selim said.

"All of us? Will you part cheeks for him, then?" Bess asked, snorting with disbelief.

"How else will Nils learn care for the young sailors whose bottoms he will plumb in time, save to practice it?" Selim asked. "But from me he will also learn the pleasure of being well-ridden."

Faraway smiled wolfishly. "All very well to teach a sailor," she said. "He must also learn to please a woman."

"And so he shall," Selim said. "Before he quits his breeches, he shall worship at your altars with lips and tongue and fingers. Only then may his prick gain entrance into Woman's temple."

"Then all is as it should be," Faraway said.

Bess grunted her agreement.

"My queens," Selim said with a chuckle in his voice.

"What shall be first?" Bess asked. "You've yarned a long apprenticeship for the young man. I doubt he shall endure, youth though he is."

"A moment. Is all ready?" Selim asked.

The three of them bustled through the final touches on the food.

"Very good, then," Selim said. He loosened the drawstrings of a tiny silken bag. "This shall sustain his long apprenticeship this night. Stick out your tongues," he said.

Bess stuck out her big pink tongue. Faraway eyed Bess, smirked, then looked back at Selim and delicately extended the pale pink tip of her tongue.

He moistened his index and middle fingers and touched them to the powder in the bag, then a finger each to Bess and Faraway's out-thrust tongues.

Bess opened her eyes wide, swallowed and blinked. She frowned. "Is this what I think it is?" she asked.

Faraway hissed. "Waah-ah!" She gave a Selim a fierce look. "Only from you would I take THIS ever again." She laughed, narrowing her eyes. "Will it not be too much for young Nils?"

"In my ladies' tender mercies, he shall not be harmed. I shall measure his dose carefully."

The women eyed each other. Nostrils flared. They could see the erotic **** working in the other as each felt it in herself. They turned to Selim in accusation.

"That she-cat needs no encouragement..." Bess began.

"That insatiable sow will suck him bodily up her cunt-hole..." Faraway started.

Selim's steady gaze quieted the two. He smiled. "Better. Hold peace with each other. He will endure long enough for us all," he said. He mixed Nils' dose into a cup of spiced wine, and a smaller dose for himself. "Lay out the feast. I will fetch our guest."