Nils chooses Selim at first

Nils looked at the near-bare bodies of dark, buxom Bess, tall, ivory-skinned Faraway, and his host, the wiry, sun-touched steersman Selim. His cock swelled to full erection and his mouth felt dry again. Faraway's gaze seemed mocking beneath her hooded eyes, her face half-hidden in a curtain of dark hair. Bess's wide brown eyes were eager, hungry. Selim, who had given him many a hard task shipboard, was giving him a familiar, friendly look.

"Selim?" he said. Everything was a little soft-edged and sparkly.

Selim laughed. "Spoken like a sailor. Though Bess or Faraway will yield their bottoms, if you would."

Bess inclined her head in assent. Faraway batted her eyelids at Nils, lazily but clearly responding to Selim's words.

"Have you actually had your prick in anyone yet?" Faraway asked, raising an eyebrow.

"This port, I was going to..." Nils said. "No."

"Well, then," Selim said. "Tonight you shall have any of us, Nils. Or all of us."

Bess laughed. She provoked Faraway's own laughter, and even Selim chortled a bit.

Selim took a pull from the water pipe and puffed it out, a slow stream of vapor curling up from his lips like a sea serpent between billowing waves. "So, is it to be me?" he asked.

Nils nodded. He felt a swirl of dizziness and spread his arms, resting his hands on the cushions to steady himself. A few deep breaths cleared the unsteadiness. "Yes," he said.

"Let Bess oil you, then," Selim said. "Faraway, prepare me."

"Ha!" Faraway said. "You make us oil our bottoms, and what does Nils do? He chooses yours."

"The night is young," Selim said. "Attend."

Faraway took a little pot of thick oil, coated her fingers liberally, and anointed Selim's bottom-hole without and within. Bess took another pot, oiled her hand, and stroked it along the length of Nils' shaft.

"Lie down, Nils, let me do the work," Selim said. "This can be good if your playmate is receiving you for the first time. He can choose how deep, how fast."

Bess helped Nils recline comfortably. Little sparkles came from the tips of the oil flames illuminating their chamber. He stared at the flames' colorful dance until he felt Selim's hands upon his thighs.

The wiry, sun-browned steersman straddled Nils, facing him. "Faraway, put him in," Selim said. He laid the warm palms of his hands upon Nils' chest. Little ripples of sensation spread from Selim's touch.

"Oh!" Nils called out. The head of his prick pressed against something tight, springy, and oily, which quickly yielded, taking him inside. More tightness and heat.

Selim grunted. "Unhn. There."

More depth, more heat. "Ah!" Nils said.

"Faraway, his balls, his root," Selim directed. "Bess, his lips."

Bess bent over Nils' face. She licked her lips and pressed them to his. Nils moaned. Soft lips, eager on his. Warm hands kneading his chest. His shaft, so hot, tight, and that movement, oh! His balls, a tickling, a squeezing, and fingers sliding to the root under his balls. Nils was overwhelmed by sensation.

Bess broke the kiss and begged, "Master, let me take his spend!"

"Nils, you are the guest, what say you?" Selim said.

Nils stared upward, dreamily. He caught the swish of a curtain of long dark hair. "Faraway." he said.

"Huh," Faraway said. "Well then, my bottom it is." The long-limbed woman moved to squat beside Selim, poised to take his place. Bess extended her hands, helping the steersman to rise off Nils' prick.

Selim sighed as he felt Nils' prick slide out of his bottom. "Indeed, my pillar of womanhood, your bottom is Nils' tonight."

Faraway replaced Selim atop Nils' belly. He felt the tickle of her womanhood's hair, the moisture from between her lips. She arranged her long, broad feet to best balance herself, then rose, reached behind her, and guided Nils' prick to enter her bottom-hole.

Nils couldn't resist a grin at the expression on Faraway's face. So cool and calm she had been, and sharp of wit. Her eyes and cheeks now seemed to clench and twitch to some other will than her own.

"Oh, so good, so hot!" Nils called out. Faraway's bottom was hotter than Selim's, smoother, silkier.

"Yes, Nils," Faraway hissed. "Yes, yes. Take me like a boy. I shall make you a man!"

Nils' hips bucked upward, stabbing deeply into Faraway's bottom.

"AH! Easy!" she cried out.

Deeper, hotter, slicker inside her. "So, so, so, oh!" Nils cried.

"Wait for me, wait for me!" Faraway said. Her long fingers worried at the pearl between her womanly lips. "Ah, AH!"

Faraway bucked atop Nils, finding her release. Nils' prick swelled and exploded inside the tall, ivory-skinned goddess's bottom-hole. The blood sang in his ears and golden stars swarmed the edges of his vision. His body seemed buoyant and without substance, his heart pumping pulses of pure light that rippled through his body and out across the whole earth, sea, and sky.

Nils' second climax drained him of will. He lay, vaguely sensing motion, seeing the flicker of the oil flames, and feeling deeply content. There were words around him, and laughter, and eating and drinking, but Nils floated upon a cloud of joy, feeling like he had melted into the cushions.