Frank's Escape
Imprisoned
Frank's 221st day in prison, he realized as he scratched a line into the plaster. Thankfully, this cell had a large window, barred at an unreachable height, the window glass long since broken out. So he could enjoy the sunshine as well as the pelting rain. He was lucky, no annoying cellmates, no stuffy, farting air, no reading material. Just nothing, nothing at all. The mattress on the floor was his feudal interior.
They drove him to the interrogation in a locked van, with a black sack over his head, every 2 or 3 days. The trip took about half an hour, he estimated. It was so quiet that he was probably in the middle of a desert, no longer in Riyadh, the capital of Saudi Arabia. No humming noise that radiated a city everywhere.
Until the 72nd day, a brutal officer interrogated him, because Frank was certainly an American spy. Frank could say what he wanted, he got a beating, every day. That's how it has to be, you dirty American! On the 73rd day, no interrogation, no beating. The guards were either deaf and dumb or didn't speak English, whatever. Frank only spoke German and English, not a word of Arabic. How could he?
74 days ago he was arrested in the players' locker room. He was with his team in Riyadh, the capital of Saudi Arabia, for a friendly match. Football (soccer), of course. The Vienna team waited in vain for days, the manager took a taxi to the Foreign Ministry. Everything remained vague. Espionage? The lanky, athletic goalgetter Frank? The team manager and coach wrung their hands and called the Austrian consul. The team flew home without Frank. The consul had a lot to do, especially the hunt for Egyptian female flesh, virgin whores and other outrageously expensive meat took up a lot of time and money. The team manager and coach called every day at first, but Frank remained missing.
He had peace until day 81. Then riding blindfolded in an open Jeep felt like more than an hour through the desert, and another hour through the mountains. When he was allowed to get out with the bag over his head, he heard the city. A port city, without a doubt. He knew the smell of the fish and the salt water well, as he had had a ship in the Adriatic for almost 10 years, every summer vacation. He was led into the interrogation room, only then was the bag over his head lifted and his handcuffs removed. He waited half an hour until the officer came in. The new guy didn't seem to be a thug, he was corpulent and looked comfortable.
The officer, Major Abd El Wahab, had manners, spoke good English and loved classical music. He brought two suitcases with him, one containing a solid record player with loudspeakers, the other containing a good 100 records. The major was completely overwhelmed technically, so Frank politely asked if he should do it, as he could do something like that. "Okay," grumbled Abd and left Frank to work. The record player was up and running in no time at all, Frank ripped open the packaging of the remote control and the batteries that came with it. Major Abd shook his head in disbelief. "I didn't even know there was a remote control!" Frank suppressed a smile. The major seemed to be a laid-back guy, but a technical zero. Frank put a record on and sat down.
The art-loving major started the expensive piece and closed his eyes in ecstasy. Frank now hung his knowledge out the window. "Mozart, Requiem, Herbert von Karajan conducts the Vienna Symphony Orchestra." Damn, Frank was knowledgeable! (He could read, damn it!) Abd El Wahab nodded and nodded, the stereo speakers were worth their money!
Frank jumped up eagerly when the first side was finished. He turned the record and the major said he was hungry. Frank just nodded, the major barked in Arabic into the intercom. They heard the second side, the major occasionally wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. "A grain of sand," he explained, "the damned desert!" Frank nodded understandingly, anything else would have been inappropriate. An uniformed man brought a tray, a magnificent steak and a bowl of bean porridge and inedible-looking pieces of camel meat. Frank had had 80 days to curse the innocent camel, and now the beast was following him here, to this plain interrogation room where the holiest of all requiems was just coming to an end. Damned beast, miserable, thought Frank. Major Abd could read his thoughts and barked into the intercom again. An uniformed man rushed in and quickly took the bean stew with the camel meat pieces.
The major waited patiently, although his steak was getting cold. The next uniformed man stormed in at a run, a plate of steak and a filling side dish in old German Democratic Republic style, the same that had been served in front of the major. Frank offered to swap steaks, but the major did not accept. The uniformed man held a knife and fork indecisively in his hand. He whispered a long question. The major laughed. He took his pistol out of his briefcase and waved it around in the air, chatting in Arabic, then stored it back in his briefcase. Sullenly, the soldier put the (dangerous) cutlery far away in front of Frank and shuffled out. "He's afraid you'll attack me, Frank!" grinned the major. Frank grinned and shook his head. He looked through the records, French baroque music, that fits. They ate with a good appetite, in the background the French were blaring at half volume. The first proper lunch in a good 80 days, thought Frank. The major stressed that a red wine would be more suitable for the food and the music, but we are not in Paris, but in an Islamic kingdom.
Frank was happy to get into the subject. He had once visited Paris for a weekend, Italy, Croatia and Greece by boat in the summer vacation. Yes, and a weekend trip to Budapest, whose old town and monuments were impressive, but he did not agree with the country's politics and left quickly because he heard mostly stupid propaganda from the Hungarians. Brrr!
The major pushed the empty plate aside. He took a notepad and made notes. Paris to Budapest. He looked at Frank with a smile. "That brings us to the heart of the matter. I'm supposed to expose you as an American spy, it's as simple as that. Are you an American spy, Frank?" Frank also pushed his empty plate away.
"No, Major, no! I'm not a spy, not even an American one, and I'm being accused completely unjustly. I live in Vienna, more or less, just making tourist trips like millions of others!" The major let him tell his life story and wrote down key words. Frank only lied about one point, about the number of concerts and opera visits. He thought the major would enjoy that.
The major put his pen aside, he said that was enough for today. He wanted to address one more point. 140 kilometers there and back, more than two hours in blazing heat. Frank nodded. It was very hot under the black sack and you couldn't feel the fresh wind.
Major Abd El Wahab nodded understandingly. He didn't want to subject a cultured music lover to this torture every day. It went against the grain. "But," he said thoughtfully, "I have to interrogate you harshly until you admit everything, Frank!" Frank saw his laugh lines. "Twice a week, that's paltry. What do you think, Frank, three times a week classical music, steak and interrogation?" Frank took the offer with both hands. "Fresh airstream, serious music, steak and interrogation, that sounds good. No one will accuse you of negligence, Major!" The major's fine musical ear did not miss the change. He shook Frank's hand. "Thanks for setting up the record player, Frank! See you in two days!" He went ahead and barked his orders in the soldier's face, even though the guy was standing right in front of him. The soldier nodded and nodded, he said loudly "Lä, lä, lä!" a dozen times, the Lä probably meant yes. He handcuffed Frank and led him out, without the black sack over his head.
They put him in the back seat, fastened the handcuffs and off they went! They drove straight out of the town into the desert, to the east. Frank sent a cheerful prayer of thanks to Saint Amadé, the divine composer, his benefactor. He looked back discreetly, the sea, the big harbor and the big city. He would find out exactly where he was. His hair fluttered in the cool wind. A good two hours later he was in his cell. He was still doing his strength exercises like every day to keep himself physically fit.
During the interrogation the major had told him in passing how it had all happened. Firstly, the Austrian team had won 8:2. Secondly, Frank had scored two goals. Thirdly, when they were marching past the dignitaries, he had only shaken hands with a few of the high lords, but not with the Emir! The Emir, said the Major, slamming his hand on the table, the Emir was the King's representative at the football tournament! thundered the Major, his eyebrows furrowed. Frank now saw that he was in prison for these three monstrous crimes. At least that question was answered.
Mother, oh, mother!
Frank did power training twice a day to keep fit.
The rest of the time he had to think. He was homesick, homesick for his mother.
She had adopted him as a baby. His parents, both of whom had doctorates in chemistry, had been unable to cope with their drug addictions, and now both were dead. Mama was the best mother anyone could wish for. She granted him all of his possible wishes, and rarely asked why and how. Frank had a brilliant mind, an almost photographic memory. Of course he was the best in his class, second place was out of the question. He was a hard-working boy, and he learned a lot more than just the suggested material. In the first grade, at the age of 10, he was given the nickname Shatterhand, a reference to romancier Karl May. He had knocked a much bigger guy, a bully, to the ground with a single fist punch. Of course he was proud of it, but he didn't have to fight in the future - the nickname scared everyone away. He loved football, and it became his favorite sport. So he came to Riyadh, and from there to the dungeon.
Mama was very simple in spirit, we don't want to badmouth her here. She reminded you of a peaceful, obedient sheep, a little gray mouse or a bunny trembling with fear when she was fucked. Four days a week she worked as a reliable, good seamstress in a tailor's workshop. As a seamstress, not as a designer. In special cases she also worked 12 or 14 hours when there was an urgency need. In her youth she had emulated her peers and let herself be fucked by a hundred guys, but it was never enough for a lasting relationship. The gynecologist gently taught her never to have children. She wanted to help the mute girl and arranged the adoption.
Frank loved Emmi, his mother, very much. From an early age he loved watching her take her daily bath. She was not particularly tall, a little chubby and developed large breasts and a large ass very early on. She was not fat and plump, no! He was very, very curious and wanted to know very early on what was hidden under her light blonde, almost transparent pubic hair. She showed him everything and explained everything to him.
You didn't have to explain it to him twice, he thought it through in a flash. His next question was quite clear: why didn't she have a husband, why didn't he have a father? He already knew about the adoption at that time, but Mama had now told him that men and girls also just fucked for fun. Emmi shivered a little in the bath water, which was getting colder. Frank sat opposite her and didn't seem to shiver. He had stuck his big toe into Mama's pussy hole, he thought that was funny.
Emmi sighed and told him how she had fucked lots of guys as a young girl, for fun of course and maybe to find a fiancé. Then the thing with the gynecologist and the adoption. She looked expectantly at little Frank, wondering if he had understood everything? Little Frank nodded thoughtfully. Because she couldn't have a child, she gave up the fun, the orgasm, as he had heard.
"It's a bit complicated, Frank! A man is expecting children, it's in his genes. I don't want to deceive any man, that would be damn unfair. And if I hooked up with one man just for the sake of fucking and then the next, and so on, then I'd be a whore. And I'd rather be a seamstress, that's my best job." Frank looked at her with his wise eyes and smiled. "I'd much rather you were a seamstress than a whore. I've read quite a lot about whores and I think it's a dirty, unhealthy profession. Whores don't get any fun out of fucking, they have to do it for money with everyone, even the unpleasant and nasty characters." Emmi's eyes glittered with pride at how cleverly he thought about the matter. "And you certainly wouldn't like being a son of a whore, a son of a bitch!" Emmi concluded the topic.
From then on he saw Mom's body with different eyes. Couldn't he give her any fun, any orgasm, he asked as he snuggled up to her naked body in the evening. Mom smiled. "Women don't need orgasms as often as men do. When I wake up in the night covered in sweat with a throbbing clit, I masturbate straight away, then I have a rest for a while. That happens once a month at most. But men need it every day, most of them anyway."
She masturbated Frank every night since he could ejaculate. She left out her beautiful, silky nightgowns that she had sewn herself. But she didn't want to ruin them by his squirting. Frank, in any case, was delighted that they were now both naked in bed. She sat cross-legged opposite him and rubbed his cock, she had practiced this a lot since her school days. She allowed him to touch her pussy, her clit and also her pussy hole while she masturbated him. This worked well for years until he hit puberty at 12.
"I like to fuck you, Mom!" said the rebellious Frank over and over again. She shook her head firmly. "No, big boy, you're still much too young to fuck! Besides, it's not right to fuck your own mother, you understand that, don't you?" Frank shook his head firmly. "I've read up on it, you're not my biological mother, so it's not incest, not incest!" They didn't get any further on this matter, they had different understandings.
Emmi met him halfway, a compromise. She would let him fuck her in her asscrack, between her ass cheeks, and let him squirt. Frank wasn't sure, but he wanted to try it. "For the sake of peace," he grumbled sullenly. Mom lay on her side, held her big, fat asscrack apart with her hand and guided his cock into her asshole. He started to fuck, he had secretly watched porn on the Internet. "It's too dry, I have to moisten my cock!" he diagnosed. She grumbled when he put his cock into her pussy hole, not for the first time. She grumbled again because Frank was already squirting inside as he penetrated her cunthole. "Now it's really wet," the smart guy announced, fucked her asscrack and squirted there. Mom continued to growl for a moment, then hugged the little rascal and gave him a goodnight kiss on the lips.
It went on like that for two years, exactly like that, and it was good. Sometimes Emmi felt her clit getting hot, and then she masturbated immediately. No, she didn't want to seduce him, but when he came first, he put his chin on her ass cheek and watched from there, and that was fine with her. About every ten days his cock would stray into her pussy hole. She got a strange expression on her face, first like a phlegmatic sheep, then like a timid rabbit, letting herself be fucked trembling. Mom let herself be fucked in exactly the same way, trembling anxiously, biting her lip and very scared. He really enjoyed fucking Mom's pussy hole and finally squirting his full load inside. He fell backwards, exhausted; it was hard work. He didn't listen, or only half listened, when she complained about her suffering and scolded him. She knew herself how hollow, half-hearted and unbelievable her murmuring sounded.
In the following months, Frank shortened the time interval. At 16, he usually fucked her twice from behind, every night. The ass crack had finally served its purpose. Frank was always fascinated by her transformation into the little, trembling bunny, the confused, sweet female rabbit who let herself be rammed from behind, trembling and shaking. In the end, she looked at him in incomprehension, a stupid, patient sheep who didn't understand being fucked at all.
Soon after he started fucking her regularly, she gave up complaining; Frank wasn't irritated anyway. She resignedly accepted that he fucked her from behind every night right after she went to bed. To make it easier for him and to feel it better herself, she spread her ass cheeks wide. She had never masturbated very often before, but now she did it almost every evening when she was being fucked. It didn't bother her at all that after he had ejaculated he would put his chin on her ass cheek and watch her masturbate and orgasm. She let him kiss her goodnight on the lips, then Frank turned off the bedside lamp.
Run for your life!
Frank's days flew by, every other day he was driven to the small port town of Yanbu Al Bahr on the Red Sea to enjoy music, steak and interrogation with Major Abd El Wahab. It was like a vacation, the major's interrogations were more like light-hearted chat. The 2 hours there and 2 hours back never got boring. In a speeding jeep they drove through the mountains into the scorching hot sand desert. Frank gradually understood the fascination that captivated László Almásy, the Lord of the castle of Bernstein, Lawrence of Arabia alias Thomas Edward Lawrence, Alexandra David-Neel and Isabelle Eberhardt for life. Each time the endless sand desert presented itself in a new guise. Frank was impressed by how perfectly the open jeep shot over the sand track at over 120 km/h.
Thank God the rules became more and more relaxed, the handcuffs were no longer chained to the jeep, later the handcuffs were removed altogether and the water bottle was pressed into his hand, giving the handcuffed man a drink at that speed was clearly a completely unnecessary trick.
All of this contributed to his escape.
It was the 221st day. The lightly chatty interrogation with Major Abd El Wahab came to a cheerful end, a corpulent soldier escorted him to the jeep. The fat guy lit a cigarette and was left astonished when the jeep drove off without him. In front of Frank sat the officer, who always got seasick on the fast journey. The driver, a scoundrel with a very distinctive hooked nose, drove his rally like a fool as always, but he could never make the seasick officer vomit. He took a 90° turn in the city, sparks flying, and gravity made Frank tumble out like a sack of beans.
Frank rolled instinctively, without ever having practiced it. Even as he rolled, a shiver ran down his spine. He was free, having escaped without having planned it. He immediately ducked into a tiny, shady side street.
Free!
He was wearing a clean shirt and pants that had survived the fall unscathed. He dusted himself off and took stock. Shirt, pants, nothing else. Nothing, not even a trouser button! He laughed inwardly. He could imagine the officer holding on, white as a sheet, and the executioner of Baghdad pressing the accelerator to the stop. Frank laughed out loud as he imagined their astonished faces - the back seat EMPTY! He walked quickly, without running, towards the sea, towards the harbor.
When he reached the harbor, he slowed down. As a stowaway? Stealing a sailboat? His eyes kept sliding over the large, brand new motor yacht. Why bother with pennies? He was on the run, without a doubt. He was confident he could steer the motor yacht. He walked out of the pontoon with determination, the new yacht owner.
Two men in suits, obviously armed, stood motionless next to the cabin door. A hurdle, that's for sure. But it was HIS ship, he had to get rid of them. He soon forgot how it all happened. Two punches from Shatterhand, somehow. He opened one of the shelves and found ropes. He tied up the two unconscious men, stole one of them's cell phone and put them both under a tarpaulin on the pontoon. The starter key was in the ignition. A single person just couldn't be that lucky!
While he had turned the key and the ship was coming to life, he wrote a text message to his mom. "I was just able to run away, I'm fine, I'll text you again." Send. He stood in the helm and looked around carefully. He knew most of the instruments, others were self-explanatory. The fuel gauge showed 5,762, whether that was nautical miles, kilometers or liters was unimportant at the moment. Whatever it was, it was enough. The chart plotter showed the position right on the pontoon, OK! Lots of clearly labeled buttons, the ship had obviously been produced in England.
And immediately he discovered the strangest of all buttons.
STEALTH MODE.
Instinctively he flipped the switch, a red control light flashed three times. Before his eyes the ship disappeared under a cheese dome. So that was STEALTH MODE? The ship could make itself invisible!? He almost jumped up in surprise. That changed everything, really everything!
He wanted to leave immediately. He had no time to lose. It would be an acrobatic feat to properly untie the shore lines. He picked up the small hatchet next to the fire extinguisher. He looked for the button for the passarella. He found it, GANGWAY. He pushed, the passarella was raised with a quiet whirring sound and disappeared inside the ship. He hacked through the 8 mooring lines with the axe, the wind drove the ship out into the harbor basin. Frank looked intently at the pontoon, the pier, the harbor, but no one seemed to see the large ship drifting away. He waited another 100 meters, then started the engines. They hummed almost inaudibly at idle.
Heaving a sigh of relief, he gave it a little gas and headed north, towards the Suez Canal. His stomach growled, he was hungry!
Princess Lea
He looked at the chart plotter, he was well out, far away from the tanker route. No obstacles anywhere in sight, so he slowed down to idle and went down to the galley, as they call a kitchen on a ship. He found ham and cheese slices in the fridge and flatbread. He sat down at the large dining table and ate greedily. He leaned back, full, his head against the wall.
He immediately sat up. It was the quiet giggles of girls that had startled him. He tore open the door. With a single glance he took in the scene. Three naked, young girls staring at him. They were wearing only briefs and thongs, covering their breasts with their hands. He barked in English, "Get dressed, come out, now!" and slammed the door again. He sat down at the wheel, it was all so strange, so surprising!
Three girls lined up in front of him. They were wearing classic harem dresses, he assumed. They were dressed in semi-transparent jackets and ankle-length pants made of thin, semi-transparent material, their bras and thongs clearly visible. No sandals, no slippers. The two on the left and right bent their knees, the one in the middle looked at him haughtily. There was something wrong in this scenario, something fishy. He looked into everyone's eyes, searching. He laughed loudly, the one in the middle couldn't be the mistress, the one on the left was!
He held out both hands and ordered the two to go and swap clothes. He looked sharply at the one kneeling on the left. "You're the mistress!" Two minutes later they came back, the one in the middle was the right one. He tapped his chest and said, "I'm Frank from Austria, a soccer player, and I played against a Saudi Arabian team in Riyadh. I was locked up for over 220 days because I was thought to be a spy. I escaped today and stole this beautiful motor yacht."
The princess lowered her head in a brief nod. "Frank," she pointed to the older one, "this is Alayna, my servant," and pointing to the other, "and Fatme, also my servant. I am Princess Lea from the house of..." and Frank didn't even take in the long list of her ancestors, it wasn't important to him. He preferred to look at the underwear of the three girls under his eyelids. He hadn't fucked for 250 days, and masturbation was no real substitute. Fate, or a goddess with infinite empathy, had brought him here, alone on a magnificent motor yacht with three beautiful girls and almost a year of sex deprivation. The play had already been written, he just had to play his part according to the script.
He had, of course, been listening to Princess Lea with half his attention. She had just said that this motor yacht, the 'Alraayie', had been given to her by her father for her 16th birthday. It was the maiden voyage, so to speak. And Frank had now kidnapped her. Papa would look for her, move heaven and earth. Frank sat up straight. "Princess, dear Lea, I only wanted to steal a ship, that is the absolute truth! I had no idea that you, Alayna and Fatme were on board. I have not and do not want to kidnap you three ladies, for God's sake! I can bring you ashore at any time, wherever you wish!"
Princess Lea became thoughtful. She whispered to her servants. "No, Frank, we're staying on board, of our own free will. I'm not going to let you steal my birthday present just like that. I'm staying on board, I'm as firm as iron! I'm allowing you to use my ship to escape. I can't and won't go any further!" Frank didn't even have to think for a tenth of a second. "Wouldn't it be wise to send your father a sign of life so that he doesn't search for us pointlessly and maybe stop my escape?"
Princess Lea thought about it. She considered how best to sell it to her father. She was very young, very trusting and a little bit naive, and of course she was no match for the older agent.
Together they put together a text, a romantic-sounding trip of three wild teenagers to Bab El Mandeb, the southern gate to the Red Sea. Everything was perfect, the ALRAAYIE was the perfect ship. — Princess Lea chatted with her father. Frank had no idea what the two were talking about. But he understood that she kept holding the cell phone further away from her head and pressing the off button. He looked questioningly at the princess. "He wanted to know who and why had knocked down the two bodyguards! I couldn't go on, the connection broke off." Princess Lea's eyes were violet and looked as innocent as an icy alpine lake. Frank knew that he must never turn his back on her.
In the Red Sea
Alayna and Fatme were working in the galley. Frank told Lea that it was he who had knocked down the two bodyguards. Lea nodded, "Football player, not spy?" she smiled. Of course she didn't believe the story about the football player. Not for a moment. Lea smiled sensually. "We had fun with the bodyguards all night, dear Frank, but that has to remain a secret, seriously." She glanced at her girls. "We took turns luring the men into our cabin. Fatme has only been with me for a short time, she was raised to be chaste like your Christian nuns. I wanted her to see a real man's cock, to touch it, to pull back the foreskin and to see the tip of the penis up close. The men didn't mind, they knew that Fatme and I were virgins. Then Alayna finished it, she is older than us and no longer a virgin. She didn't mind being fucked six times a night by the two men."
Frank smiled into her violet eyes. "I understand, I was 16 once too, we boys also wanted to know what the woman looked like under the thong. We just didn't have the courage to fuck her back then, even though she was fully expecting it." He grinned, it wouldn't be difficult to get Lea aroused and fuck her.
It was interesting that Lea mentioned that she was the only one who spoke fluent English, Alayna understood it a little, Fatme not at all. The four of them sat down at the table, the two girls had prepared and served an excellent meal. He looked in vain for a bottle of wine, Lea smiled, "We Muslims don't drink alcohol." They stuck to iced rose water. Alayna was the only one smoking. Frank hadn't smoked for at least 10 years, now he took one and smoked together with the 18-year-old. He checked with a glance at the chart plotter that they were staying on the path, here and there he corrected the autopilot by one degree. Night had come surprisingly quickly, he looked for an uninhabited bay that was not marked as an anchorage. About 600 meters from the beach he dropped anchor, there was 8 meters of water under the keel. He turned off the engines, only the quiet hum of the generator could be heard. Despite the air conditioning, the night was scorching hot.
The girls had cleaned the galley and dining table until they were sparkling clean, and now they had disappeared into the large cabin. Frank hid the key, although he had nothing to fear from the girls. A reflex only.
The mermaids
He entered the cabin, three pairs of eyes turned to him expectantly. The motor yacht had cabins for 12 guests, but sleeping with the girls was safer and certainly hotter. He looked closely at the girls' bodies while he took off the major's shirt and trousers. Alayna's breasts were a little bigger than the others. She had a landing strip maybe a centimeter wide, Fatme and Lea were hairless. Frank hadn't seen such pretty girls' pussies for a long time, and he was keen on all three of them.
He pointed to the left edge of the bed, "I'm going to sleep here!" he said firmly. Lea nodded in agreement. Merciful, he thought. Fatme's eyes were glued to his cock, perhaps she was the hottest of them all. He made Fatme happy and pulled the foreskin back over the glans. Fatme's eyes flashed. Lea whispered to the girls. Frank lay down on the bed, his cock pointing provocatively towards the ceiling. The whispering had stopped. Lea whispered half-loudly. "Alayna wants to lie down next to you, Frank." He nodded and reached out to Alayna. She lay down next to him, half on top of him. She was a very beautiful 18-year-old, his skin felt her hot body. Alayna whispered something. Lea translated, "My darling, lord and master! — It doesn't mean anything, Frank!" she said somewhat sourly. He hugged Alayna and kissed her on the lips. She returned the kiss, which seamlessly turned into a French kiss. They caressed each other, embraced each other, dived into each other's throats. Their tongues, belligerent and cheeky. Yes, Alayna had the hang of it, she knew exactly how to heat herself and her lover up. Frank thought for just a moment that they were lying in bright light, in front of Fatme and Lea.
Alayna was dominant, she climbed on top of him and stuffed his stiff cock into her pussy. She sat up, she shook her head, her long black hair almost down to her waist. She mumbled something as she began to ride him. Whatever she said, he mumbled loudly "Okay, okay!" Her face beamed and she hissed with a grin "Fucking, fucking, fucking!" Frank grinned with great satisfaction and grabbed Alayna's rocking hips. He supported her as much as he could during the fucking. Fatme had laid her face on the princess's chest and watched the fucking with wide eyes. Frank was able to hold back his squirting for almost half an hour. Alayna was no longer galloping, she raced the last few meters to orgasm.
Alayna had reached the peak. Her pussy hole was raging with pleasure, her fine ass cheeks were dancing a wild rhythm. She threw her hair wildly around her sweaty face, then sank onto Frank's chest with a deep sigh. Frank hummed contentedly and squirted jet after jet into Alayna's pussy. When he had finished squirting, she slipped off him and laid her face on his chest. Seconds later, she had fallen asleep, exhausted. Frank felt for the buttons and pressed one. Three glass hatches opened in the ceiling and clicked into place. Small sails had unfolded under the glass hatches and let a cool breeze flow in. Frank waited until Fatme and the princess had laid down and turned off the light. Lea and the girl whispered for a little while, then it was quiet. In the silence he heard a very quiet sound that he knew well, from Mom. A rubbing finger produced a quiet, almost inaudible wet sound. Frank grinned in the darkness, the two girls masturbated almost silently. He was far too exhausted to listen to the end, his eyes were closing.
Frank woke up at dawn, a habit he had picked up in prison. He went silently into the galley and made coffee. A quick glance around, everything was quiet. He switched on the electronics, looked at all the displays. The generator hummed quietly, maintaining STEALTH MODE. The anchor held, not because it was anchorage, but because he had weighed it down with far too many meters of chain that evening. Not good seamanship, he knew that of course. But he couldn't anchor at the designated anchorages. Well, thank God it was a quiet night.
He was already drinking his third cup of coffee and had already sailed the yacht north for an hour when one girl after another crawled out. Only the princess had taken the time to put on a thong. Alayna grabbed his waist possessively and kissed him on the lips. Frank pointed to the coffee machine, "There, there's fresh, hot coffee!" Alayna got a full cup for the princess, herself and Fatme, and they drank it black. Alayna sat down next to him on the bench. She had understood that he was not in the mood for cuddling so early in the morning. He pointed to the displays and said what was there. Alayna nodded, but Lea sat down next to them and translated.
In the reefs
Fatme asked if she could call her mother, which she did every Friday morning. She went into the cabin to make the phone call after Lea had told her what she was not allowed to tell. Frank told Lea and Alayna that they were just passing Marsa Al Qadi Yahya, that they would spend the night again in a safe place in the reefs of Lahatah that evening, and that they would spend the next night again east of Suez, somewhere 5 or 6 miles southeast of the city of Suez. Then they would heading north, from Port Tewfiq into the Suez Canal. He dared to steer the yacht between or next to the tankers.
The princess nodded. "That's a good plan, Frank. Since you're taking the route along the eastern coast through the reefs, you'll probably have to spend the whole day at the helm. Alayna and Fatme will serve you, I'll order them to." Frank nodded, he wanted to stay off the tanker lane and navigate through the reefs. They drove briskly north.
The only thing that worried him was the wake of their yacht. From the satellites you could see the wake of the otherwise invisible ship. The Americans had such satellites. He certainly had nothing to fear from the Americans if they knew that he was drawing the bright line in the water. But they certainly didn't know that it was him. He thought for a long time about whether he should report to the USA, but he dismissed the idea for the moment. Maybe he slipped under the radar. The day was quiet, with no special incidents.
Today, however, he was better prepared and dropped anchor in 6 meters of water in the middle of the reefs, a good 4 nautical miles from the coast. Here they were safe, he double- and triple-checked everything, then sat down to dinner. The girls had prepared a delicious meal, there was delicious lamb. He had told them that for a year he had only been given camel meat, twice a day, from very old, very tired camels. Fatme had smiled and whispered to the princess. Lea giggled. "Frank, Fatme says there is a lot of good camel meat in the freezers, first choice! And she knows how to make camel meat taste like finest veal!" Frank still didn't trust the whole thing.
He'll take care of the ship, the galley belongs to you women! He fell silent, he spoke like a backward man, a thoughtlessly stupid man. Lea translated it, then she got him involved in a passionate discussion. Women's rights. She had gotten her driver's license and mostly drove the Mercedes herself. Her mother, grandmother and great-grandmother had never been allowed to do that, because women in Saudi Arabia were only half human. Frank stubbornly corrected the princess when she said "you Americans" or "with you in America". "We Austrians" and "with us in Austria", because he didn't want to let her in on his secrets. No.
He checked everything twice and three times, the ship was safe here. The girls had tidied up the galley and dining table and were waiting for him in the cabin. He could hardly bear to look at her nakedness. Alayna looked at him possessively, he lay down next to her. It was almost as if they had agreed how she fucked him. "Alayna on top, Frank bottom," she whispered imploringly. He nodded, she was a dominant character, but that didn't bother him at all. She brought on her own orgasm, he held back until the end. She collapsed over his chest, she slid down and hid her sweaty face in his armpit. Alayna fell asleep instantly.
Fatme had watched the fucking with moist, shining eyes. Now she detached herself from Lea's body and slid towards him, pressing her childlike, virginal body against him. "You are my master and lord, Frank," translated Lea. "Please caress me, my body belongs to you!" said Lea. "Fuck? Do you want to fuck me?" Lea continued angrily. Frank shook his head. "La, no!" said Frank energetically, "La, no!" One of the few words he had learned from his guards. He pressed Fatme's slim body against him. Her breasts were childlike, her pubic area completely hairless. On one side was Ayla, sleeping soundly, on the other side was Fatme, whose velvety skin he was stroking. He couldn't have said why he didn't want to fuck her now. She turned her lower body so that his hand slid over her naked, childlike pussy. He avoided touching her clit as much as possible, although she was unmistakably pressing it against his fingers. No, he didn't want that either, and took her fingers and placed them on her clit. "Neam, yes!" he whispered. Fatme hesitated for a long time before she began to masturbate. She began with slow strokes, but quickly increased her pace. He stroked her breasts, her cheeks, her face. He felt her thighs and buttocks trembling. Her orgasm was hard, but she suppressed the outburst. He looked into the princess's violet eyes for a long time until she looked away. He opened the roof hatches and turned off the light.
The next day was very exhausting. He often had to look through binoculars at the reefs and black heads, which were often only visible directly at the water's line. He had browsed through the captain's laptop and discovered that there were, among other things, two underwater cameras in the bow. That was an important discovery; now he could look ahead a good 50 meters underwater. He could accelerate calmly; now navigating forward was easy. He stayed on schedule and looked for a good place to spend the night; anchoring was easy too.
He sat down at the dinner table, the girls were still cooking. Lea spoke in a whisper. "Fatme really wants you to fuck her, Frank! She's a servant, a slave, as you Americans would like to see it. The hymen has no meaning for her caste, she'll probably have to fuck when the Emir has guests." Frank asked the princess what she thought about it. She wasn't particularly enthusiastic, there could be tension with Alayna, that was her biggest concern. Apart from that, she didn't really care if he fucked Fatme.
The dinner was delicious, veal with roasted dates, said Lea. When he was finished, Fatme smiled broadly into his eyes. "Camel," said the girl, "camel!" Frank nodded disapprovingly. "For the first time, I really enjoyed camel meat, Fatme!" he had Lea translate. Fatme beamed happily and came around the table. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Shukran, thank you!" she said happily. She kissed him on the lips repeatedly. "Fuck, Frank, fuck?" she asked expectantly. He nodded, "Yes, fuck, if you really want it!" translated Lea. She did not translate Alayna's protest. She hissed with Alayna, energetically, demandingly, commandingly. Frank remained silent.
He checked everything twice and three times, it was not a good anchorage. He checked the position of the anchor and the pile of chains with the underwater cameras. It would hold by it's weight. He went into the cabin to the girls. Of course he felt the tension. Alayna sat in bed sulking with her arms crossed. He knew instinctively what he had to do. "Alayna, come, come to me! First Alayna, then Fatme!" Lea did not have to translate it, Alayna's eyes lit up. Lea whispered with Fatme.
He hugged Alayna, cuddled with her intensely until she mounted him. She rode him expertly, her head thrown back and her hair reaching down to her hips. She rode, galloped and ran towards her orgasm. She grabbed his ears as she sprinted the last few meters. Her abdomen trembled and twitched, her pussy hole squeezed the last drops of semen out of his cock. Then she collapsed on top of him, her buttocks shaking for a while. She slid down, buried her sweaty face in his armpit and fell asleep seconds later. He was still gasping for breath when Fatme snuggled up to him. "I need a few more minutes," Lea translated and added a lot more. Frank gently released himself from Alayna's arms. He stroked Fatme's silky skin. Ten or fifteen minutes later he was ready again, his cock almost stiff. "I want to kiss you properly, Fatme," he said. "French kisses?" asked Lea and he nodded, French kisses. Lea quickly gave Fatme a dry course. Fatme, the innocent country girl, approached with open lips. Her first French kiss.
After a short while, Fatme had the hang of it. Frank's tongue triggered a twitch in her clit, and after a short while she was hot as an oven. Frank laid her on her back. She lay down willingly, spread her legs, and hugged him. The tip of his cock blindly found its way to her pussy hole. He gave her a deep French kiss and pierced her hymen with a single jerk. Fatme bit his tongue in shock. She opened her eyes wide, amazed and confused. Frank fucked her, slowly and powerfully, and thought of Mom. Fatme was surprisingly easy going, she twitched from orgasm to orgasm. The princess watched, fascinated. Frank waited until Fatme had another trembling orgasm and squirted his full load in firm jets into her pussy hole. He was dead tired, exhausted and worn out. He sank down next to Fatme, it was enough. Wedged between the two girls who were sleeping in his armpits, he felt for the buttons, opened the hatches and turned off the light.
The next day was very strenuous again. Frank steered through the coastal reefs, in the distance you could see the tankers heading towards Suez one after the other like a herd of elephants. A good 7 nautical miles southeast of the city he hid the yacht between the reefs. The anchor dropped at sunset. Frank sat down at the table after double and triple checking everything. Lea had been transformed since that night. She had sat quietly next to Frank in the cockpit for hours, watching him navigate. Her hands sought physical contact, she stroked his back, his bare bottom and held his hand. He was just amazed, what was going on inside her? He did nothing, but she was clearly seeking physical contact. He was at a loss and remained silent.
There were roasted chicken pieces with palm pulp puree. It tasted excellent, but Lea was unusually taciturn. Alayna and Fatme hissed, apparently it was about the downfall of the Orient world or a nighttime car breakdown on the Arlberg. He wouldn't have been able to tell the difference. But it was clear that he, Frank, played a major role in the drama. The fight was over. Alayna and Fatme looked at him expectantly. Alayna gathered all her English. "Frank. Alayna first, Fatme two!?" Frank almost had to burst out. Women!
Frank didn't notice the sharp look from the princess, who had listened to all this in silence. He nodded. "Yes. Alayna first, then Fatme. That's okay." Fatme just pulled a pout for a moment, but laughed along with Alayna, linking her arm with hers. Indeed. Women!
The sad princess
When Frank entered the cabin in the evening, Lea wasn't there. She sleeps in the front cabin, Alayna stammered. He knocked and entered. Lea pulled the headphones out of her ears. She wanted to sleep alone tonight. Her gaze was that of a wounded antelope. Frank asked what was wrong. She started, "the fucking..." She stopped. "I want to sleep alone tonight, Frank! Please!" Frank stood in the doorway, undecided. She was calm, there didn't seem to be an emergency or a major problem. She didn't want to watch the fucking, he understood that. It was her decision, albeit unexpected. He said goodnight and left. Two cute young girls were waiting for him to fuck him and let him fuck her.
Alayna took the position of the rider quite naturally. Possessive. He didn't mind letting her doing the work and seeing her face while she did it. She walked, ran, galloped and raced to her orgasm for 20 minutes. He just had to hold back his ejaculation until her orgasm raged. She sank on top of him, her buttocks trembling for ages. Then she pulled out his semi-hard cock, sank down next to him and immediately fell asleep. Fatme lay down next to him, but she knew she had to wait. She played with his foreskin and marveled at the miracle of the growing erection.
He fucked the little girl, who obviously found the fucking enjoyable. Sighing and moaning she flew to the next orgasm after the first one, Frank's targeted thrusting in the right rhythm kept her in seventh heaven, in the paradise of lust. Frank wasted no time, he had originally wanted to hold back his ejaculation in this second round, as long as necessary. He no longer held back his ejaculation, he relieved himself without considering her timing.
The next day was exhausting and critical. He crept between two tankers with the invisible yacht and passed Port Tewfiq, the entrance to the Suez Canal, unseen. He would now stay between the tankers for 2 days. He stayed in the wake of the one in front so that his wake would not be noticed. Navigating was not complicated, just exhausting.
Lea sat in the bow, a little mermaid who dabbed the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief. He called to her to come to him. Frank shooed Alayna and Fatme out. Lea sat next to him on the helmsman's bench and leaned her head on his shoulder. He shouldn't see her tear-stained eyes. But he had no time for that at all, he had to find out first whether he should really stay behind the tanker or next to it. Wake. Wake! The Norns had already decided that, so blindly behind the tanker.
He had always assumed that tankers drove like they were on rails. Far from it! The tanker changed its speed at will and drove in zigzags. He got it immediately. The pilot! Well, he stayed focused. "What's the problem?" he asked Lea and stroked her hand, which was high on his thigh, without taking his eyes off the tanker. Lea hesitated for a long time. "When I see you fucking with the girls, it makes me sick. I don't know why. Although I've watched the fucking a thousand times. But it's different now, I have... feelings... for you, Frank!" Lea fell silent and dabbed her eyes.
Frank asked why she had seen the fucking a thousand times. Lea had to smile. "I used to really like spying." Frank grinned. "You must have been a naughty brat, princess!" Lea snuggled up to him. "I asked my mother for advice when I was 14. My mother is actually a tough stock market investor. But now she became very close to me emotionally. She knew how important my virginity was to my father, the Emir. She taught me how the boys could fuck between my inner thighs without destroying my hymen. From that day on, I loved my mother even more. But she was absolutely right. I could let the boys have their way without abusing my father's trust. How much I loved that! But before our trip, I tried lesbian sex with my girls."
While private yachts are piloted through the Suez Canal for three days in order to be able to charge for two overnight stays and three pilot days, shipping companies did not do this. One overnight stay, two days piloting, that was enough of a rip-off. Tankers sailed through the Great Bitter Lake, the connecting canal, to the northern shore of the Small Bitter Lake. It was a good anchorage point and had good anchorage ground. The girls had made a braised lamb roast, they all enjoyed it very much, Fatme was a really good cook.
The Suez Canal
He entered the cabin. Lea was not there again. He nodded to the maids. "Alayna, I'll check on Princess Lea at the front. If I'm not back in 5 minutes, don't wait for me!" Alayna looked at him with big, surprised eyes. "Yes, sir! We'll sleep without you." Could it be that Alayna was looking sad?
Frank went to the front cabin and knocked. He entered, Lea put the headphones aside and looked at him. "I just wanted to check on you, Princess. If you're OK, if you're still crying." He turned to leave. "Frank!" he heard and stopped. His dong dangled between his thighs as he turned around. "Please come to me, Frank," she whispered with a lump in her throat. He sat down next to her on the bed. "Oh Frank! I'm very ashamed to say the unspeakable!" She grabbed his hand and pressed it to her chest. They were silent for a long time. "I've fallen in love, you dreadful one!"
She pulled him to her. Her French kiss was hard, demanding, aggressive and possessive. He surrendered to the girl without resistance. He hugged her, her kisses became softer, more romantic. There was a knock. "Mistress!?" they heard Alayna's voice. Lea answered with a long Arabic curse, it seemed. A frantic command followed, it seemed. "Yes, mistress, yes! I'm going to Fatme to sleep. The blessing be with you, be with both of you!" Alayna walked with a soft tap.
Lea pulled him to her and buried him in her French kisses. "Daddy will have to accept that I'm no longer a virgin!" she whispered in his ear. "Take me, Frank, be my first man! I'm in love enough to give you my virginity!" She lay on her back and pulled him between her thighs. "Come, Frank, make love to me! Please!" Frank had played along without saying a word and the tip of his cock was now touching the entrance to her pussy. "Do you really want it, my princess? It would be final, irreversible and it would be forever!" whispered Frank, although he already knew the answer. She hugged him, possessively and passionately. "I belong to you tonight, my Lord, my Master!"
Frank nodded and deflowered the princess with a single jerk. He pushed deep inside, deep into her tight, insanely tight pussy. "Give yourself a moment to adjust your pussy to my cock," he whispered. Lea nodded, she stared into his eyes. "You pierced me, put your stamp on me forever. I will be your wife forever, no matter what happens next!" Lea's voice was quiet and almost inaudible. "Now, ride me, take me!" Frank began to fuck very slowly, he listened to her, found the right pace.
He held back his ejaculation because Lea was moving purposefully towards her orgasm. She wasn't like Fatme, who would have been flying from orgasm to orgasm by this point. No, she was approaching her orgasm slowly, always straight ahead, he could read her signals. She dug her fingernails deep and painfully into his back. She stared at him with a distorted expression and was surprised by her orgasm. He waited until the orgasm subsided and ejaculated energetically into her twitching. He remained motionless in her pussy hole when he had finished ejaculating. She smiled, "Again?" and Frank nodded, his cock was still stiff.
He fucked her with long, sweeping thrusts and gave her time to concentrate on the fucking, to get involved in it. She had her second orgasm quite soon, not as hard and strong as the first. Her thighs and buttocks trembled like a leaf and her breath rushed as the orgasm came quietly and made her shudder. Only her violent trembling revealed that it was there at all, shy and reserved. Frank grabbed her hips and thrust quickly towards the target. She smiled sweetly and softened as he brutally fucked her.
Lea stroked his chest and kissed him. "I love you, my husband, I love you like crazy." He just nodded, tired, limp and exhausted. A quiet but piercing beeping jolted him up. Something in the cockpit was calling like a fawn calling a doe. He jumped out of bed and ran aft, into the cockpit. The beeping was very loud. A red control light flashed above STEALTH MODE. He opened the captain's laptop, his fingers flying over the keyboard. After two minutes he found it. The STEALTH MODE was not getting enough power, he had to switch to the second generator. Second generator!? He followed link after link. There were two buttons to press, he followed the instructions. Of course he had not known that there was a second generator and that its tank would run out at some point. The beeping and the red flashing stopped. Since he was already there, he wanted to read it carefully. Lea sat down next to him on the helmsman's bench. Frank skimmed the instructions. He switched on the generator displays, for the first time. The second generator showed 100% and 726 hours, the first showed OFF, 19.2% and remaining time 25 hours, 11 hours with STEALTH MODE. He would keep an eye on the display from now on.
Frank closed the laptop. He put his arm around Lea's waist. Above them was the dazzlingly bright moon and a pitch-black sky full of sparkling stars. "Wonderful!" whispered Frank, who had never experienced this so intensely before. Lea nodded and nuzzled her face against his cheek. "Heaven welcomes the woman I have become tonight!" They held each other in an embrace under the dazzling splendor for what must have been half an hour.
Frank was already on his third cup of coffee when the tankers woke up on the left and right. The anchor chains rattled deafeningly and Frank waited until the last moment. He switched on the chain shower, because a dirty anchor could be very problematic. He followed another tanker in its wake, glad that the pilot ahead of him was driving evenly and not in a zigzag pattern. In the late afternoon they covered the last few meters before Port Said, which was the end of the Suez Canal. He immediately turned sharply to the right, following the coast of EL TINA BAY for an hour. There were no reefs here, nor any inhabited areas. Far away, just 100 meters from the flat coast and outside the shipping lane, he dropped anchor at sunset. Before dinner he double- and triple-checked everything, then there was roast mutton stuffed with vegetables. It was another princely meal, and he promoted Fatme to head cook, toasting her with Greenland glacier water. Lea whispered to Alayna, he stroked Fatme's hand and kissed her on the lips. "Great kitchen," he said to her and she thanked him, blushing. She gathered her English together. "Fatme likes kitchen, Fatme good kitchen." Frank nodded in agreement and gave an enthusiastic thumbs up. Alayna and Fatme cleared the table, Lea said quietly that they would sleep in the big cabin with the girls again. Frank looked at her questioningly. "I'm getting my period," said Lea, looking downcast.
They went into the cabin, Frank was the last to arrive after thoroughly scanning the horizon with his binoculars. The large ships were sailing on the channel, a good 20 nautical miles away. Alayna grabbed at him, possessively. Possessively.
He glanced at Lea, who nodded briefly. He gave himself over to Alayna, who mounted him as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He had no idea what she was thinking, after all he had spent the night with the princess. She probably knew, no, she knew for sure that he had deflowered the mistress. She rode him in her dominating way as always, rode him relentlessly until she climaxed and sank on top of him. He squirted pleasantly into the exhausted woman's pussy hole. She sank next to him, but she did not fall asleep yet. Like him, she looked at Fatme, whose eyes narrowed into slits of desire.
But it wasn't Fatme, but Lea, who snuggled up to him. "My period isn't here yet," she whispered and stroked his cock. After a short while, he lay between her thighs and slowly penetrated her. Lea held him in a deep French kiss, now he fucked her. She quickly got hot and put one hand on Fatme's childlike, small breasts, the other hand on Alayna's full, feminine breasts. Her hands clawed at her breasts and tore wildly at her nipples as her orgasm came and raged. He fucked her even further and squirted his full load into Lea's pussy, because now he couldn't impregnate her.
He fell exhausted next to her, his cock had gone soft. But that didn't stop Fatme from pushing his foreskin back and forth. It wasn't unpleasant, but it frightened him for a moment. Three girls in a row? He would never have thought that, never. But that's what it came down to. Fatme leaned forward and took half his cock in her mouth. He was surprised, how did the shy child know this? But she certainly knew what she was doing, without a doubt.
Fatme had sucked his cock until it was stiff, not by chance, but deliberately. Frank lay between the thighs of the 13 or 14 year old. He fucked her carefully. As always, she had her first, preliminary orgasm and stayed at that level, orgasm after orgasm. Only her trembling, the trembling of her legs and thighs revealed that she was floating on clouds in paradise. Frank gave her a deep French kiss before he squirted. It was only a little, Alayna's pussy had milked him, Lea had gotten a full load, so there was only a little left for Fatme.
As he delivered coffee in the morning, he heard the radio crackling. Up until then it had been silent in STEALTH MODE. "Ship in STEALTH MODE, this is the USS EISENHOWER, United States Navy. Identify yourself on channel 21 by 3:00 PM UTC, otherwise we will send a patrol boat!" That startled him. The USS EISENHOWER was an aircraft carrier that was observing the fighting in the Middle East. Damn, now they had him! The electronics on this yacht had been made in England, but the Americans were privy to the secrets. Of course. The Americans. A helicopter was hovering directly above his yacht. A single small missile would be enough to... He picked up the phone. He had to make himself visible for 2 seconds to send a radio message. He didn't think twice. Channel 21. Just a second. He flipped the switch. "Agent on board. Do not fire." He immediately flipped the switch and hid the yacht again. A few minutes later, the nonstop message on the radio stopped. The helicopter remained in place. He had to reveal more, but it would be too long. The girls were still asleep, so he sent a text message to the dispatch desk in Massachusetts. He had to remember this number forever and ever. "Please forward to USS EISENHOWER. Ship must remain hidden. Destination Cyprus or Greece, weather dependent. AWZ54641 delta." Send. He deleted the text message immediately.
He drank the coffee impatiently. It took over 40 minutes before he received a text message. "Frank, it's Kate. USS is informed and ACK. Proceed and inform us." ACK means 'acknowledged'. He had to think for a long time about who this Kate was; he didn't know anyone. One of the instructors had the code name SUZIE, another SPADE. Kate had to be someone who recognized him and was authorized to give the order. It could be anyone. He typed quickly as the girls came to the coffee machine sleepily.
"KATE, on board private saudi yacht Alraayie, escaped from saudi prison. saudi princess and her two girls on board, no kidnapping. NO KIDNAPPING. Aim to greece, maybe via cyprus as weather worsen. Pls inform USS if necessary. AWZ54641 delta." Send. Delete.
Thank God he had reacted correctly, the girls didn't notice anything. But dispatch and aircraft carrier had enough information. He grinned as he smiled at the sleepy faces of the girls. I should have added that all four of us were happily fucking until midnight, sweat pouring down our bodies. The helicopter turned away and disappeared into the morning mist. He didn't want to inform the girls about the incident.
Up until now they had always been naked on board, Lea was wearing panties today. Aha! Frank took his ham and cheese toast out of the microwave and sat back down at the helm, had breakfast and looked at the chart plotter. He definitely didn't want to go near the Israeli, Lebanese and Syrian coasts. The strong westerly wind would be very unpleasant if they headed straight for Greece. Cyprus was an ideal stopover, where he could comfortably wait for better weather. The route was clear.
He sat down with the girls with his fourth coffee. The weather was bad, he said. The route to Cyprus was the only right one, he had to avoid the Israeli and Lebanese coasts, uncertain because of the war situation. He didn't mention that the Israelis would surely discover them and make short work of them. No, thank you! (He couldn't have known that KATE had of course already informed the Israelis to protect him.)
Lea asked anxiously, "Are you going to leave us in Cyprus?" Frank shook his head, no. "I wanted to spend a little more time, a little vacation with you on the Greek islands and only leave you afterwards, I have to go back to Vienna. I think you'll have your Daddy pick you up." Lea nodded, "Daddy will definitely do it." She looked unsteadily at the ground. "I dreamed that you might come with me, stay with me," she said in a choked voice.
Frank shook his head. "I will never be able to set foot in Saudi Arabia for the rest of my life, my poor darling. The Emir, you surely know who he is, never forgets! And he will never forget that I escaped from prison and was able to run away here, he will never forgive me. I'm not worried about that. If it's any consolation, maybe we can arrange a rendezvous in Cairo now and then!" Now Lea smiled. "Vacation in the Greek islands? Wonderful! Rendezvous in Cairo? My soul, how splendid Cairo, the shining one, appears to me now!" Lea smiled contentedly, then became serious again. "But that also means that you will never be able to officially marry me." Frank's jaw dropped.
Marry? A Saudi Arabian princess!? He searched his heart, his conscience. He liked her, very much, this princess with the very tight pussy hole. But marry her, forever? The answer was no. It was that simple. Tight pussy hole, yes, gladly! Marriage? Absolutely not! He smiled at Lea. "No, my love, we mustn't want more than we get from the well-meaning goddesses. I want the vacation, I practically demand it, it's within reach. But marriage would be suicide for me. The Emir! The damned, vain Emir! Unsuspectingly, I scored two goals, fair and sporting, but I hit him right in the heart, right in the middle of his unmanly vanity. Maybe he'll send his killers to Vienna for me, I'm easy to find."
Lea looked at him, wounded. "Papa is also an Emir, but a good one! He will talk the accursed Emir out of his murder plans, believe me, for sure! Papa will not refuse his daughter this little request. And that also applies to our marriage. I will ask Papa and he will not refuse me! Emir or no Emir - such a clown will not stand in my way, not me! Don't forget that, my Lord, and don't give your heart away to anyone else in Vienna!"
Frank kissed her passionately on the mouth. He didn't want the debate, so he said, "I would be overjoyed if your honorable father, the Emir, could make this happen!" Lea smiled again, the world was back in order.
Fatme had spoken to her mother on the phone, Lea had listened so that the child didn't let anything slip. She called her Daddy every few days, who was now able to explain the incident with the bodyguards well. A Gang of Teenagers had beaten up and robbed the bodyguards. She was able to talk him out of firing the bodyguards. She invented a wonderful vacation with her maids and yes, as she sheepishly admitted, two boys too. No, don't worry, she just wanted to be a girl for once, a teenager like everyone else. Daddy was appeased. A shiver ran down Frank's spine. Lea's acting was so good and convincing that he again spoke out against marriage. Internally, of course.
He sent a text message to his Mom every two days to calm her down. She dutifully followed his instructions, didn't send a text message or call. He loved her very much, he never forgot to write that.
Now it was time to travel two days and two nights over open water directly to Cyprus. He would doze in the cockpit during the day, maybe sleep a little. The girls could keep watch and wake him up if necessary. At night he would sit at the helm and watch like an eagle-eyed chief, because they would pass or cross shipping lanes and shipping routes. He checked the fuel gauge, including the generators. Everything was fine. It was already 8 a.m. when he lifted anchor and gave it a shower to be on the safe side. So off he went to Cyprus.
Cyprus
The weather was getting worse and worse. He had passed the USS EISENHOWER on the port side, instructed its radio operator on channel 21 "Frank departing Cyprus" and received an ACK back. Rain and wind were whipping the ALRAAYIE forward from right behind him, towards Cyprus. He was far enough from the coast and switched off STEALTH MODE to save the generator. He avoided the ships, his yacht had an excellent radar. They could see him, but not identify him, that was enough. He drank a lot of black coffee that Lea brought him. She sat next to him, she helped him stay awake. She told him all her sexual adventures as a child and teenager. He had to laugh out loud sometimes, because she was a smart, bright child, always up for pranks.
Morning dawned, the rain eased a little. He instructed Alayna what to look out for and left the helm to her, he and Lea would doze on the sun loungers in the cockpit. Alayna had to wake him when they approached a ship, the autopilot took over the steering. He actually dozed off every half hour, looked around briefly and continued dozing. Alayna did a good job, in the evening he took over the helm. They were already close to the island of Cyprus and he switched STEALTH MODE back on. He reduced the speed to round Cape Arnauti Akamas on the northern tip of Cyprus before dawn.
The wind immediately dropped, in the cover of the coast. The rain didn't bother him, the radar was a little distorted, but enough to avoid fishing boats and day trippers. There was a tangle of reefs south of Kakoskaliou Island that everyone else avoided like the plague. There he hid the yacht in three meters of water. No one would disturb them here. The veal roulade that Fatme prepared and served was the best thing that day, it was still pouring with rain.
Alayna was overtired from the lookout and fell asleep immediately. Lea had her period, he laid his head on her pussy, it warmed her pleasantly. Fatme beamed, she had Frank all to herself! He smiled at Fatme. "You have to do it like Alayna today, I'll stay lying down and warm the mistress's lap." Fatme nodded, she had always seen it, she could certainly do that! In fact, she had been paying close attention. She rode him, trembling in her little orgasms, without ceasing. "I have to squirt, Fatme!" he gasped and she seemed to understand him. Now she rode him furiously, only briefly hesitating when a solid jet spurted into her insides under high pressure. She continued her furious fucking until the last orgasm, a real monster, hit her and she sank powerlessly onto his chest. Lea had stroked her cheeks and then kissed her on the lips.
Frank had slept like a log and woke up before sunrise. The rain had stopped, but the wind was blowing from the west at force 6. "It's a rest day," he told the girls, "we'll wait until the wind is kind to us." He checked everything twice and three times, but he had taken good care of the yacht yesterday despite his exhaustion. The sun came out and laughed at the rain. Alayna discovered snorkels, goggles and fins in one of the lockers. The water was crystal clear, he lowered the bathing platform. Alayna and Fatme snorkeled, they brought up a whole lot of sea urchins, enough for dinner. Lea didn't want to swim, she just dangled her legs in the water and Frank joined in the snorkeling. He had snorkeled a lot during the summer holidays and was enthusiastic. "The holiday starts, here, right now!" he called out happily to Lea. They dangled their legs in the water, they snorkeled, all 4 of them were having a good time. A tourist boat approached. Frank jumped to the helm, ready to escape.
The boat stopped just a few meters from their protective shield, they looked around and dropped anchor. Frank put his index finger over his lips. The girls understood: silence! Three young muscle men and two really beautiful blondes. They hadn't come to snorkel, but to make a porn film. The men fucked the girls for two hours, the third was the cameraman. Frank and the girls remained still, it was exciting to watch the fucking. After they hay squirted, the men rubbed their cocks with ointment to make them erect again. The cameraman's juice squirted out of his cock by itself as he filmed the girls masturbating close-up. Fatme forgot herself and giggled with Alayna. The cameraman lost his nerve when he heard the invisible mermaids whispering and chattering. He lifted the anchor in a hurry and sped north again, turning back to look after the mermaids.
Now everyone was chattering at the same time. Lea scolded Fatme, but the naive child was just crumpled. Frank sat down next to them, so that silence ensued. He grabbed the diving goggles and handed them out. "Sea urchins!" he commanded and slid into the water. The girls followed him. They harvested a lot of sea urchins again and Fatme brought them to the galley. Alayna put on the thick rubber gloves and they peeled the orange flesh from the spiked shells.
Frank stayed sitting on the bathing platform next to Lea. She was supposed to continue her life confession, which she was happy to do. She had stopped spying on her parents having sex during puberty. It didn't seem right to her. The parents loved each other very much, and that didn't change when her mother, who had grown up in the West, had often a one-night stand when Dad was away.
Dinner was something completely new for Frank. Fatme piled a heap of sea urchin meat on his plate and poured a herb and lemon sauce over the raw meat. Then she heated up some flatbreads in the microwave. The ice-cold meat was placed on the flatbread, rolled up like a pancake and pushed into the mouth with the fingers. It was a real delicacy, the sauce brought out the special sea urchin flavor prominently. He ate four filled flatbreads and the last of the meat with his fingers. He was stuffed.
They had showered with fresh water on the bathing platform, but the smell of the salt water still clung to their skin. Alayna took him possessively by the hand, that was now as certain as amen in church. Alayna had enjoyed swimming and snorkeling, now she was full of energy. She rode him, the wild gypsy with the sparkling black eyes and the flowing hair. She rode him wildly to the limit, sank exhausted onto his chest and let him squirt inside. She lay next to him with wide eyes as Fatme approached. He indicated that she should make him stiff with her lips and tongue. He had no idea whether and how well Alayna or Lea could do it in their mouths, with their lips and their tongues, but he already knew that Fatme could do it very well. Fatme drove him to the brink of madness, Lea stroked his hot cheeks as his head lay in her lap. Fatme, the innocent-looking child, knew exactly when to stop. She mounted him and fucked him, rode him like Alayna. In a few minutes she rose to the heights of her paradise, having one orgasm after another in paradise, where one day she would serve the fallen martyrs as one of the 77 virgins. Frank reached back and up until he reached Lea's breasts. Her stiffening teats belonged to him, to him alone! Sparks flew from her teats, electricity flowed through down to his cock. He squirted, squirted blissfully into Fatme's silky-soft pussy hole. She started her finale, rode him to shame, riding him to ruin like a riding horse, then she sank onto his chest, completely spent. He kissed her on the lips and turned to Lea. She was heated from rubbing her teats, but she couldn't let him fuck her, as much as she wanted to.
He smiled. You girls were all two years apart, he whispered. Alayna 18, Lea 16, Fatme 14. "13," Lea corrected, "not yet 14!" Frank was a little shocked, 13!? "I'm a pervert, my poor princess!?" he breathed, but she smiled. "Fatme wanted it that way herself, you're not a child molester!" she smiled. He looked at her uncertainly. "She's lost her virginity, she's a woman now!" said Lea, "don't worry about it, let her fuck you in bliss, okay? Daddy will put her in his guests' bed, I'm sure of it!"
The next morning the sun laughed mockingly at the west wind that was still blowing over the hills. It wasn't wise to head northwest now. The sunny snorkeling day was to be followed by two more. Frank rummaged through the lockers and found several oxygen harpoons and a box of cartridges. He went hunting, not for the first time. The sea urchins yesterday were wonderful, but he wanted a change. He was lucky, he caught six big fish weighing more than two kilos, and almost 10 smaller ones. Fatme put them in the freezer. She raised two fingers, so two dinners. He put the harpoon aside.
The sun was shining again the next day, and for good reason. It was nice weather, so the sun was shining happily. Frank let Alayna and Fatme rub him with sunscreen, yesterday's hunt under the blazing sun had almost led to sunburn. He picked up the harpoon and went hunting again. He left the small ones alone, he only shot the big ones. By late afternoon he had put 12 big guys weighing more than 2 kilos on the bathing platform, and Fatme immediately put them on ice. She came back gesticulating and calling loudly. Lea translated with a laugh, "It's enough, Frank, the freezer is full, please stop shooting fish!" Frank laughed contentedly and put down the harpoon. He was satisfied because he loved eating fish and when it was fresh, he liked it even more.
Fatme had fried 2 large and 4 small fish in oil. The lemon sauce and whipped cream from the freezer, seasoned with herbs, tasted excellent with the white beans. Frank would have preferred a good white wine, but they still had a thousand bottles of glacier water from Norway, a delicacy when iced. He sat on the bathing platform for an hour and watched the moon rise. He switched off the STEALTH MODE to save the generator. There was no one here who could see them, here, in the middle of the reefs.
He let Alayna and Fatme ride him one after the other. Fatme was getting better and more perfect at it every day, her lip and tongue work before riding was a delight! He lay with his head in Lea's lap, rubbing and twirling her nipples, which made her really hot. "Tomorrow evening," she whispered, "then my period will be over!" He opened the skylight and turned off the light.
He waited for the sunrise with the hot coffee in his hand. STEALTH MODE. The time in the dungeon had adjusted his internal clock to the sun, that was fine. He had an hour to himself, that was fine too. He watched the sleepily blinking girls crawl out one after the other and get themselves a coffee. He had made a very strong coffee every morning, he liked it that strong, and so did the girls. Little by little they sat down next to him with the second cup of "sensory awakener" until they all gradually woke up. He loved these quiet morning hours. You could see the morning mist winding up from the sea along the hills and then just disappear. He went to the helm and woke up the electronics. He looked at every display until he finally looked at the chart plotter. He had the current wind displayed. Force 4 behind the cape and plenty of heavy seas. So clearly, not today, maybe tomorrow morning.
The garbage bags were full, all 5 of them. Feeling guilty, he tied the bags together and swam to the shore with his fins. He dragged the bags up a small hill so that they wouldn't be picked up by the sea. He looked around, the yacht was nowhere to be seen. He had no idea what technology the English engineers were using. He swam slowly to the ship and stopped when it became visible. Here he swam back and forth until he was exactly on the border line. He thought he could see a cheese dome made of tiny droplets. He touched it, but they weren't raindrops. He swam to the yacht.
He couldn't find any details in the captain's laptop. There were only two photos of where the spare parts for the STEALTH were stored in the engine compartment. There were 3 complete sets of spare parts. A succinct sentence laughed at him: 'the spare parts are to be replaced according to their numbering.' That's what I call secrecy! he thought grimly, Albion wouldn't give away his secrets that easily! Just swap all the parts, repair by numbers. You don't need to know any more! He closed the laptop. He had had enough.
The day flew by with swimming, snorkeling and light chatting. It was a pity that he could only talk to Lea and Alayna, but with Fatme only about Lea. He asked her the same questions as the other two, but she had nothing to report. She had discovered masturbation and orgasm herself when she was 4 or 5 and kept it secret from everyone. It was only when she was in the service of the princess that she had masturbated in front of and with the two of them and taken part in the lesbian games. The first cock she saw was that of a bodyguard that Lea and Alayna seduced. At the end she saw Alayna fuck the bodyguard, that's all. Not much. Really not.
Fatme cooked a steamed fish on a bed of vegetables. This was further proof of how well Fatme had learned to cook at home. They sat next to each other on the bathing platform, nibbling peanuts and watching the moon rise. He had the bathing platform folded up and disabled the electronics and the STEALTH MODE, which saved the generator. It immediately ran at idle speed, it didn't have to produce so much electricity anymore.
He entered the cabin and Lea held out her hands to him. Her period was over and she had bathed in the sea, she called out with joy. They cuddled and made each other hot for fucking. She preferred to lie on her back and let herself be fucked. They immediately found a common pace, it was simply wonderful to fuck Lea's very tight pussy hole. "I have to squirt, Lea," he gasped long after her orgasm. She just nodded and he squirted inside with pleasurable sounds. They stayed in each other's arms for a long time, then she pulled his semi-hard cock out with pointed fingers. Lea smiled at Alayna, Alayna smiled at Fatme. They had already agreed on it beforehand, Fatme bent over his cock, she caressed it with her lips and tongue for a quarter of an hour. When she released the cock with a smile, Alayna was there. She fucked him in her own way, the wild gypsy girl, she collapsed onto his chest in orgasm while he squirted inside.
She slipped off his chest, but she stayed awake to see Fatme's part. Fatme knew she had to wait, that he needed a break. She caressed his body and kissed him. She had learned the French kiss very quickly and practiced to make him horny. His cock was half-hard and reacted happily. She took it in her mouth and let her lips and tongue work on the shared stiff guy. She was very sensitive and paced everything well. She knew when the cock was ready. She mounted him with a sideways glance at Alayna, who was obviously her teacher. She fucked him, she rode him and threw her head back like her role model. Her black hair fluttered down to her shoulder blades, like a black gypsy kid. She quickly reached her orgasm level, closed her eyes in her paradise of lust. Frank let her orgasm as often as she wanted. "I have to, Fatme, I have to!" She seemed to understand him, she increased the tempo to make him squirt. She increased the speed to a furious staccato and orgasmed wildly, collapsing onto his chest with a suppressed little cry. She paused, Frank's cock shrank. She looked at him in confusion. "Take it out, just take it!" She seemed to understand. She pulled out his cock with infinite care. He smiled at her and she slid down.
He had already made coffee, sat on the helmsman's bench with the mug of hot coffee and watched the sunrise. First he switched on the STEALTH MODE and the chart plotter. The wind had turned to the east, it would push them along. Around 250 nautical miles to the island of Karpathos, between the shore and the small island of Nisis Moira there was a tangle of reefs, he wanted to hide the yacht there. If they set off quickly, he would reach Nisis Moira at sunrise tomorrow. He wanted to stay at the helm all night, he could sleep afterwards. He waited until the girls were sitting next to him with their second cup and explained his plan. They nodded, he was the captain. He ate his ham and cheese toast and drank the third cup, then he raised the anchor and they set off. He carefully felt his way through the reefs and rounded the cape, turning north-northwest. The autopilot took over, he was only there to check. The light wind pushed them from behind. But he soon had to accelerate because the wind blew the diesel fumes into the cockpit and into the boat. They made good progress, he reached the island of Karpathos much earlier than expected. He had to forget the planned anchorage, the east wind had become too strong. He leafed through his laptop. There were underwater spotlights for the underwater cameras. Of course. Daddy had spared no expense, the yacht was surprisingly well equipped. He rounded Cape Agiou in the southwest of the island of Karpathos and immediately turned right towards the shore. Here too, a few rocks near the shore protected him. The passage was obstructed by a wreck lying in the middle of the Karpathos Reef. There was no heavy traffic to be expected there. With the help of the underwater cameras and the spotlights, he maneuvered through the rocks and dropped anchor in two meters of water, less than 50 meters from the shore. He made sure that the ship had enough room to swing, double- and triple-checked everything, then switched off the electronics and the STEALTH. The yacht was in total darkness, they would be undisturbed here. He had even found a Greek flag and had hung it out. No problems, just don't attract attention!
It was already well after midnight, he entered the cabin silently, the girls were already asleep. He lay down next to Lea and fell asleep.
First he switched on STEALTH, then he made coffee. A small hill blocked the view of the sunrise, but he still sat on the helmsman's bench and drank the hot, black poison. Again he had forgotten to ask Fatme where the milk was, he had found the sugar straight away. Lea was the first to arrive, sat down next to him with her cup of coffee. He put his arm around her shoulders. "Welcome, darling, welcome to Greece! Our vacation is starting, from island to island, for as long as we want!" Lea sighed. "I don't like lying to Daddy, I get a stomachache because I only lie to him very, very rarely. But it has to be done, I know that." Frank kissed her fingertips. "I can't think of anything better, my love. I understand very well what you're going through, I feel the same way about my mother, I don't have a father." He hugged her and pressed the cell phone into her hand. She put it aside, it was much too early. Like every morning, Frank jumped into the sea for his morning bath. He had always done that when he was cruising in the Adriatic or Aegean on his uncle's sailing boat during the summer vacation.
He didn't like the anchorage here. There was too much traffic and the water wasn't as clear as in Cyprus. He wanted to go two hours north to the small, little-known island of Tilos, which he knew from before. The girls agreed, and they had a leisurely breakfast, although fishing boats were constantly passing by. He set off, two hours to Tilos. They arrived in the early afternoon, it was only 60 nautical miles. He remembered that there was a quiet spot between two popular anchorages, where they would be safe between the rocks in the water. He headed for the spot, approached at idle, the rocks were not to be trifled with. Thank goodness he had the underwater cameras, he slipped through. The water was crystal clear, he anchored at a safe distance in the shelter of the rocks. Here they were safe and undisturbed. The two anchorages were packed, which was interesting.
They swam and snorkeled for hours. Fatme came and asked, "Fish? Lamb?" Frank looked at Lea. She said, "Roast lamb." Fatme nodded and made herself useful.
An accident
Frank happened to look into the water. Alayna was down below and obviously had a problem. He immediately jumped into the water, naked as he was, and dived down. He could see that she had caught one of her fins on a rock. Alayna was kicking, air bubbles were rising. He dived down to the damn fin. Somehow he couldn't get her foot free. Alayna was no longer kicking. With a wild jerk, he ripped the fin out of the crack in the rock with both hands. He pushed himself off and hooked Alayna under. He shot up, holding Alayna's head above the water. She seemed to be unconscious. He lifted her up onto the bathing platform, where Lea grabbed her.
She had only now realized the seriousness of the situation. Frank laboriously pulled himself onto the bathing platform. They laid Alayna on her side, Frank stuck his index finger into her throat. Alayna began to cough and spit out some water. Lea held her head, Frank pressed on her stomach with both hands. She spat out a lot of water, but she could breathe gasping. Frank sat down. The adrenaline shock made him dizzy. "How could this happen!?" he gasped. Lea said one of the fins is broken. He waved her off, "It was me!"
Frank's knees were soft as butter from the adrenaline shock. He grabbed Alayna's foot. It was stuck in the fin. Alayna had twisted the lock, which is why the foot couldn't come free. He hurled the broken thing up into the cockpit. What a damn thing, Alayna almost drowned. The shock was deep. He exchanged a look with Lea. "We have to be more careful! This is our vacation, OUR VACATION, damn it!" He didn't blame Alayna, but she needed to be more careful! Damn, damn, damn!
The water was crystal clear. "From now on, only two at a time!" he murmured loudly. Lea put on her fins, and so did he. From now on, they only went snorkeling in pairs or threes, and nothing happened anymore. Alayna fucked her lifesaver even more passionately than before.
Vacation
They stayed in Tilos for 14 days, swimming, snorkeling and getting a tan. Fatme really enjoyed cooking. She was not a useless slave girl, she said to Lea. Certainly not!
Then Frank wanted to move on. 20 nautical miles, just under an hour, to the island of Nysiros, on the west side of which there were wonderful places to hide. Crystal clear water, he anchored at a depth of 3 meters. A paradise for snorkeling. They were so happy here! One day as beautiful as the next. They stayed for a whole week, then Frank wanted to move on. To the west, to the rugged, uninhabited west coast of the double island of Astipalaia. The eastern island was overrun with tourists. An hour and a half's journey.
Frank steered by hand most of the time and had to avoid many sports sailors. But Astipalaia was beautiful to look at. It was directly on the west side, the shore rugged, forbidding and rocky. Between gigantic rocks and the shore, a well-protected place, very spacious and with good anchoring ground. The anchor dropped in the early afternoon. There was a good snack, then the diving goggles were brought out. The four of them went snorkeling. What a paradise under water! The flora was as colorful as a painting and untouched. An incredible number of fish, busy doing what fish do.
Fatme shone in the galley. Frank often had no idea where she got the variety from. The large refrigerator room contained all kinds of meat, frozen vegetables and mountains of flatbread. No, they wouldn't starve, they would put on fat like king seals, said Frank.
Everyone liked it here, in this paradise. Frank had to check how long they had been here. 22 days, he noted with surprise. He also left the STEALTH switched off during the day. A boat would sometimes pass by, but they hardly looked over, their eyes were focused on the rocks and negro heads in the water. The large yacht at anchor was nothing that required any attention at all.
Stomach ache
Frank's paradise was only marred by an annoying stomach ache. He hadn't shit for days, he held on to the edge of the bathing platform and pushed in vain. He wasn't alarmed, it would soon pass, he thought. He didn't eat much anymore, the stomach ache suppressed his appetite. He drank a lot of herbal tea, but he was getting worse and worse.
He couldn't get up in the mornings, stayed in bed and could hardly breathe, the stomach ache was bothering him so much. He was going to die, he was sure of that. Go to a hospital? The nearest hospital, a large doctor's office, was 20 nautical miles away. But he didn't trust any of the girls to navigate through the protective maze of rocks.
Lea stayed with him. She cried and cursed her helplessness. The three girls were at a loss. Frank was getting less and less air. The goddamn stomachache threatened to suffocate him. He knew he only had hours, maybe minutes left. He had whispered to Lea that at the beginning of his studies he had spent two years in America training to be an agent. Agent, not spy. Spies had long since disappeared. Lea silenced him. "Get well, my love, I want you to be my husband! Please, please, get well!"
Frank buried his face in her breast, in her magnificent breast. This breast, this divine breast, seemed to be the most important thing, now he could die in peace. He already felt the cold of death in his feet. With his last strength he clung to Lea's breasts ....
Thundering
Frank was startled out of his dream, with an automated movement he switched on the bedside lamp. He sat up. The stomach ache was real, Frank's stomach let out an incredibly loud, giant fart that would surely have brought down Jericho's walls! No, not the small, sweet fart that escaped Aunt Gerlinde during orgasm. Nor the tiny, shamefully suppressed one that Aunt Renate let out when she held Frank in her arms after fucking. No, it was the most powerful fart in modern history, which would certainly have drowned out Napoleon's cannons by far! The powerful farts wind blew over the underside of his bare thighs. This giant fart thundered out of Frank's ass with incredible force, then the mighty fart died pitifully whimpering as a little fart. A breath of plague from hell, the decay of dead bats like a poisonous stench made him jump up and throw open the window. He stood naked, shuddering at the open window, the stench of the plague was dissipating and would poison all of Vienna. He breathed in the fresh night air. No more stomach ache.
The realization hit him like a blow to the back of the neck. No yacht, no Lea, no Alayna and no Fatme either. No Greek island. All of them — just a dream!!? Tears welled up, although he was relieved that he had farted out the deadly stomach ache, a thunderous threat to all his enemies!
He closed the window and sat down next to Mama. Somehow he was glad that he hadn't let her down. He looked at her sheepish face, she always turned into a sheep in her sleep. It had a calming effect. He had let Lea and the girls down. He angrily told himself to order himself, it was all just a dream! He was 17, was in the 7th grade in Vienna and would be taking his A-levels next year. Saudi Arabia? Yes, there were rumors that the soccer team would be invited to the youth tournament in Saudi Arabia next summer, but they still needed two dozen goals. Gradually, the dream became clearer, partially. He put a hand on Mom's buttock.
He looked at her asshole, his gaze slid to her asshole and then down along her asshole. He could see Mom's pussy and pussyhole. A fine trace of his congealed juice, that came from fucking the previous evening. He felt his erection throbbing violently.
He looked at Mom's lovely face, her sheepish face. He knelt behind her lying on her stomach, he would disturb her sleep, but he had done that a thousand times before. She opened one eye, still asleep. "Ah, you have to do it again, you son of a bitch!" She paused. "Son of a bitch, son of a whore! If only you knew, my little one!" She fell into a doze, half-sleep. Her hand slid to her ass cheek, pulling it aside as always. "Well then," she whispered, her face turning into a nervous rabbit. How Frank loved her bunny face, lips and tip of her tongue competing to look bunny-like. She always did that just before and the whole time she was fucked, and Frank loved that rabbit! "Yes, my sweet bunny," Frank said, penetrating her from behind.
Frank tried to catch the image of the girls behind his closed eyelids.
In vain.
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