Gabriel
I don't really know how I got through the flight back to Kennedy. I don't remember any of it, really. When I got home, Bob was waiting for me. I was exhausted but the moment I walked in the door, he grabbed me and pulled me into the bedroom. I kept insisting that all I wanted was a hot bath. (I really needed a douche.) He'd have none of it. In less than two minutes, he had his clothes and mine laying in a pile on the floor. I protested and struggled feebly, but before I knew what was happening, he had his head buried between my legs.
"Hey," he said, looking up at me, "What's that strange flavour? New perfume?"
I was angry. He should have waited. Besides, I convinced myself, maybe the truth won't hurt. "What you're tasting, Bob, are the multiple discharges of twelve men."
He looked puzzled. He fought for words and came up with: "Impossible."
"No, it's not. There were at least twenty shots of gism deposited in my pussy last night… actually less than ten hours ago, probably a little stale now. And if you'll taste my asshole you'll be aware of three or four more."
"Stop kidding."
"I'm not kidding." I looked him straight in the eye and said, "Sit down Bob, I've got a story to tell you."
I told him the story.
When I'd finished, he looked at me, a crooked grin on his face. Then, slowly sinking down between my legs, he started to drink from my cunt.
Two weeks later, I received an invitation from Sir Harry and Lady Sarah to go sailing on their yacht in the Caribbean. It was, they told me a 110 foot motor sail. Betsy and Gerald would be along. Among the invited guests would be Noel and Carol and her Daddy. I accepted and asked if I could bring two friends, who I was sure would fit in and might prove to be interesting new members of The Circle. The Flemmings agreed. The yacht was based in St. Thomas and the cruise was scheduled to commence in about a month.
I made two more trips to London, and during one of the layovers attended, with Noel, another Circle meeting. It was just as exciting as the first. There were two initiations that night, one of whom was Gerald's little virgin, Lilly.
Bob expressed eagerness when I suggested the yacht cruise. He seemed hot on the idea of meeting Noel and the Flemmings. In fact, he'd been talking about making a special trip to London, if he could obtain an invitation to The Circle. He was caught up in the whole thing.
I switched to the St. Thomas run two weeks before the cruise and pulled a few strings to get Ellen on the crew. She also expressed interest when I told her about the cruise, so she arranged to take her leave when I did. We were all set! However, there's many a slip…