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could enter? Possibly Alvina? Romilly had caught them flirting madly together, witty, cynical members of the young society hell raisers.
    She applied her eye to the crack in the door and what she saw exceeded all her wildest speculations. George was there all right, but it wasn’t a woman with him. Lieutenant Clive Morrison, one of the youngest and best looking of Joshua’s officers, was bent over the bed, his breeches down about his ankles, his naked buttocks raised. George was behind him, stripped to the buff, in the act of applying lubricant to Clive’s anus.
    ‘Oh yes, sir… yes!’ squealed the young man. ‘Do it, please do it. Let me feel your todger inside… that’s right… stick it right up me. Oh… ah…!’
    ‘Keep still, you tart!’ George commanded, heaving against his bare rump and sliding his cock between those taut cheeks, finding the slippery orifice and penetrating in one hard jab.
    He slid his hands under Clive, finding his erection and rubbing it fiercely as he pistoned his hips in and out. It was a most extraordinary sight, and though Alvina had hinted about bum-boys and some men practicing sodomy with their own sex, she had scarcely thought it possible. But here was proof and she couldn’t deny it. Her nipples tingled and she pinched them into peaks of pleasure, and her nubbin ached and demanded attention. She slipped a hand down between her legs, frigging herself as she watched George’s antics with his lover.
    It seemed that he wanted to prolong the experience and, just when she thought he was about to finish, he withdrew his fiery domed cock, reached for a whippy cane and started to whack Clive. The young man stifled a yelp, but spread-eagled himself on the quilt, groaning with pleasure more than pain as the rattan stippled his buttocks. George’s eyes were shining and he laid on the punishment with enthusiasm, his stiff prick swaying from side to side and dribbling pre-come. Romilly couldn’t stop working her clitoris. It ached, it burned, it grew larger and harder and she slowed down, waiting for George to resume arse-fucking Clive.
    She didn’t have long to wait. He threw the cane aside and leapt upon him, driving in his engorged member. Clive was handling his own penis, matching George’s rhythm. Romilly fell into it too, reproducing their sensations, using her fingers to share their ecstasy when, finally, George emptied his spunk into Clive at the moment when the youth spurted onto the counterpane.
    George sank down at Clive’s side, cuddling him and stroking his hair. This made Romilly aware of her solitary state. There was no one to caress her in the afterglow. Silent as a shadow she sped up to the deck.
    Joshua hadn’t been able to settle after dinner. Perhaps it was that game of lanterloo with his exceptionally pretty female passengers. He could see what Lady Alvina was – a light-minded aristocratic baggage playing with men as her fancy dictated. But the other one, the delicately beautiful Romilly, was a different kettle of fish entirely. He’d stake a year’s pay on her being a virgin. And as for that dandy who was her betrothed? Joshua foresaw trouble ahead and he hardly knew them.
    The foppish George was as transparent as glass, obviously ready to thrust his cock into any opening offered, be it male or female. Joshua did not condemn this. He had spent too many years at sea to criticise men for seeking relief among their own kind. Necessity was the mother of invention and he turned a blind eye to any device his crew might use for satisfaction. For his own part, his hand became his mistress when the pressure in his testes was too great.
    On shore he took his pleasure where he willed, but without commitment. He was an abstemious man. The sea was the love of his life and he needed no other, yet Lady Romilly had captured his imagination and he had gone on deck because the first mate had come to him predicting a change in the weather, but mostly in the hope of maybe seeing