Diary Entry
Dear Diary,
If I had fooled myself into thinking that my treatment of Camellia was to be unique, I was sorely mistaken. Within the space of a week, two of the others had cajoled me into also invigorating them in the same manner, although I suspect that Lily feigned her symptoms. I could not take the chance, though, that she might worsen, nor the rebellion that might ensue if I did not keep them satisfied.
Rose, though, sickened after a while, but refused to take me, even when the others insisted she should. I soon gathered that the objection was over the fact that I was, in her estimation, oversized. At a loss for what else to suggest, I once again suggested Wu? But no, they were all entirely opposed to Wu. I had the man over to my cabin to share a bit of port wine the captain had give me after the evening mess, and with his tongue warmed by alcohol he eventually elucidated for me that these five women had competed for the chance to come on this voyage. But whatever does that have to do with why they are uninterested in carnal relations with you, I asked. The answer was simply that after having sampled all the common fruits of their valley’s own vines, they were tempted by the novelty to be found in the curve of a “banana” such as mine, or those of my countrymen.
In that case, I wondered if there might be one of the airmen she would try, if my manhood were too prodigious for her to accept? What ensued was the beginnings of my most scientific study to date, comparing height and weight of our subjects to the size of a man's virile organ.
The airmen were, fortunately, quite good natured about being measured in the name of research, being of the adventurous sort and also holding me in high esteem as a medical and scientific man. I measured them two at a time, ensuring that there should be no claims of impropriety on my part while alone with a man's equipment in hand, but they were all quite jolly on the whole. Interestingly enough, I was not the largest on board, but there were a few quite a bit smaller. (Wu himself also allowed himself to be measured. I must conclude that his size is not what the women objected to, as he was well within the average range, but that as he claimed, their objections were more along the lines of he was not as enticingly interesting as a specimen such as I.)
I brought the results of my survey to the women, who have learnt our numbers by now, and also effectively instructed them in the mathematics of standard deviation. They are wholly intelligent in both their abilities to grasp arithmetic concepts as well as to see reason, and their language acquisition is now proceeding speedily. In the end Rose rejected the idea of taking one of the smaller airmen, but at least she overcame her fears upon realizing that I am not, in fact, freakishly outsized but merely in the top quintile of the likely range for human males.
Delivering Rose’s treatment, however, was less straightforward that of Camellia. Once Rose had accepted that no harm would come to her from my carnal phallic instrument, I thought I would bring her to my cabin and despatch my duty forthwith. However, that was not to be the case.
There was one I took to be slightly older than the others, whom I had dubbed Cloris, who then shooed the others out, leaving just me, her, and Rose in their curtained-off chamber. Cloris retrieved a jar of something from one of their chests and soon was coating my member with a most envigorating oil of some sort, pleasurable both in scent and sensation. I thought, at first, that she meant to convince Rose that the grease would ease the way, but then she bade me lie upon the floor and then climbed atop me!
Rose and she argued then, and in short order I found myself enveloped in an iron grip of hot velvet the likes of which I had not previously experienced. At first I attributed the sensation to my supine position, but I began to suspect other differences.
I lifted the edge of Cloris's garment, and though my mind froze with shock, my treacherous organ seemed only to grow stiffer with the realization that it was her fundament into which it plunged as she rose up and down upon it.
Nothing could have prepared me, either, for the fact that Cloris could reach climax exclusively from riding upon my member, her inner spasms nearly triggering mine as well. Nearly. She fell limp atop me for a few moments, and my hips pushed upward reflexively, seeking my own completion, but then she leapt free, and then subjected my genitalia to vigorous ablutions utilizing more concoctions from her jars. Once she was satisfied I was cleaner than a holystoned and well-swabbed quarterdeck, she returned to the grease once again.
Rose crawled closer then, and they sat on either side of me, each a hand on my chest, debating in quick, birdlike voices. I gather the thrust of the conversation was that if Cloris could do as she had, and gain such pleasure from it, then Rose could as well, if she feared for the integrity of her more traditional blossom.
The girl eventually straddled me, though I knew not then which of her entrances would be mine. Cloris made soothing noises at her, and then I felt the hot, wet silk of her settling against the tip of me.
She made even Cloris feel loose in comparison. The tension in her never relaxed, not the entire time she was working her way down over my shaft, which took considerable time as every half inch or so she would stop, her legs quivering. Once she was fully seated, she began to rock back and forth. I was mesmerized by the dance of pain and ecstasy across her face.
Cloris reached between Rose's legs to dandle her and I was grateful, for it was all I could do to press my palms against the airship's floor, holding still, as I would have considered it rude to thrust unexpectedly into her when she was still skittish.
When she came it was biting the back of her own hand, keeping silent as I'd taught, and her interior muscles pumping me as strongly as my own fist. I could not hold back my own flow then, and only kept myself from shouting by holding my breath, and the deprivation of oxygen may have caused me to lose consciousness for a moment.
She was relaxed, at last, when I came to, slumped atop me, but her skin was flushed and warm and her breathing even. Cloris and I put her back into her dress and then into her berth.
Rose’s vigor is now entirely restored, but I fear for my own. These scientific inquiries can be taxing.