A Damned Good Rogering: The Roger Frank Selby Collection
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Catch of the Night
A spectacularly sexy science fiction tale.
On a waterworld with no continents, the female descendents of the crew of a crashed starship have genetically adapted faster to the aquatic conditions while the men lag behind. And on such a world, drastic mating methods are required!
The Farmer's Gun
Farmer Johnson is concered. Farmhand Tom seems a bit slow, but Mrs Johnson finds him well up to the mark. She discovers a use for him, aleviating the pressure of milk over-production after she breast feeds. After a close call relieving Tom's pressure in the cowshed, she delays further adventures until her husband is away. But come market day, farmer Johnson returns unexpectedly...
Up Periscope!
When an attractive female officer helicoptered aboard a submarine at sea triggers the security alarm, just who among the all-male crew is to perform the mandatory full strip-search? It turns out that two marine NCOs are required - but is this something Lieutenant Laura Lacey knows already?
Thou Shalt Not Covet
Jake can't believe his luck when a plumbing emergency gets him inside his sexy neighbour's house while the other half's at work, especially when something as simple as wet feet leads to strange but encouraging behaviour on her part. Heavenly poolside frolics with the neighbour's partner become complicated on her husband's return from Germany - with an equally stunning fraulein!
Milking and Spanking Mrs Goodbody
Ms Goodbody is Mr and Mrs Brown's favourite bed and breakfast landlady until they find out that she has committed a violation of their privacy while the couple perform their exotic lovemaking!
Clearly some appropriate punishment is in order befitting the landlady's outstanding physical attributes. The couple soon discover her ability to supply milk from her large breasts. On the way, the voluptuous landlady helps the couple advance a few boundaries of their own, in this outrageous threesome adventure.
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A Damned Good Rogering - Roger Frank Selby
A Damned Good Rogering
Catch of the Night
It was the night of Two Moons Passing. This season only one boy in the village stood on the threshold of manhood. Jude noticed a different look in his founder’s eyes as he kissed the old man’s forehead and bade him farewell. He felt a surge of emotion welling in his chest, but managed to hold back the wetness that stung his eyes. If he passed the Night Fishing test this would be the last time he would dwell under the same roof as the man who had raised him.
The four headmen of the village were in high spirits as they collected him from his founder’s lodge and walked him down to the beach.
‘A long time ago a boy was brought to manhood on almost every Two Moons Passing, but now this is getting sparse indeed. A rare treat, lad! So don’t you worry, none,’ said Russ.
Jude hoped they hadn’t brought him to this to soon – perhaps they should let him wait to the next… No! The time was right – he knew it. On the way to the boats they passed the street of young men’s lodges. Last season he’d helped to build three new lodges in preparation for himself and two younger boys of the village. As the senior, Jude had already made his selection – The lodge under the great tree of yellow cock-fruit.
Russ saw his glance. ‘If all goes well, me lad, you can claim that lodge by sunup.’
The land breeze of the night – driven by the land cooling off from each ever-hot day – was full of the smells of perpetual summer as it wafted down from the heights of Mother Mountain. The men waded into the warm sea, their kilts spreading out over the surface. The warm wind helped them push out the Night Fishing Boat. This would be – of course – Jude’s first time out at sea in the big boat. He revelled in the privilege of being allowed to touch the sacred, weathered timbers. The great boat met the first big wave of the swell. The bow surged high as he hoisted himself over the gunwales in the salty spray – almost catching his cock on the splintery old wood – and flopped like a wet fish onto the dry planks of the deck, still warm from their baking in the sun. The other men flowed aboard, moving to their stations to work the boat.
Soon the great lateen sail – vastly bigger than a normal two-man boat sail – was thrusting them strongly down the wide glitter-path of the rising moons. Jude marvelled at the difference from day fishing – the strange, eerie light, the much bigger tackle, the huge boat…
Russ – head of the headmen – looked down at the youngster, probably knowing well his thoughts. He seemed very friendly to Jude tonight, for a change, allowing the young man temporarily into the intimacy of the inner circle.
‘Much bigger game for thee tonight, young ‘un!’ laughed the big man. The other men chuckled knowingly as Jude squirmed. If only he had something to do…
‘Well we can’t have an idler in the boat, can we lads? Up the mast with you, an’ see you keep a weather lookout. Your young eyes should see anything twice afar as ours – see something to make them fairly pop, I shouldn’t wonder!’ The men laughed again as Jude scurried like a rat up to the masthead. As he looked down from his perch he suffered a moment’s dizziness. In his embarrassment he’d forgotten he was climbing a much taller mast – that swayed and pitched with a slower but wider swing… Steady now, he told himself. To calm his nerves and his stomach he concentrated on the equipment on the deck – the wide mesh nets on the teasing booms, the large lashing frames on the fo’c’sle – all so much bigger than on the boats he was used to. A man could put a foot through that mesh. The teasing poles were as thick as his wrist at least. Just how big was this special fish? And what was the big secret?
‘Don’t look down, look out! Ye’re supposed to be a smerthing lookout!’ called a voice from the distant deck. The headmen’s laughter followed again as Jude knew it would. He banished their voices from his mind and scanned the wide, featureless sea ahead, searching for their quarry in the bright, doubled moonlight.
***
The two co-orbital moons would set by the time of the boatmen’s return. They would sight their island homeland when the first white-orange rays of sunlight from the system’s K1 star-sun picked out the highest point of a conical mountain – a mountain of partly corroded metal more than five hundred seasons old. Mother Mountain the boatmen called it, no longer remembering just what Mother
meant. Only at the very highest point (away from the lower salty atmosphere) did the metal alloy still gleam un-corroded – a useful beacon to guide a homebound Night Fishing crew, when lit by morning’s early light. But once a far larger crew had landed here with no beacon to guide them; their vast starship, wrecked in that desperate forced landing, had weathered and overgrown to become Mother Mountain itself.
***
Hours passed. The two moons were now at the zenith. Jude’s straining eyes began to close from fatigue and the lateness of the hour while he listened to the voices from the deck below. The head men had been talking in low tones. From the odd words caught by Jude’s keen ear, he gathered that they were discussing the subject that now dominated all village life: why had there been no foundlings for so long? Since he’d been beached, only two others had followed. For two thirds of his dry life there had been no baby boys found on the beach. The village was ageing; the population dwindling as the old ones died off without replacement.
A fresh fragment of conversation drifted up to him.
‘They used to be so willing in them old days…’
‘… mark their position with shoals of glow-fish so we could find ‘em, they did,’ said another voice.
Low murmurs of agreement as they all pitched in, adding to the same tale.
A louder voice – Russ’s – called up to him: ‘Hey Lookout, keep awake!’ Then in a kinder, sadder tone: ‘Well, lad, it looks like we’re goin’ to be unlucky tonight.’
But just