STARBOARD ROSE

By Trisha Monks

(MF FF cons oral anal rim magic)

"Anything to report, Sergeant Stam?" the Captain 
inquired.

"Nothing, sir," Stam replied. "Just the usual petty 
misdemeanours."

Captain Ranald looked up from his desk and frowned, 
tapping a blue pencil against his teeth. He did not 
wholly trust the sergeant and rarely felt comfortable in 
his presence, despite Stam's forty years of faithful 
service with the Merchant Guild. There were, for 
instance, various rumours about Stam's dealings with 
smugglers and pirates, and some among the Guild's 
hierarchy suspected that treachery and bribery might be 
afoot.

At thirty-two, Ranald was exactly half Stam's age but, 
unlike the sergeant, he had a burning ambition to rise 
through the ranks of the Guild's military arm. For two 
years he had captained a coastguard unit and now he 
yearned for advancement, hoping for a commission in the 
Guild Navy or in one of the elite marine regiments. He 
had forsaken several opportunities for marriage in order 
to pursue his career, for he did not want to become 
shore-bound like Sergeant Stam, who lived with his wife 
in a tiny cottage behind the harbour.

"Look, here," said Ranald. "The Guildmasters want us to 
keep a close eye on that pepper trader. You know the 
fellow I mean, don't you?"

Stam nodded. "Yes, sir. You mean Judd Mosso, the bane of 
all coastguards. He's a smuggler of contraband, but he's 
too clever to be caught by the Guild."

"Anybody can make a mistake, Sergeant," Ranald retorted 
darkly. "Even a sly fish like Mosso. We must catch this 
rogue before he makes fools of all of us. I hear rumours 
that he watches the movement of Guild ships and gives 
valuable information to pirates. We need to put a stop 
to his mischief."

"Of course, sir," said Stam. "What strategy do you 
suggest?"

"A trap," the Captain answered. "We should set a snare 
and invite him to sniff the bait, then we'll catch him 
like an eel in a net. I suggest that we disguise one of 
our men as a pirate and arrange for him to meet secretly 
with Judd Mosso. The new corporal would be useful in the 
role, for his face is not yet known around the dockside 
taverns."

"An excellent plan, sir," said Stam. "Would you like me 
to make the necessary arrangements?"

"I would indeed," Ranald replied. "Keep me informed of 
the situation."

Stam saluted, and bowed, and left the Captain's chamber. 
He walked along a dark corridor to emerge into the 
bright sunshine of the castle's high-walled courtyard. 
There, upon the dusty ground, platoons of men in white 
uniforms paraded and marched under the keen gaze of 
their sergeants. Near the main gate a small squad of 
young women practiced weapons drill with swords and 
shields. Stam stared at them as he walked past, his eyes 
feasting on the sight of bare suntanned legs beneath 
short white dresses, until a sharp glance from the 
squad's female sergeant compelled him to avert his eyes.

Beyond the castle gate he turned down a long winding 
street that descended to the harbour, passing throngs of 
folk who bustled noisily to and fro. A wide vista opened 
before him as he neared the dockside and he saw the 
green sea glittering beyond the sheltered waters of the 
bay. Ships of many types and sizes clustered together in 
the shallows, or lay moored at the old stone quays, 
where sailors unloaded cargoes or undertook repairs to 
masts and sails.

Stam turned towards an ancient crumbling wharf in a 
quiet corner of the port and walked to the furthest end 
of a narrow jetty. There a small vessel lay bobbing 
gently in the harbour-swell, its tarred hull tapping 
against the greasy brickwork, its sail already furled. 
Its crew of two comprised a swarthy, bare-chested man in 
dirty trousers and, toiling nearby, a girl with olive 
skin who wore a loose calico shirt over tight linen 
breeches. The girl's black hair was cut very close, 
almost as short as the bristly stubble on the swarthy 
man's unshaven chin. From a distance she looked like a 
slender boy as she busied herself on the deck. But, when 
she turned to look at Stam as he approached, her beauty 
struck him like a dart, as it always did when he saw her 
after an interval of days or weeks. Her blue eyes 
narrowed, and a warm smile curled across her lips.      

"Greetings, Sergeant!" she called, tying a heavy rope in 
her strong hands. "Have you missed me this past 
fortnight?"

Stam nodded, straightening his white tunic and looking 
down at her from the kerb of the jetty. With one hand he 
wiped sweat from his bald scalp, while with the other he 
waved to the man, who walked across the deck to stand 
beside the girl.

"Well?" she said, demanding a response to her question.

"Yes, my dear Fay," Stam answered. "I've missed you 
greatly, and I am gladdened by your safe return."

"And how is your wife?" Fay inquired.

Stam grinned, rolling his eyes skyward. "Still fat and 
lazy," he replied.

Fay grinned up at him, before turning away to coil a 
length of rope. The swarthy man stroked his beard and 
belched, patting his shirtless belly as he waited for 
the sergeant to speak.

"Are you well, Master Mosso?" Stam inquired.

"Well enough, Guildsman," came the reply. "But my life 
would be easier if your ships were slower. Five times 
this vessel has been boarded in the past month. Boarded 
and rummaged and searched by your colleagues. Why can 
they not let an honest trader go about his business?"

Stam chuckled, rocking back and forth on his booted 
heels. "Honest traders are indeed left alone, as well 
you know. But the Merchant Guild cannot ignore pirates, 
nor those who assist them."

Mosso leaned over the rail to spit into the murky water. 
"They should search your house, then," he said. "They 
might find more ill-gotten gold under your bed than in 
the coffers of my corsair friends."

Stam coughed uneasily, his eyes flitting from side to 
side. "Keep your voice down, you fool!  Captain Ranald 
has spies in every crab-hole along these quays."

Mosso laughed, relishing the anxious expression in the 
sergeant's face. "Perhaps he should hear that your 
courage is failing, and that you are too old to be of 
useful service to the Merchant Guild?  Or he might be 
interested to learn that you are not too old to give my 
daughter a good time."

"Hush!" said Stam urgently, his eyes wide with fear. 
"You speak too loudly, and too carelessly. We'll be 
hanged, all three of us, if Ranald discovers our 
arrangement."

"Arrangement?" Mosso chuckled. "Is that what the captain 
calls it when one of his old sergeants fucks a teenage 
girl as a reward for passing Guild secrets to the 
corsairs?"

"Curb your tongue!" said Stam, shaking his head in 
despair. "You'll embarrass your daughter with such lewd 
talk."

"I'm not embarrassed," said Fay, shrugging her 
shoulders. "I feel no shame in our bargain, Sergeant 
Stam, for everyone gains from it and nobody is harmed."

Mosso put his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek. 
"Good girl!" he cried. "Your mother would be proud of 
you, were she still alive to hear your brave words." He 
hugged her close, then looked up at the sergeant. "Well, 
Guildsman, what have you brought for me today?"

"Two things," Stam answered. "First, Captain Ranald is 
seeking to snare you in a trap, which I shall scupper 
before it becomes a danger. Secondly, the Guild is 
planning to divert the silk convoys via the Western 
Shoals. I reckon they might be easy prey for your 
friends."

Mosso nodded, stroking his beard pensively. "Good 
information, which I will pass on to certain people who 
may find it interesting. And now, I guess, you will seek 
to claim your reward. Do you want swift payment?"

Stam nodded eagerly, rubbing his hands in anticipation. 
"Immediately," he replied. "And not a moment later."

"Go on, Fay," said Mosso, gently pushing his daughter 
towards the small cabin that rose from the centre of the 
deck. "Give the old traitor what he wants."

Stam scrambled down from the jetty and followed Fay 
across the deck, meeting Mosso's grin with a sheepish 
stare. The sergeant was the taller of the two men, but 
Mosso was broader and more muscular. He was at least ten 
years younger than Stam, who felt rather intimidated by 
him. But both men towered over Fay, who seemed small and 
fragile as she led the sergeant through the cabin's low 
doorway.

Stam closed the door behind him and watched in leering 
fascination as the girl began to strip, her fingers 
peeling away the calico shirt and curling into the 
waistband of her skin-tight breeches. She was naked 
beneath the garments, her body smooth and suntanned as 
she slid slowly onto the heap of blankets and cushions 
that sprawled across the floor.

"You're so beautiful!" Stam whispered, his eyes roaming 
over her shapely curves as he removed his own clothes. 
Her blue eyes blinked up at him as he undressed, her 
white teeth baring in a grin when his erection tumbled 
out of his trousers.

"You seem very eager today," she observed.

"When am I not eager for your body, little one?" he 
replied, dropping to his knees and reaching out to 
caress her pert breasts. "Your beauty intoxicates me 
like the scent of red wine."

"Poetry!" she scoffed playfully, stroking a finger 
across his quivering belly. "Save your pretty words for 
the tavern whores, Guildsman."

Stam took a quick intake of breath when her right hand 
curled around his stiff manhood, a small moan escaping 
from his lips as she drew the foreskin slowly back and 
forth.

"Talk to me," he whispered breathlessly.

Fay shrugged, her gaze remaining fixed on his cock. 
"What do you want me to say?"

"Tell me about your lovers," Stam urged, cupping her 
face in his big hands until she lifted her head to 
return his stare. "I want to hear everything, every 
detail of your bed-play. You know how much your tales 
arouse me."

"Alright, you old lecher," said Fay. "I'll give you what 
you want, if it makes you happy. But I do not own two 
mouths, so your cock must wait until the story is told. 
I cannot talk and suck at the same time."

Stam clicked his tongue and returned her grin. "My 
little minx! The tale can wait a while, I think. More 
urgent by far is the need to see your tongue around my 
shaft, for I have almost forgotten how good it feels."

"Allow me to remind you," she replied. 

She crouched down, kneeling forward, holding his 
erection in her right hand while guiding it towards her 
mouth. When her soft warm lips closed around the 
engorged purple tip Stam's whole body became rigid. He 
clenched his fists and gasped, his buttocks tightening 
as he leaned backwards, his thighs splayed apart as he 
knelt among the cushions. He moved his hands onto her 
shoulders, then up onto her head, caressing her delicate 
ears and her close-cropped hair. The black bristles at 
the nape of her neck felt as soft as rabbit fur beneath 
his fingers.

"You are truly beautiful, Fay," he whispered, gazing 
down at her and thinking that she looked like a sleek 
coffee-coloured cat as she crouched between his knees. 
The sensation of her hot tongue licking up and down the 
length of his shaft made his head feel dizzy.

Fay briefly withdrew her lips from his cock to gaze up 
at him. Saliva glistened on her chin but she wiped it 
off with her arm.

"Did you know that you are older than my grandfather?" 
she asked. "Are you not ashamed to hear that, 
Guildsman?"

Stam shook his head. "No," he answered, mopping sweat 
from his face. "The very thought excites me."

Fay squeezed his testicles playfully, but firmly enough 
to make him yelp. Then she resumed her oral performance, 
her mouth clamping his erection tightly and sucking it 
with a vigorous up-and-down motion.

"Stop!" he hissed suddenly, grabbing her head with 
trembling hands. "I do not wish to squirt my juice just 
yet." Taking a deep breath he lay back on the cushions 
and stretched out his long hairy legs, leaning up on his 
elbows to gain a good view of the girl. "Give me now 
your tale," he added. "And use your fingers as you 
speak."

Fay knelt back on her heels, casting a faint mocking 
smirk as her right hand curled around his stiff slippery 
shaft. Slowly, and with a mischievous chuckle, she drew 
the foreskin downward, pulling it so taut that the old 
sergeant gasped.

"I'll begin with an account of my six nights with 
Starboard Rose," she said.

"A pirate girl?" Stam ventured.

Fay shook her head. "No, a galley slave. She toils 
beneath the deck of my uncle's ship where she is one of 
two captives bearing the name Rose. The oar to which her 
wrists are chained is on the starboard side, hence the 
nickname to distinguish her from her namesake. All sixty 
slaves on that vessel are female, for my uncle has a 
penchant for capturing healthy girls and forcing them to 
propel his ship across the seas. A team of men would be 
faster, but he reckons he sleeps easier with a gang of 
women below deck. His father was slain by rebellious 
male slaves, so maybe his choice is a wise one after 
all."   

Stam licked a bead of sweat from his upper lip and 
closed his eyes, conjuring in his mind a vision of sixty 
naked women, their bodies glistening with sweat as they 
toiled in the fetid depths of a pirate galley. 

"Describe this slave to me," he whispered.

Fay rubbed his foreskin gently up and down, occasionally 
pressing the shiny purple tip with her thumb or 
squeezing the gristle-hard root, while recounting her 
tale.

"Starboard Rose is a pale, delicate flower," she 
continued. "An image of loveliness, trapped like a white 
bird in the squalid shadows of my uncle's boat. If you 
ever behold her, Guildsman, then you will surely be 
struck dumb by her beauty. At nineteen she is one year 
my senior, but her eyes are those of a girl of sixteen, 
for they are wide and blue and innocent. Her hair is the 
colour of gold silk, a gleaming mane that hangs down to 
her narrow waist, though tarnished now by grime and 
sweat. Tarnished and matted, tangled and dirty, except 
when my uncle summons her to his cabin. He alone is 
permitted to taste her charms, and that is some small 
comfort in her misery, for the other galley-slaves are 
fucked relentlessly by the sailors. The prettiest girls 
are kept for many days in the crew dormitory, returning 
to their oars only when their strength is needed to 
speed the vessel in battle or pursuit."

"A miserable existence indeed," Stam commented, his gaze 
fixed intently on the sight of Fay's hand clutching his 
throbbing erection. "I pity all who endure such a life, 
even the poor wretches who move my king's fleets around 
the ocean."

"My uncle's slaves fare better than most," Fay 
explained. "They receive food and water three times a 
day and are walked around the foredeck at dawn and 
sunset. If they fall ill they are tended by the ship's 
surgeon, whereas on other vessels they would be flung 
overboard like sick dogs. My uncle is known as the most 
soft-hearted of pirates, but his slaves are stronger and 
healthier than most, and none are kept at the oars for 
more than a year."

"What happens to them after that?" Stam inquired.

Fay replaced her aching right hand with the left, 
resuming her masturbation of Stam's manhood with renewed 
vigour. A glistening droplet of clear fluid emerged from 
the engorged cockhead and remained at the tip like a 
tiny pearl.

"My uncle sells them ashore," she replied. "They are 
bought as housemaids or concubines by wealthy folk in 
the eastern ports. That would be the fate of Starboard 
Rose, had I not intervened on her behalf."

"You bought her for yourself?"

"No," Fay answered, smiling and shaking her head. "I 
cannot afford to buy her, though my heart greatly 
desires it, and my hands yearn to touch her lovely body 
again. But no, I merely persuaded my uncle to let her go 
free when her year as a galley slave is done, to release 
her from all bonds, to let her go back to her young 
husband in the west."

Stam made a soft growling noise when the forefinger of 
Fay's right hand wormed beneath his scrotum to burrow 
between his buttocks. That was something he especially 
enjoyed, though his wife steadfastly refused to do it, 
and even the harbour whores charged extra for it.

"How did you persuade your uncle?" he asked.

"Is your climax approaching?" she ventured, ignoring his 
question. "The veins in your shaft are swelling and 
pulsating, so maybe you want to squirt your juice in my 
mouth?"

"No!" he hissed. "Everything is under control. Just 
continue rubbing my cock and fingering my ass, and tell 
me what I wish to know."

"How did I persuade my uncle?" she resumed. "He dotes on 
me like I'm a precious daughter. Anything I ask for is 
granted without hesitation. Whenever I journey on his 
ship, he treats me like a princess of the seas."

"Perhaps he hopes to fuck you?" said Stam, giving her a 
sly grin.

Fay gave a wry smile. "Perhaps so. But my father would 
slay him if he tried to touch me, and my uncle knows it 
well. Pirates we may be, Sergeant Stam, but we are not 
animals, nor do we bed our close kin."

She chuckled when her fingertip penetrated his asshole, 
her eyes twinkling mischievously as his legs twitched in 
response. Usually she lubricated her finger with olive 
oil before probing his rear passage, but she knew how 
much he enjoyed the discomfort of a dry insertion, 
especially when her finger burrowed inward as far as the 
knuckle.

"It happened six weeks ago," she continued, her left 
hand moving exquisitely slowly up and down his cock. "I 
took a brief trip across the Southern Sea on my uncle's 
ship, while my father remained ashore to trade at the 
market. On previous journeys I had spent my nights with 
a handsome young sailor called Zeeder, whose skill 
between the bedsheets is truly astounding. But to my 
dismay I found that Zeeder had left my uncle's crew to 
join a corsair fleet. As none of the other crewmen 
whetted my appetite I wondered if my seven nights on the 
journey would be cold and lonely, until my uncle 
suggested that I sample the charms of his galley slaves.

"At first I scoffed at the idea. Not because of any 
aversion to a female bedmate, but because I could barely 
imagine touching one of the grimy, sweat-streaked 
creatures who toiled below the decks. I'd seen them on 
my previous visits, usually when they were exercised on 
the foredeck at sunset, and they seemed a haggard tribe. 
Their naked bodies were filthy and greasy, and only 
their eyes could be discerned in their unwashed faces. 
On one forgettable occasion I stepped down the ladder 
that descended to the bowels of the ship and the stench 
nearly knocked me over. Zeeder often tried to persuade 
me to accept one of those wretches into my cabin for a 
threesome, so that he could watch me make love to a 
woman, but I always refused, despite his assurance that 
the girl would be thoroughly scrubbed beforehand.

"So, when my uncle suggested a slave as a cure for my 
solitude, I scorned the offer and retired to my cabin 
alone. There I lay on the bed, drinking strong red wine 
until my head became dizzy. But it was the first night 
of the journey and I felt restless, so I went up onto 
the foredeck to watch the sun go down, and there I saw 
Starboard Rose."

"She was exercising alone?" said Stam.

"No, of course not!" Fay retorted, clicking her tongue 
at the naivety of his question. "Why would such a thing 
happen?  But no, she was on the upper deck with my 
uncle, and together they were counting the first stars 
in the east. Her golden hair caught the soft sea breeze 
like a shimmering veil, and her slender body was clad in 
a long gown of white velvet. She turned towards me when 
I called my uncle's name, and at once my tongue cleaved 
to my palate, for her beauty struck me like a bolt of 
sorcery. I wondered who she might be, my initial 
assumption being that this magnificent woman must surely 
be a fine lady of the coasts. A duke's daughter, 
perhaps?

"But my uncle grinned and said: 'This is Starboard Rose, 
the most precious of those who toil below, and the 
dearest of all my slaves.' I said nothing, but my gaze 
fell on Rose and I saw the sadness in her eyes. Then she 
smiled at me, despite her misery and despair, and my 
heart was pierced as if by a burning arrow. I felt deep 
remorse and shame, perceiving the horror of her life and 
knowing that I was a part of it."

"But you are not this girl's captor," Stam remarked, 
closing his eyes to savour the tickle of her finger 
wriggling inside his rear passage.

"True enough," Fay added. "But the captor is my kinsman, 
my father's brother, and my voyage of leisure was made 
possible by the sweat of Rose's arms. So in shame I 
turned and stormed off to the other side of the ship. My 
dear uncle followed me, his face a mask of anxiety. Rose 
remained at the rail, her sad eyes still gazing out at 
the eastern horizon, while I stood twenty yards away and 
drunkenly berated my uncle for chaining such a beautiful 
girl to a filthy oar.

"He was baffled, of course, and rightly so, for never 
before had I protested at his penchant for female galley 
slaves. 'I don't care about the others!' I retorted. And 
then he realized that it was my heart and not my head 
that was making the protest. He laughed at my rage and 
said: 'Shall I send the girl to your cabin?'  To which I 
had no answer, other than to blush and turn away."

"And Rose came to you that night?" Stam inquired, his 
eyes gleaming eagerly. "Fresh from your uncle's bed?"

"Fresher than that," Fay replied. "My uncle sent her to 
my cabin almost immediately. He escorted her himself and 
delivered her into my care. As soon as he had gone I 
took her in my arms and kissed her. Like me, Rose is 
small and slender, yet lithe and shapely. Through the 
white velvet gown her body felt warm and firm, and my 
hands were hungry to explore its delightful curves. She 
stood gasping as I stripped her, those huge blue eyes 
staring uncertainly at the ceiling."

"Halt!" said Stam, his legs suddenly stiffening. "Stop 
the rubbing for a moment."

"Are you about to spurt?" asked Fay, relaxing her grip 
on his rigid shaft and withdrawing her finger from his 
ass.

Stam clenched his teeth and nodded, closing his eyes 
tightly until his senses drew back from the brink of 
orgasm.

"Alright," he whispered. "Continue what you were doing."

Fay's slow stimulation of his cock resumed and her lone 
finger wormed its way back inside his rear hole. The 
tale, too, continued.

"Seeing Rose naked almost made me swoon," she said, 
smiling at the memory. "Of the nine women I've bedded 
she is the most beautiful by far. Her skin is pale and 
smooth, like white satin, or maybe like ivory varnished 
with a faint pink veneer. Her breasts are the most 
perfectly-formed that I have ever seen, and her ass is 
so pert that I drooled when I spun her around. Dropping 
to my knees, I planted small kisses on each delicious 
buttock and ran the tip of my tongue along the tight 
cleft between them. Then I spun her again, clasping her 
ass and pulling her crotch towards my face. A triangle 
of soft golden bristles teased my lips and nose, so I 
kissed it, inhaling deeply to savour her scent. Looking 
up, I saw her face staring down at me, and I said: 'Have 
you made love with a woman before?'  Rose shook her 
head, nervously biting her lower lip, and I growled like 
a predator. I placed a slow tender kiss on her cunt, 
feeling her buttocks squirm in my hands as her slim hips 
writhed."

"By the gods!" Stam hissed, arching his back and 
clenching his fists. At that moment, a jet of white 
fluid squirted from his cock to spatter over his belly, 
one sticky gobbet landing on Fay's wrist. Another jet 
followed, and a third, but Fay quickly lowered her head 
to clamp her lips over the twitching tip, swallowing the 
remaining semen until no more remained. Then, with its 
juice all spent, the shaft softened and shrank, toppling 
onto Stam's thigh where it lay oozing and glistening.

Fay knelt back, wiping her hand across her mouth. "You 
should have warned me," she said. "I would gladly have 
coaxed your climax with my tongue."

"I know," Stam replied hoarsely, his chest heaving as he 
gasped for breath. "But please, my dear one, please 
continue the story. Tell me about the beautiful Rose."

Fay yawned, stretching her arms aloft until the ribs 
showed in her lean body. Stam lay panting among the 
cushions, admiring her youthful curves and her dark 
loveliness, feeling already a renewed stirring in his 
manhood.

"What do you want me to do?" she inquired.

"That scratchy thing," he answered. "Are your 
fingernails neatly trimmed?"

Fay nodded, shuffling forward on her knees to place her 
upturned right hand beneath his testicles. With small 
movements of her fingers she began to gently scratch the 
underside of his scrotum, resuming her tale at the same 
time.

"I wanted to lick Rose all over, tasting every inch of 
her flesh. So I stood up and led her to the bed. There 
she lay on her back, watching me as I undressed. My cunt 
was already moist and my nipples were like hard pink 
buttons. I was very drunk, but not too drunk to fuck a 
gorgeous girl. I crawled slowly onto the bed and lay on 
top of Rose, kissing her hungrily and shoving my tongue 
inside her mouth. Then I moved downward, licking and 
sucking her nipples for several minutes before trailing 
my lips over her flat belly, pausing to lap fresh salty 
sweat from her navel. And so at last I reached her 
delicious cunt, greeting it first with a slow kiss that 
brought a gasp from her throat, though the gasp was an 
expression of shock rather than of delight. Nobody but 
her husband had kissed her in that secret place, and no 
woman except her mother and sisters had seen her naked. 
She begged me not to use my tongue, but I was in no mood 
to stop, so I ignored her plea.

"Licking her was heavenly, exquisite, almost 
unbelievably pleasurable. I cannot even begin to 
describe the sensation, Sergeant Stam. No man can ever 
understand the thoughts that explode in a woman's mind 
when she licks another woman's cunt. To me, it feels far 
more natural than sucking a cock, an art in which I am 
considered to be an expert. But all of my female lovers 
have praised my skill in pleasuring them, and Rose soon 
echoed their words."

"But surely she hated it?" Stam ventured.

"At first, yes," Fay explained. "She cursed me in 
whispers when I began licking her and her limbs went 
rigid. I flipped her onto her belly and opened her 
buttocks, urging her to relax as I tongued her cute 
little asshole. I fingered my own cunt the whole time, 
bringing myself to a noisy climax that merely made me 
twice as eager. So we swapped places, and I told her to 
use her tongue on my hot slit.

"Lying there on my back, with an incredibly beautiful 
woman crouched between my legs, I was the happiest girl 
in the world. Rose licked my cunt so expertly that I 
barely believed her insistence that she had not done it 
before. The tip of her tongue flicked my clit until I 
lay writhing like a snake, my moans growing louder and 
louder. As the first shuddering climax swept over me I 
clutched her head and buried my fingers in her golden 
hair, whispering her name at every delightful spasm. It 
was then that I vowed to secure her freedom, sealing my 
promise with an oath.

"That made everything different, for Rose hailed me as 
her saviour and began to sob, the prospect of release 
from bondage proving too much for her fragile emotions 
to bear. I wiped the tears from her lovely face and 
hugged her, showering her breasts with kisses and 
squeezing her pert ass-cheeks. My fingers crept inside 
her cunt to fondle her pink treasure and, to my lasting 
delight, she responded with a smile and a soft sigh. 
Slowly and gently I fingered her to a sweet climax, my 
eyes transfixed as I watched her quivering in my arms. 
Then a great weariness enveloped her, and she fell into 
a deep slumber."

"Hellfire, Fay!" hissed Stam. "Your tale is setting a 
fire in my veins!"

Fay laughed, giving his scrotum a final scratch and 
prodding the erection that stood at an angle above his 
loins.

"Your cock is even harder than before," she observed. 
"What would you like me to do with it?"

"I want to fuck you," came the reply. "I need to feel 
your flesh around my shaft."

Fay nodded, grinning as she prepared to sit astride his 
hips. But Stam shook his head urgently and gripped her 
narrow waist, turning her around so that she knelt on 
all fours like a beast. Rising to his knees he shuffled 
forward, pressing the purple tip of his manhood into the 
cleft between her buttocks.

"It's your sweet young ass that I want," he said. "Pass 
me that bottle of olive oil."

Fay giggled as he trickled oil into her cleft, the 
sensation tickling the sensitive flesh within. She 
giggled again when his gnarled forefinger stroked her 
crinkled hole and probed inside her rear passage, the 
movement making a squelching noise as he lubricated the 
tight tube.

"Gods!" hissed Stam, through gritted teeth, savouring 
the pleasure of the first slow thrust. The sight of the 
girl's pert hindquarters almost made him ejaculate and 
he had to forcibly restrain his orgasm.

Fay's soft moans alternated with his own hoarse grunts 
and growls as he slowly reamed her asshole. The 
sensation was almost too exquisite for his body to bear 
and brought a nervous chuckle from his throat.

After barely a dozen thrusts he knew he could no longer 
contain his climax, but even as he released his juice 
with a muffled yell he saw Judd Mosso's grinning face at 
the cabin window.

"Enjoying my girl's sweetness, Guildsman?" the smuggler 
called through the glass. "You old fucker!  I should 
tell your wife about your little secret."

Fay slumped forward on her elbows and whispered: "Go 
away, Papa!"

But Stam was too far gone to listen to Mosso's crude 
jibes. With a groan he squirted the last few drops of 
semen into Fay's body and began to slowly withdraw his 
cock. Then, leaning back, he watched the flaccid shaft 
as it shrank on his thigh, its foreskin slimy and 
glistening.

Fay crawled aside and rolled into a sitting position, 
grinning at the old sergeant as she reached for her 
clothes. Stam knelt breathlessly against the cabin's 
planked wall and wiped sweat from his brow.

"You did not finish the tale of Starboard Rose," he 
observed. "What became of her?"

Fay grimaced as she wriggled into her close-fitting 
trousers, aware that a pungent cocktail of olive oil and 
semen was oozing from her rear orifice.

"Rose remained in my cabin for five more days and 
nights," she explained. "I even persuaded my dear uncle 
to write a certificate of freedom, which I duly showed 
to Rose. Her delight and gratitude were expressed in 
hours of truly delicious lovemaking beneath my bedsheet, 
for Rose knew that she would soon be going home to her 
husband. On the seventh day I departed at a port, and 
Rose returned to her oar, but with a well-fed body and 
hope in her heart. Her year as a slave ends soon, you 
see."

"But in the meantime she no longer has to share your 
uncle's bed?" ventured Stam, picking his tunic off the 
floor.

"Not so," Fay replied, buttoning her shirt and rising to 
her feet. "My uncle cannot resist fucking her, but Rose 
now deems it a small burden while her mind counts the 
days to her liberty."

"Will you ever see her again?"

"I doubt it," came the reply, as Fay turned around to 
open the cabin door.

The old sergeant staggered stiffly to his feet and 
chortled softly. "My dear girl! You have a huge damp 
patch in the seat of your breeches. Have you no other 
clothes to wear?"

Fay rolled her eyes and gave a weary sigh. "If you were 
a man of courtesy you might purchase a new pair of 
trousers for me at the market. Do I not deserve the same 
gifts that you bestow upon your whores?"

Stam followed her as she made her way out onto the deck. 
"Indeed you deserve such a gift, my darling Fay. But a 
red velvet dress for a pirate girl?  Would you wear it, 
if I bought it?"

"A red dress?" Fay scoffed. "I'd rather wear fuck-stinky 
breeches and a calico shirt!"

THE END

Starboard Rose. Copyright 2004 Trisha Monks
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