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Subject: Pirate's New Cuntlicker(f/f) 1/?
Disclaimer:
This work contains explicit sex and should not be read or acted out by
those individuals who may be severely damaged, physically or
psychologically, from such libidinous goings-on. Everyone else is
invited to experiment to their genitals' delight. You can even ask me to
join you...I won't be offended.
THE PIRATE’S NEW CUNTLICKER
Jen didn’t really know what to expect. When the pirates had
attacked their yacht, the Fairy Princess, murdered her family before her
horrified eyes, and offered the crew the choice of joining their
bloodthirsty ways or dying, she’d fully expected to be taken quickly
aside, clothes ripped from her quivering form, and gang-raped until her
cunt was sore with friction burns.
But that didn’t happen. Though not exactly treated with kid
gloves, she was shown a certain deference. At first she thought it was
because she was only fifteen, but she was leered at, her nipples even
pinched gently but provocatively, and her slit was stroked more than
once through her sheer silk panties, but other than that, none of them
even hinted she’d soon have cocks in her cunt, ass and mouth
simultaneously.
They certainly weren’t avoiding her because she was ugly enough
to gag a snail. Waist-length blonde hair and green eyes, at four inches
over five feet, Jen was truly "stacked", her breasts firm and upright
without support, yet pushing a D cup. Her nipples were small as dimes
and tended to become diamond-hard at the slightest provocation. Being a
swimmer, she kept her groin neatly shaved. In fact, she was so good
looking, mouth-watering, that it was hard to believe she was a virgin.
After a journey of three days, during which even she had to
admit she was treated quite well, they made landfall on a medium-sized
tropical island with a small but deep harbor. It was very beautiful and
picturesque, and Jen thought she might have spent as much as $500 a day
to stay here at one time.
The accommodations seemed rustic, but were, in fact, quite
modern. The thatch of the exterior masked the stucco walls, air
conditioning, and thoroughly modern furnishings.
One of her captors tugged on her arm.
"C’mon," he said. "Della is waitin’ to interview ya."
"Interview me?"
"Yah. She has first claim, y’see," he explained. "So I guess
you’ll be hers, an’ the likes o’ me’ll never get a crack at ya."
Ladies’ Maid, I assumed, in my naïveté. Even lady pirates must
like to look good. Soon, he was knocking at a large green door with an
ornate brass knob and a gold plate on which was scrolled, "LIBRARY".
"Come!" called a very sexy, deep female voice. The body that
matched the voice was exquisite...lacking a couple inches of six feet in
height; raven haired, long and luxuriant; the deepest blue eyes
imaginable; curves perfect in every nuance; slim and delicate hands;
petite, upswept eyebrows; and an angelic face the best ancient poets
would have praised had they been remotely capable of imagining such an
absolute quintessence of feminine pulchritude. On top of all this, she
exuded such a pure, raw hunger and delight in sex--no, let us be
blunt--in fucking--that it could have been felt by an amoebae.
When she saw Jen, she grinned. It was a hungry, yet welcoming
grin, but the young captive wasn’t warmed by it.
"You may leave now," she told the male pirate almost absently,
her full attention on Jen. "You have," Della purred, "three choices.
First, you can die. Personally, I think the experience is highly
over-rated, and wouldn’t consider it.
"You second choice is to become the playtoy of the crew."
"Playtoy?" asked Jen, also she was sure she knew what was meant.
The older woman shrugged, her hardened nipples plainly visible
through her t-shirt. "Okay, sex slave. You’ll be fucked so many times,
you’ll become nothing but a hole."
No. Death would probably be better. "And my third option?"
"Me."
Without thinking, Jen answered, "I’ll take you."
Rubbing her hands together in anticipation, Della replied,
"Excellent!" She looked over the girl carefully, from head to toe
before continuing, "You may take your clothes off now."
Startled, "What?"
Impatiently, "Strip, bitch!" and waited until Jen stood before
her in her underthings, hesitating. "Everything!" snapped the pirate,
who enjoyed the other girl’s blushes as she soon stood naked before her
mistress. "When I say, ‘Assume the position," you will come to
attention, standing with legs apart, and interlace your fingers behind
your neck, keeping your elbows well back. Do you understand?"
Jen nodded mutely.
"Very well. Assume the position!" Jen did so, blushing, trying
not to think about how her tits were so prominently displayed. Which was
the point, of course.
Della wore a gentle smile. Tapping the inside of one thigh, she
said, "Legs farther apart, dear." Jen complied. "You will follow
whatever orders I give you, without question. You will maintain whatever
pose I request...no matter what happens...until I give you further
orders. If I do this..." and she pinched Jen’s ass savagely, causing the
girl to practically levitate with an outraged squawk, "you will stay
still, or suffer your punishment--like this!" Della savagely twisted
Jen’s small left nipple, causing her to scream...but not to break
position.
The pirate gently cupped one tit, rubbing her thumb softly over
the abused nipple, which soon became hard. "Good girl," purred the
pirate with approval. Now her hands roved freely over Jen’s body,
testing the softness and resilience of the skin, causing the blonde to
blush hotly.
With an index finger, Della delicately rubbed the outer lips of
Jen’s cunt, reveling in the flower-petal feel, easing it gently between
to the dampness beneath. She gasped as the finger entered her and moved
around a bit.
"Still a virgin, eh? Well, we’ll take care of that later
tonight." At Jen’s startled look, she explained, "No, I won’t throw you
to the crew. I’m gonna fuck this virgin cunt with my strap-on
dildo...and maybe crack that tight asshole of yours, to boot!" Jen
gulped. "A good whipping might improve your temperament--ever make
acquaintance with a pussy whip? If you get a good clit shot, the feeling
is... unforgettable!" The captive shuddered.
"On the bed!" she was ordered. "No, on your back, love."
Della stripped quickly and joined her, giving a long, deep kiss.
As the hot velvet tongue caressed hers, Jen began to think this wasn’t
so bad. A trail of soft, sucking kisses down her neck. Gasping as a
nipple was sucked into a warm, wet mouth, she closed her eyes and sighed
in pleasure. Soon the soft suction moved to her other tit, and a finger
was thrust into her now juicy cunt, wet itself, then moved upward to
gently circle her throbbing clit. Jen was moaning, tossing her head from
side to side. Her nipples felt hard as pink diamonds, and her cunt was
juicing freely, clit tingling. When a questing finger, coated with her
own juices, slipped into her asshole and began rhythmically
finger-fucking, Jen came hard, the best orgasm she’d had in her short
life.
"Feels good, don’t it?" Della removed her fingers and, looking
Jen directly, smokingly, in the eyes--blue to green--she raised the
finger that had so pleasured the young girl to her mouth and seductively
licked it free of the girl’s love honey.
"Tastes like heaven," Della said dreamily, "but I can’t wait to
get it fresh from your hot cunt! To run my tongue along your honeyed
slit...
"Speaking of which," she continued, stroking Jen’s cunt lips in
a way guaranteed to madden, "time to get down to it!" And she moved down
Jen’s body, bestowing wet kisses, swirling her tongue in the girl’s
navel, making love to her lower belly. "Spread for me, love. Spread wide
for my touch and my tongue."
Drawing her heels up to her ass, Jen spread her legs as wide as
possible, allowing free access to her sopping cunt and puckered
pink-and-brown asshole. With a long lick from asshole to clit, Della
began her assault on the most private portion of Jen’s anatomy.
Tongue-fucking both cunt and asshol--along with licking, sucking and
nibbling the sensitive clit--were alternated with fingers being
manipulated into various orifices, and punctuated by Della’s snorts and
Jen’s moans, cries and screams of pleasure, which became more along the
lines of glutted, guttural grunts as the night wore on.
The rest of the crew (all male) satisfied themselves with
beatin’ their meat under the romantic light of the four moons.
CONTINUED
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is the very beginning of a long fantasy series with
lots of sex for your (and my) edification and enjoyment. "Subscriptions"
may be obtained by supplying me with f/f stories I don’t have. This is
copyrighted material (1997), and may not be copied or adapted in ANY
form without the express bribery of the author.
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