A Pirate's Pleasure

[Swashbuckler]

Charles

Taking her head in my hand, enraptured in the mysteries of the her mouth, I gently grasp handfuls of her raven hair running my fingers through thier damp tangles. "How marvelous you are, Maria," I goad her a bit. "Feel how you can bewitch me and conjure a timber of masculinity from its passive state with the sorcery that lies in every woman, dormant in most." She redoubles her efforts at my words and I can not restrain the groan of bliss that escapes my lips.

My hips lifting into her disappearing face as she becomes more bold. "Maria," I gasp gripping her hair more tightly, "devour me. Explore the curiousities buzzing within your mind. Give yourself to it!" I shout hoarsly as she attacks my mast.

Maria dives into her tasks, what she lacks in experience she makes up for a thousand fold in her new found enthusiasm. I feel the nicks of teeth, the slick hard carresses of her tongue. I can feel the powder keg within my loins beginning to charge once more. My hips lifting again, more powerfully, but I attempt to make no sign of what is awaiting her mouth. As she plays more fully, exploring more of my masuline attributes with eager fingers, unable, or perhaps frightened of what would happen if she released her lips grip on my enflamed flesh. She begins to squeeze and fumble with my poucha nd I can not controlt he spilling flood any longer. I begin to thrust in earnest, her eyes widen in surprise momentarily as she adjusts to the new sensations inside her cheeks. Then with a cry and holding her head tight to me I thrust one last violent puncture of her mouth, I fire a broadside of semen deep into her throat.

 

[SexyChele]

His hands running through my hair, his voice in my ears encouraging me on my journey, caused me to suck with abandon. The feel of steel beneath velvet skin was intoxicating, and my desire became to hear his groans of pleasure increase. As my lips and tongue played over his manhood, my desire became reality as his groans and gasps filled the cabin. His hips driving towards me, his erection filling my mouth, all new, slightly uncomfortable, totally wonderful.

My mind was racing with ideas of what I could do to increase his pleasure. Being inexperienced, I wondered if what I did was the most pleasure a woman could give a man - or was there more? I continued to suck, my tongue running over the velvety softness, my teeth lightly raking the flesh. I looked down and noticed that the sac that had been hanging freely before was now drawn tight up against his body. Intrigued, I ran my fingers over it, feeling the individual jewels beneath. As I did, his fingers twined even further into my hair. Becoming bold, I allowed my fingers to grasp the treasured sac, pressing, squeezing, pulling. His hips moved faster towards my face. What was it that was supposed to happen?

My answer came in but a moment. Feeling him grasp my head, and shove himself deeply into me, I felt his arousal against the back of my throat. Suddenly, a warm, salty wetness covered my tongue, and I started to swallow instinctively. This seemed to only serve to increase his pleasure. I kept swallowing until the flow ended, and his hands released their pressure.

Still licking the remaining stickiness from his member, I found the taste unusual and very much to my liking. He started to jerk, and I felt his hands under my arms, lifting me from his now flacid cock, and bringing me to his lips. His hands on my breasts, his lips against mine, with a smile in his voice.

"Well, Maria, I see you have quite the appetite for a man's dagger, don't you?"

I blushed furiously at the thought of my wantoness, but yes, I did indeed want more. I gradually brought my eyes to his, and saw the smile reflected there as well. Did he like what he saw? Or was he merely mocking me? I discovered the first caused my heart to stir within my breast, the later was something I didn't want to contemplate.

"Captain, I only hope that you have been pleased with my efforts, for yes, I must admit, I did have much pleasure myself."

 

[Swashbuckler]

Charles

After my excruciatingly blissfull spasams subside, and I taste her salt sprayed lips. Maria proves her worth again with words that can not help but ring true, "... I did have much pleasure myself." "Ho-ho, lassie!" I laugh, "so you did. But ne'er as much as I, I reckon." I pull her to me and kiss Maria in a long soft, yet powerful kiss before continuing. "Aye, Maria," I whisper as our lips barely part, "so you did." Toying absently with her niples, "Now let me show you how well an old seadog can lick your sweet wound."

Catching the new found curiosity in her dark eyes out of the corner of mine as I roll her on to her back and begin kissing my way down her chest. Stopping breifly at each breast to give them thier propper due. Flicking those sensitive bullets with my tongue. Inhaling those firm mounds tightly. Releasing them and continuing on across Maria's stomache, kissing lightly, licking gently.

Finally, as my form had slithered off the bed so that the primed and powdered cannon of my mouth could be brought to fully bear upon her. Before fully opening on her, I have to spy her delicate folds. Dark and swollen, from desire and use. Glistening with the golden surf of new found lust. Streaked with the drying crimson eddies of her freshly slain innocence. All shrouded together in dark, soft tangles that beckoned to the ferral beast that lurks in the hearts of all men.

Commands from the body superceding mind, I surge forward. Tongue flashing like a blade in battle. I trade cuts and paries with her steely clit, before sweeping low to stab her heated hull. Maria's hips rise against me as I my lips meet her nethers. Her curls surrounding my nostrils and filling them with our combined scent, thicker than sulfur smoke. The duel continues, I stab, she reels in our close quartered combat.

Latching on to her pelvic bone, like grappling irons to her gunnels, my lips sieze on and heave hard on her female mast. As I suckle, my tongue begins a new assault full upon her defenseless clit. Powerful slashes, cutting her to the blissful quick. Hard parries that ring loud clashes around my cabin in her moans. Hips pitching like a coaster in a blow. Her lips opening like a river's mouth, flooding my chin with her passion's delta. Fingers siezing my hair as if it is the last precipice of life. I thrust again, into her heated breech. Running her through, the mingling of flavors dance like St. Elmo's fire upon my tastebuds.

 

[SexyChele]

As he lays me back upon the bed, I watch as he works his way down my body. As he plays with first one, and then the other nipple, I feel my breath catch in my throat. A low groan escapes, before he frees them from such a sweet embrace.

As he stops between my thighs and stares for what seems an eternity. I suddenly become very shy - I feel so very exposed, for now there is nothing this man has not seen of me. I begin to blush before I feel his tongue lashing over my sex, my mind reeling, not sure of what is happening.

As he continues to lick and suck, I tense up, afraid and unsure. But his tongue is steady, his desire is true, and my resistance breaks down. Slowly, the pleasure of his actions overcome me, and I feel as though every nerve in my body has come alive. I feel as though I shall not ever get enough.

My hips start to move, almost against my will. My hands reach down, brushing through the tumbled curles, pushing his face deeper into me, feeling his tongue move fast and furious. Without thinking, my body responds to some ancient call, as it tenses, striving for something that I cannot seem to know.

Suddenly, I feel my legs press against the Captain's head, my body squirming and writhing as unbelievable pleasure pours forth. Forcing his face more deeply into me, I seek only to quench the desire arising from within me. I hear a woman cry out into the cabin, and realize it is my own voice, screaming my pleasure. I feel the Captain's fingers close about my thighs, feel the pressure points as my entire body seems alive.

As the wave of pleasure crashes against the shore and slowly ebbs away, I release my pressure on the Captain's head, as my body slumps back onto the mattress, my breathing ragged and uneven. Barely able to concentrate, I close my eyes, reliving the everything, wishing it had not ended.

When I open my eyes, I see the Captain gazing at me, his eyebrow cocked. I smile shyly, wanting to thank him and yet not sure how...

"Gracias, el Capitain," I sigh into the stillness of the air.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Charles

"Nay girl," I say with a dripping, wetliped grin, "'tis I who must thank you." Rolling next to her on my bed and pulling her into my arms, tightly. I kiss Maria's eyes as I pull her warm breasts into my chest. My arms encircling her body, one across her shoulders, fingers gliding across her neck under her hair lightly grazing her skin. One hand slipping down her spine, until strong fingers can dig into the flesh of her shapely cheek. Rolling her closer to me as I kiss her lips deeper.

Our kiss deepens, tongues entwine in languid carresses. The corner of my eye catches a pale gold glint. I break the kiss, suddenly, "Come, Maria, there is something you must see," I say offering a hand as I stand from the bed. She takes my hand, and I lead her to the edge of my desk, "Look," I say in a soft whisper, with an arm pointing to the now softly glowing horizon above the inky waves to the east. Maria follows my arm to behold the coming beauty of the dawn breaking over the sea. I quietly move behind her, kissing her neck, lightly. An arm weaves around her waist. The clouds begin to glow like embers. A hand slides up to sqeeze a breast, rolling a nipple between two nuckles. Firery rays flicker across bluing crests. A leg parts hers, knee gently rising to her glistening warmth, before slidng down the flesh of her inner thigh. The sky burns from black to gilded blue. Arms bend Maria forward, a cinch at the waist, a tug on the nipple. The reddening sky floods with light. Eager member presses her tight exit between her cheeks, with a throb.

 

[SexyChele]

As he leads to me to the window, the sight I behold is beautiful and seems to be made of the stuff of magic. As I gaze upon the dawn, it seems incredible that the night has passed - and along with it so much of my innocence. I wonder if other women have felt the same as I do now? Has their desire for the man who has taken their innocence been this strong? This wholly complete?

Even as these thoughts fill my mind, I feel his arms about him. His fingers searching and caressing. My nipples hardening under his ministrations. His warm breath against my skin. As his leg first spreads then caresses the skin of my thigh, I sigh deeply. I yearn for this man, though the pain from the night before is still in evidence, my yearning and desire overcome that slight discomfort and I find myself wishing his entry into my body just once more.

Wordless in the early dawn - and somehow meant to be that way - our hands and bodies say more than mere words could every express.

As he pushes me forward, my mind begins to tumble with thoughts and wonders of what could come next. Grasping the back of a heavy chair in front of me, I feel my body stretch forward with the sleekness of a cat and I find that I am amazed that the shyness I felt the night before seems to have vanished.

Holding my breath, I wonder at the feel of him, the feel of his manhood against me, and feel a now familar wetness between my thighs. As I sigh, I suddenly feel his member pressing tight against that which must surely be a forbidden entrance! I had heard the word whispered at night in the convent - sodomy! Forbidden and painful - that was the whispered warnings of girls more experienced than I.

As I feel him pushing against me, I begin to struggle but my own desire has allowed him to pin me securely in place. As I attempt to push away from the chair, to squeeze away from him, I feel his strong hands grab my hands and pull them behind me. In one hand he is able to grasp both of mine and hold them behind my back. Although I continue to struggle, the pain in my arms is such that keeping still eases the pain in my shoulders.

"Now, lass, have I failed you so far? Trust me with this - twill be something we both enjoy!"

I felt him whisper into my ear, yet my fear was raised.

"Por favor, mi Capitain! No, don't do this, I beg of you!"

I feel his hand caress the firmness of my ass, kneading and squeezing, and suddenly I realize that my fate in this is sealed...

 

[Swashbuckler]

Charles

I laugh fully and heartilly at her innocent pleas and futile struggles, "Did I not," I begin between chuckles, kneading and savoring her succulent cheeks. "Did I not," I continue with more control, "tell you that there were three ports of call? Yes, as dawn breaks on a new day we shall complete the Holy Trinity, no?" I ask flippantly, beginning to explore her sweet exit with a probing finger. In an attempt to widen her. Her fear of the unknown fighting me. I shrug, knowing all to well that I have something to pry her last mystery open. Giving her a playful slap on her cheek, "Maria," I whisper softly to an ear as I close upon her. Fingers spreading her cheeks, breaking the skirmish lines of her defenses, "relax and enjoy yourself, m'luv."

With that I slowly advance on her fevered, tight opening. Slowly sailing through the straight of my fingers and her cheeks. Finding her last uncharted harbor, I pause before slowly dropping anchor into her dark depths. She squalls a bit, squirming in my grasp, as my bulbonous head sinks beneathe her flesh.

 

[SexyChele]

I feel the sharp pain of entry and begin to cry out. His voice in my ear is at once soft as silk and sharp as a rapier. His grip is tight on my arms and my cheeks still burn with the sharp slap delivered just moments ago.

As he enters my most secret passage, I feel as though I will be torn in two. He starts and stops, first sliding in deeper and then stopping, and I wonder just how far he can go. The deeper he goes, the more the pain increases, until my gasps turn to cries and then to screams. I feel his weight on my back, his whispered words to be let my body enjoy this one pleasure. But still I struggle.

I feel him give one final thrust and know that he is fully inside of me. I feel my body stretched almost beyond endurance. I await the assault, fully expecting him to ravage my ass - instead, he is still. I feel his hand gently caress my back, pulling back my hair, tracing lines down the sides of my body, caressing my cheeks. I begin to relax beneath him under his ministrations. He continues stroking me, almost as though I were a cat, trying to make me purr and suceeding in his mission.

Letting my hands go, his instructions are clear: grab the chair in front of me, and I follow his orders. I feel him grab my hair, running his fingers through it, and tightening a grip on it, pulling my head up slightly.

And then he begins to move within me. Slowly at first, almost imperceptably. His hand is on my hip, holding me steady, as his pace increases. The feeling now is not one of pain but of one feeling so utterly and completely filled. I gasp between the feelingof his manhood deep within my ass and the grip of his fingers on my hair, my hands gripping the chair tightly.

His movements increase, and despite not wanting to cry out, I find I cannot help myself. Suddenly, I feel his fingers at my sex, moving, rubbing, stroking, His breath warm against my neck. The feeling of his fingers upon my sex seem to ease any discomfort that I feel because of his movements. I feel myself moving against his fingers, feel the same as the night before, and wanting more of it.

As his fingers move frantically over my clit, causing it to swell with anticipation, I feel him begin to pound against me, his movements that of a man fully aroused. My fingers grasp the chair, but not from pain any longer. From anticipated pleasure, as I rock my hips back and forth, first meeting his fingers and then moving against his manhood. My cries of pain now cries of pleasure as my body seeks the ultimate release.

 

[Swashbuckler]

Charles

Enjoying the slow, introductions of Maria's anus to my serpentine invader. I revel in taking my time with easing myself into the road less travelled by. It was nearly as sweet an expperience to feel her relax and surrender herself to the last of the tirnity of enterances to paradise. She warmed to the hellfire of my ministrations and fell into her complete debauchery.

I stoked her fires, and warmed her soul, with the fingers of a swordsman. Manipulating her pearly stud, her pain numbed to passion, she reacts with cries of lust. Holding her lovely locks, the reins of lust, clenching tight to ride her tight hot country.

Unable to restrain my own needs, as Maria needs no more coddling into sin, I begin riding her hard and fast. Maria bucked and moaned with me, as I slammed home into her last breech. Maria screamed to the sea, beyond the window, as the morning sun bathed her in full light of a new day. Witha final thrust, lifting her hips with the impact, I fire hot into her exit. her cheecks trembling from the blow, or the flood of her own, I know not.