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From: Wyrd <wyrd@hhs.net>
Subject: CUNTLICKER PIRATE(f/f)


Disclaimer: This contains sexual material and should not be viewed by those 
who might be damaged by it. If you don't think you can handle it, go read 
comic books, LITTLE WOMEN or one of the Encyclopedia Brown books. And if 
you're a kid, go watch television.


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 asshole--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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