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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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