by Desconhecido
Lucy was sitting in a chair in front of Esmerelda’s desk. Esmerelda took her by the hand and lead her over to the bed. When Esmerelda kissed her, Lucy felt her knees go weak. Esmerelda’s tongue teased Lucy’s mouth open and snaked inside. She ran her hands over Lucy’s hips, moving them up to cradle Lucy’s heavy breasts. She guided Lucy back onto the bed, pushing Lucy’s skirt up to expose her silky panties, then she knelt and licked the damp material before drawing Lucy’s panties aside to lick her between the lips of her pussy.
“Has any man ever done it so well?” Esmerelda asked.
“Never,” Lucy panted. “Don’t stop,”
Esmerelda slipped her hands under Lucy’s ass and lifted her pussy to her face, delving in with her tongue. She caressed Lucy’s outer pussy lips with her tongue, spreading them apart so she could work her tongue in deeper.
Lucy moaned. Her breasts rose and fell in steady rhythm. She draped her legs over Esmerelda’s shoulders and undulated her hips, fucking Esmerelda’s face.
Esmerelda undressed. She caressed her nipples and watched Lucy undress. They lay together side by side on the bed, kissing and fondling. Esmerelda straddled Lucy’s chest, sliding her pussy onto Lucy’s face.
Lucy pulled Esmeralda’s pussy lips open, exposing the slick folds of flesh. She flicked her tongue over Esmerelda’s clit and teased it, then she sucked it into her mouth and nibbled it.
Esmerelda seated herself on Lucy’s face. She dropped her hands on the mattress for support and rocked her hips back and forth, riding Lucy’s tongue until she climaxed.
Esmerelda turned and lowered her head between Lucy’s legs, delving into the moist pink valley between her lips, searching with her tongue. She licked around Lucy’s wet opening and thrust her tongue inside.
Lucy ate Esmerelda until Esmerelda came again.
Esmerelda brought her cutlass out and slid the handle deep inside Lucy. The sword handle slipped in and out of Lucy’s pussy.
“Oh shit…” she gasped.
She was going to come. Esmerelda ran her tongue over Lucy’s swollen clit and that was all it took to send her over the edge. Her orgasm came a series of little waves of pleasure that culminated in an explosive shudder.
They lay together for a long time after, kissing and fingering each other.
“Aye, but I feel good,” Esmerelda said.
“Me too,” Lucy said.
She climbed on top of Esmerelda and pressed her tits against Esmerelda’s face.
“Let’s do it again,” she said.
* * * *
Griffen lifted his head at the sound of a squeaking door hinge. He saw two shapes enter the bilge. He struggled against the chains once again, but he had lost most of his ability to fight. He wasn’t sure how much time had gone by, but he was pissed off.
“Take the fucking chains off me, bitch,” he said.
Esmerelda and Lucy came into the bilge, followed by Mary, Lady Jane, and three other pirates. Esmerelda drew her cutlass and put it under Griffen’s throat. “Listen, mate,” she said. “This be your lucky day. Ye wanna go back to yer own time? I know the way. I’ll grant ye yer wish.”
“She’s sending you back for me, Griffen,” Lucy said. “I asked her to.”
“What about you?” he asked.
“I’m staying. So are Melvin and Frank. We like it here.”
“You can’t be serious,” he said.
Esmerelda released his wrists and ankles from the iron bands that held him. Griffen rubbed his wrists to promote circulation. He popped his neck, looking from Lucy to Esmerelda and back again.
“You sure about this?” he asked Lucy.
“I’m sure. This is where I want to be.”
He gave Esmerelda a hard look. “All right, get me the fuck out of here.”
He found Frank and Melvin on deck. They were drinking and having a good time. Frank was sitting with a thin brunette on his lap. He had a goblet in one hand, and with his free hand he massaged the brunette’s pussy.
“You sure you aren’t going back?” Griffen asked Frank.
“Look around,” Frank said. “All the pussy I can stand, sailing the seas day and night, free to do what I want. Why would I leave this?”
Griffen found Melvin at the front of the ship, occupied by several women taking turns sucking his cock. Griffen didn’t even bother trying to talk to him. It was obvious Melvin was where he wanted to be.
The Pirotica was sailing at four knots, cutting through the smooth waters of the Atlantic. They were two hundred miles off the coast of Florida. Griffen stood at the stern, preparing to board the Mariah, eager to be on his way.
“A week here be a hundred years, mate,” Esmerelda said.
“My point exactly,” Griffen said.
“Ye point yer vessel toward land and go,” she said. “You’ll end up where ye want to be.”
Griffen boarded the Mariah. He checked his cargo before getting on his way. He wasn’t about to return home without his livelihood. After a quick glance to the deck of the Pirotica, Griffen turned the Mariah around and headed for Florida.
A flash of static electricity and white light exploded around the Mariah. She vanished…
… and sat adrift in the Atlantic just off the coast of Florida, rusty and corroded with a hundred years’ worth of saltwater. A pile of decayed bones lay at the helm. Only a skull was recognizable as human.
Somewhere in another dimension the Pirotica sailed the seas and its crew engaged in an endless drunken orgy of pirate pleasure…
Plain Brown Wrapper
The package was only thing in my mailbox that day. Plain brown paper, no return address. I carried it into the house, poured coffee, and sat on the sofa to open it up. Inside I found an unmarked videotape.
I put the tape in my VCR and hit the play button. A momentary black screen, a few flickers, and then the TV screen filled with snow. I could hear muffled voices as an image slowly came into focus: My ex-wife kneeling in the middle of a big bed, white sheets twisted all around her. She was naked except for black panties and white ankle socks.
It was the first time I’d seen her since I’d divorced her for not fucking me enough. She was five years older and just as beautiful as ever. Blonde hair, blue eyes, pretty in a girl-next-door sort of way. She looked over her shoulder at the camera operator. I could tell by the way her eyes lit up that she was intimately involved with whoever it was.
She faced the camera, spreading her legs wide as she lay back on the bed. Her panties stretched tight across her pussy, outlining her plump pussy lips. I could see a dark spot on her panties where she was wet.
Seeing Ashley brought back good memories. The memories disappeared as soon as I heard a man’s voice on the tape, muffled in the background, off camera somewhere, directing Ashley to play with herself.
Ashley slid a hand over one of her heavy tits and caught a stiff brown nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She tugged on it and twisted it, causing the nipple to expand between her fingers.
She slipped her free hand between her legs, pressing two fingers against her panties, slowly rotating her hips as she rubbed herself. Her eyes were closed. If she was at all affected by the presence of the camera, she didn’t show it.
She raised her ass and pushed her panties down over her ankles, dropping them over the edge of the bed, then she opened her legs again, pulling her knees back and laying them flat on the bed.
The camera zoomed in close, zeroing in on Ashley’s pussy, which was now completely shaved. She never wanted to shave her pussy for me, but now there wasn’t a pubic hair in sight. I had an unobstructed view of her slick pink vulva between smooth-shaven pussy lips.
Ashley slid her hand over her mound, extending her index finger along the length of her slit. The camera pulled back. Ashley bent her index finger slowly and inserted it into her pussy, arching her back as she pushed the slender finger deep inside her wet pussy.
She was a compulsive masturbator. That much hadn’t changed. I recalled the private shows
she’d given me. I’d watch her fuck her pussy with a new object every day, everything from dildoes to household items. Sometimes we masturbated together, touching each other, touching ourselves. I’d jerk off all over her pussy and fingers and she’d rub my cum into her pussy, then she’d take my hand and put it between her legs so I could feel how messy she was.
That had been our private thing. She always told me she could masturbate in front of me because she felt more comfortable than she could ever feel with any man, yet there she was, not only masturbating in front of another man, but allowing it to be caught on tape. The very idea of that pissed me off. I wanted to stop it now, to turn it off and forget about it, but I couldn’t. The perverted side of me also liked what I was seeing.
Ashley rolled over and came up on her knees, pushing her round ass back at the camera. She reached between her legs and peeled the lips of her pussy apart with two fingers. She stuck two fingers in her cunt and pushed them in deep, twisting them inside her, then pulling them out again to drag them over her clit.
A male voice, this one different from the first, asked Ashley if she wanted to suck his cock. She nodded. A tall, dark-haired guy came into frame. His hair was shoulder length, his cock was long and thick and hard. He lazily ran his fist up and down its length as he approached the bed.
The thought of my ex-wife sucking a cock that big made me sick. I watched anyway. Ashley sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed, then she scooted her ass to the edge of the bed, placing herself in front of the guy. She took his cock in two hands and pulled it to her mouth.
She worked her tongue around the plum-colored tip, then she opened her mouth and took him in, looking up at him to gauge his reaction as she worked on his dick. Just thinking that she needed his approval upset me. I had a sudden urge to throw something at the TV. I wanted to destroy the image on the TV. I wanted to destroy her memory.
Ashley jerked the big cock in her mouth with two hands, pushing and pulling it and sucking. She let his cock slip from her mouth now and then so she could run her tongue up and down both sides of it. She pushed it against his belly so she could lick his balls. She sucked them into her mouth one at a time, and then she tried to fit them both in her mouth.
He twisted his fingers in her hair, pulling her mouth back down on his cock, feeding her more of his cock than she could handle comfortably. Her cheeks bulged as his cock slid to the back of her throat. She gagged on it. He jerked her up by her hair, allowing her to suck in a deep breath before he pushed her down on his cock again.
“Come on, suck it,” he groaned. “Suck that cock.”
She pulled her head back for another quick breath. A string of saliva hung between her lower lips and the head of his cock. She gave his cock a few strokes with her hand and then took it in her mouth again.
“Aw yeah… easy,” he said.
He took his cock out from her mouth and rubbed it against her cheek. “You ready to fuck?”
Without waiting for her answer, he pushed her back on the bed, grabbed her by the ankles, and pushed her knees up to her chest, opening her pussy wide. He dropped to his knees and gave her pussy a few long licks, then he climbed between her legs and pushed into her.
Ashley moaned and shifted her ass on the bed to give him a better angle. She raised her ass and wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles together and using her legs to pull him back into her every time he withdrew. She talked nasty the whole time, spewing slut talk, telling him to fuck her, to come in her pussy. I’d never been able to get her to talk to me like that during sex.
The camera repeatedly changed angles. First a close shot of Ashley’s face, her eyes closed and her mouth open, then a close shot of her lover’s cock filling her pussy, his balls swinging hard against her ass with every thrust.
The camera came back for a wide shot when Ashley reached her climax, then zoomed in for a close shot of her lover’s cock slipping in and out of her as he came inside her, each thrust of his cock forcing cum out of her and down the cheeks of her ass.
My cock was in my hand. I’d been jerking off without realizing it. I could feel the initial stirrings of an orgasm. I shut my eyes and leaned back, propping my feet on the edge of the coffee table, and I concentrated my efforts on jacking my cock. Suddenly I felt the hot rush of cum spurt over my fingers.
The release felt good.
The video wasn’t finished. Ashley’s lover straddled her and slid his big dick between her tits, right into her mouth. The guy behind the camera stepped into frame now. He was an older guy, maybe fifty, still in fairly good shape. He climbed onto the bed and knelt beside Ashley’s head, stroking his cock. The other guy climbed off her and knelt on the other side of her.
She took a cock in each hand, turning to suck one then the other, back and forth between the two. She rubbed their dicks all over her face, then she tried fitting both in her mouth at once.
They switched positions then. Ashley straddled the cameraman, sliding her wet pussy down on his cock. He bounced her on it a few times, then he stretched the cheeks of her ass wide and the other guy got behind her and eased his cock up her ass. She smothered the cameraman with her tits and moaned as the two men established an easy rhythm.
The video was coming to a close.
The two men exploded, one after the other. The cameraman came inside her, the other guy pulled out and jerked off on her ass.
I watched every frame.
My heart ached…
… my cock ached…
… and the screen faded to black…
Rapunzel’s Escape
Isabella was Queen of the lost land of Sapphica, a beautiful country where no man was allowed to set foot. The queen was tall and slender. Her breasts were perfect globes of pale flesh topped with pink half-inch nipples. Her eyes were the color of walnuts, her hair thick and dark, falling over her pale-as-cream shoulders.
Queen Isabella’s reign over the kingdom of Sapphica was complete. Any man who dared set foot on the sacred land was dealt with in a quick and sure manner. Queen Isabella detested men. Hers was a kingdom of soft breasts and wet vaginas, a kingdom where women loved women. There was no place for the male species.
One day while strolling through the lush hills of Sapphica, Queen Isabella came upon a small cave from which emanated the sounds of a man and a woman making love. The queen entered the cave and found them together, a beautiful blonde by the name of Cassandra, and Peter, the son of a prominent businessman in the Heterolands.
Cassandra was on her hands and knees, her heavy breasts swinging with wild abandon as Peter took her from behind. He was in the throes of orgasm when Queen Isabella interrupted.
Peter knew that his coming to the lost land of Sapphica would not only cause a scandal in his own world, the clandestine coupling would result in punishment for his beautiful blonde Cassandra as well.
He stood before Queen Isabella, his cock now shriveled and resting against his right thigh, a drop of its pearly cum hanging from the tip. “Please, Queen Isabella,” he pleaded. “Please let no harm come to Cassandra.”
The queen scoffed. She could scarcely stand the sight of him.
“Cover yourself,” she said.
He quickly dressed. The queen contemplated the situation at hand, and after some consideration, she said, “Very well, I will spare the two of you this time, on the condition that if this illicit affair results child, and that child is a girl, she will be handed over to me at once.”
Both Peter and Cassandra agreed, for they were certain the gods would work in their favor and no child would come of their heated union.
Queen Isabella allowed Peter to return to Heteroland without consequence. Cassandra avoided consequence as well, though she was put under close observation until it was determined the state of her.
Cassandra became the charge of a dominant keeper. Cassandra resigned herself to the life of a woman who would spend the rest of her life in Sapphica. She even came to believe, as day turned into night an
d night into day, that she cared for her new lover.
Then it came to pass that Cassandra was determined to be with child. Queen Isabella had Cassandra moved into the castle so she could watch over her. Throughout the pregnancy, Queen Isabella kept Cassandra at her side.
The queen was a notorious voyeur. She quite enjoyed the sight of two women making love. The only thing that excited her more was watching a room full of women together in orgiastic delight, and that being the case, the queen employed an entire troupe for just such a purpose.
Cassandra sat faithfully by the queen’s side for these almost-nightly lesbian performances. She even grew fond of the shows herself.
The women who performed for the queen and her expectant charge were always enthusiastic. They would gather in a large pit before the throne and engage in all manner of sex acts, employing everything from tongues and fingers to large dildoes, anal beads, and a host of other creative objects.
Sometimes the queen would open her legs and masturbate herself. Sometimes she would ask Cassandra to masturbate her. Other times she would let members of the troupe perform oral sex on her, several of them taking turns running their tongues along the length of her wet slit until she climaxed.
In the ninth month of Cassandra’s pregnancy, a baby girl was born into the world and named Rapunzel. The queen took charge of her. Cassandra was banished from the castle and warned never to reveal the truth to Rapunzel.
As the years passed, Rapunzel grew into a beautiful child with hair the color of spun gold and eyes as blue as the ocean. Rapunzel was an inquisitive and precocious child. Queen Isabella, fearing Rapunzel would learn too much of the world beyond Sapphica, locked the child away in the highest point of the castle on her twelfth birthday.
The queen never laid eyes upon Rapunzel again. Servants took Rapunzel her meals and told her of life outside the tower. When Rapunzel was nineteen years old, she took her first lesbian lover, a woman by the name of Maria.
Maria would spend hours upon magical hours with her face between Rapunzel’s smooth, creamy thighs, licking the soft pink lips of Rapunzel’s pussy. Maria was skilled with her tongue. She knew just where to put her tongue on Rapunzel to evoke the most exquisite pleasures.