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(18 First Time Taboo Stories)
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Lusty Contents
A Proper Stuffing
Good N’ Plowed
Pounded DEEP
An All Night Ramming
The Wildest Of Nights
Banged By The Boss
Filled By The Boys
Saucy Sharing
Never Ending Pounding
Dreaming Of The Doctor
Orgasmic Overdrive
Back Door Banging
Packing Meat
Package Delivery
Team Play
Commanding To Cum
Raunchy Ramming
Drilling The Damsel
A Proper Stuffing
“There’s a full moon out tonight.” The young man in a sailor’s uniform whispered. “It’s going to make it all the more difficult.”
“That’s why we came to you, Bran.” One of the two young women crouching on the wharf close to the little jolly-boat whispered back. “My cousin Bella has to get on board that ship… she has to sail away to the eastern lands across the great ocean.”
“I’ll do anything for you, Tessie.” Bran took the short cloaked and hooded woman’s hand and shot a glance at her equally attired taller companion. “But your cousin looks a lot like the young lady Winchester.”
“I told you he would know.” Bella sighed. “And if he does so will…”
“Oh, I won’t tell anyone, Milady.” Bran crossed his heart. “But it’ll be near impossible to keep a lass as comely as you hidden away on a merchant ship for long.”
“If you love me truly, Bran…” Tessie said slowly, holding the young man’s hand. “Then you will keep her hidden and safe until you reach the eastern ports.”
“But why must she do this… surely one of the Imperial ships can take her east.”
“She’s on a surreptitious mission for her House and must travel discreetly…” Tessie said sadly. “…we trust you completely, Bran.”
“I don’t like it…” Bran shook his head and sighed. “…but I’ll do it for you, despite the risk of getting the flogging of my life were I to get caught.”
“You won’t, Bran.” Bella whispered with some assurance. “I will remain as a ghost onboard, unseen and unheard by all… except you.”
“You’re a brave girl to want to do this…” The portly sailor bit his lip, staring at the dark haired green eyed beauty. “…it’s a month long journey across the sea… on a ship full of rough and lonely men.”
“That’s why she needs you to protect her, my love.” The shorter woman smiled at her lover.
“Aye, Tessie.” Bran leaned over and kissed his plump blonde fiancée. “I’ll do my best.”
“I know you will.” She replied, almost inaudibly.
“All right then, get on the boat… there’s no one on the ship now… everyone is ashore drinking and whoring until we set sail at dawn.” The stocky sailor glanced around the darkened harbor. “It’s the best time to get you all hidden away in the ship’s wine cellar.”
“Will she be safe there?” Tessie asked with concern, touching his arm.
“Yes, very… only I, attendant to the master steward, have access to the wine cellar onboard.”
“Don’t worry about me, Tessie…” Bella hugged the family cook’s niece closely. “I can never thank you enough for what you’re doing for me…”
“Hush now, dear and be on your way, dawn is but a few hours away.”
“Goodbye, my friend.” Bella wiped a tear and took Bran’s hand to swiftly climb onto the bobbing boat.
The little boat rocked as she sat down facing the sailor. Moonlight gleamed off the water as he began to row the boat out into the sea, heading for the huge merchant ship anchored out in the cove. The lovely young brunette did not look back. It was a life she was glad to leave behind. She wasn’t meant for it, that she had known ever since she could think for herself.
The silence surrounding them, apart from the lapping sound of the water and the gentle splash of the oars, seemed to weigh down on her. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the salty sea air; this would be her home for a month or maybe more. She looked up at the thickset sailor on whose hands her survival depended on. He was staring right back at her, his brown eyes wide.
“I can’t thank you enough, Bran.” She whispered, leaning forward. “I have instructed Tessie to reward you when you get back to Winchester.”
“Hardly necessary, Milady.” The man almost blushed. “I am doing this for Tessie; she speaks very highly of you.”
“Nevertheless, you shall be rewarded.”
“As you wish, Milady.” Bran sighed deeply, overwhelmed by his proximity to such divine beauty for the first time in his twenty year old life. “If I may be so bold, why are you doing this?”
“Well, I suppose you have earned the right to know.” She smiled at him from under the hood. “My father, the Lord of the House Winchester and a member of the Imperial Council would be very disappointed with me. But then I have been very disappointed with him, especially with the way he had been making the decisions for me all of my life. And now when I am finally of age, the worst decision he has ever made for me will be realized.”
“And that is?” He asked with interest.
“I never agreed to it, not when it was decided and not ever since.” She shook her head in dismay. “To be the wife of Prince Edmond Lancaster of Hampden, so that my father’s reputation would grow ever more.”
“Betrothed to the Prince…” Bran gasped. “Why most girls would die for such an hon…”
“The prince is as old as my father and I am unlike any other young woman my age.” Annabelle Hermione Winchester gritted her teeth. “And at eighteen, I find that most disagreeable, in fact I find the requirement to get married this young just as disagreeable. I have always longed to see the world and be free of the confines that society imposes on the women of my social standing.”
“But Milady, the sea is no place for a woman of your…”
“I have heard otherwise from the several serving girls and chambermaids under the employ of House Winchester. They have regaled me with tales of adventure and intrigue, of a life full of wild excitement and of men so free and daring; unlike those of the pompous kind I have known all my pampered life.”
“The stories you have been told, aye, they may be true… but life is hard if you’re not born of nobility.”
“I appreciate your concern, Bran… but I made up my mind long ago.” Bella said resolutely, peering at him from under the hood. “This life I have so far lived at my father’s estate is a prison and I am being forced to exchange it for another one at my future husband’s castle. I have planned this with great care, and chose the day and my confidants wisely. Now here I am, Bran, on a little jolly-boat with you, slowly approaching a large ship bobbing gently in the dark moonlit sea on which my destiny awaits.”
“Another few rows, Milady.” Bran smiled. “And we will board her.”
“You had better stop calling me Milady.” Bella whispered through her teeth. “No one on board must know of my true presence, let alone my title.”
“I will have you hidden in the wine cellar… no one will ever look there.” The young man nodded. “And if I may be so bold to call you Bella then.”
“Don’t be a fool.” She glared at him as he fasten
ed the boat to the ropes dangling from the ship’s side. “I cannot remain hidden in the wine cellar the entire journey. We must devise a ruse… is there a way for me to appear as a man.”
“Yes, Mi… uh, yes there is, but perhaps more a young lad than a man.” He grinned, easing her tension. “I can arrange something for you… and pray the captain doesn’t take notice of the new recruit too closely.”
“Would I be expected to perform duties as a sailor?” Her smile was more apprehensive than inquiring.
“Well, I could have you on the kitchen roster.” He shrugged as he put the oars away. “Scrubbing pots and clearing tables.”
“I suppose that would work for now.” She sighed, grasping at the rope-ladder and pulling herself up the ship’s side. “Will I be required to serve and clean up after…?”
“Yes, and to be mostly unnoticed, you best carry out your duties to the letter.” He climbed up right behind her, steadying the swaying rope-ladder.
“Well, I did know what I was getting into.” Bella smiled and climbed over the ship’s rail. “It wouldn’t be the first time that a woman of noble birth had to scrub pots and wait on tables.”
“Aye, but you won’t appear to be a woman.” Bran assured her with a laugh as he hauled himself over and led her toward the ship’s kitchen. “As the new scrubbing boy, you can constantly have soot on your pretty face and none will be the wiser.”
The lovely young brunette shivered a little as she followed him down the dark steps leading to the underbelly of the merchant ship. It was a large ship, the largest she had ever been on. Her first was a little sailboat her father had taken her on when she was ten. Eight years had gone since then; times were different when she had things done for her. And that was how it was until yesterday evening when she had run away from home. Bella knew she was on her own now - just she and her wits against the big bad world of men.
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The men surrounding her were big, unkempt and stank of brine and rum. She cursed herself for venturing out onto the deck again, especially now when the sun was low on the western horizon. Three days now she had been on the ship and Bran had been unable to keep up his promise to look after her with all the work he had to do. She faced a much more serious dilemma now than pondering over her benefactor’s lack of attention toward her.
“And what have we here…” One of the men, a gap toothed and balding brute, leered at her. “…a pretty little boy out to prove himself a man?”
“I’m merely out here to watch the sunset…” She tried to keep her voice as deep as possible. The loose fitting masculine shirt and trousers, and the oversized coat did well to hide her charms, but did little for her natural grace and beauty. Bella pulled her large hat closer over her eyes.
“Why?” Another one of the three closing in on her grinned viciously. “Does it make ye feel all poetic?”
“If your intention is to harm me…” Bella struggled to hold her composure. “I will have you know that the Captain…”
“The Cap’n wouldn’t concern himself with no wee scrubbing boy, little one.” Gap-Tooth snorted. “We do instead, and we wanna give you a sailor’s welcome onboard.”
“Well, I thank you for your kindness, but now I must go below… my duty beckons…”
“What’s the hurry, greenhorn?” The third man, tall and lanky with a pale scar across his broad nose sneered. “We ain’t given ye a proper welcome yet.”
“Please… No.” The young brunette felt a surge of panic rush through her. “Oh, Bran, where are you?”
“Who’s Bran?” Gap-Tooth snarled and grabbed her slender wrist in his callused hand.
“No… release me…” She gasped, pulling away from him.
“Away with you, swabs…” A deep voice boomed from behind them, making all three men stiffen. “…or it’s the crack of my whip on your sorry backs.”
“Mr. Hinds… we was just having a little fun…” The lanky one sniveled.
“And so you have, now away with you.” She heard the deep voice bark as the three sailors stepped back dejectedly.
Her trembling hands grasping at the rails for dear life, Bella stared wide eyed at the tall, broad shouldered man standing before her. He cut a menacing figure, but his handsome face, blue eyes as deep as the sea and a ruggedness she had never seen before, left her breathless. She didn’t notice her would-be molesters slipping away, her eyes remained locked on to him, drawn in by his mesmerizing appeal. She felt lightheaded and her belly quivered as if the sea was rolling inside it.
“Have you never seen a man before in your life, boy?” His deep, gruff voice jarred her out of her daze.
“Oh, is that what you are then… a man?” A sudden prick of anger and years of arrogance made her retort, and she instantly regretted it.
“Careful who you speak to, boy…” He said, running a large hand over his stubble. “I am Ronan Hinds, First Mate on the Garamond.”
“Pardon me, sir…” She stared down at her feet, glad that her voice didn’t tremble as the rest of her did. “I thank you for your timely aid but I am not accustomed to being confronted in such manner.”
“I’ve been watching you these last two days, scrubbing boy. Get below deck where you belong.” He glared at her with his sea blue eyes, drowning her in them. “You look like no sailor I’ve ever seen – or even like any man… and your manner of speech is unlike any sailor either.”
“It’s my first sail… sir.” She swallowed hard and hurried down the stairs to the kitchen, regretting her decision to witness a sunset over the open sea. “I will soon learn the ways of the sailor.”
“That you will, boy.” He suddenly laughed, walking down the steps, following her to the kitchen. “And you must look the part as well… as of now, you look much too delicate for the savage seas.”
“I… I will…” She replied, shaking a little as they entered the empty kitchen. She wondered where Bran had gone for so long.
“You will fetch me a mug of Rum and a slice of cheese, boy.” Hinds sat down at the table, making the wooden bench creak under his immense bulk.
“I… yes, Mr. Mate.” Bella scurried around, pouring a tankard of Rum and slicing some cheese.
“Who hired you? He suddenly asked, flicking out his gleaming wickedly curved dagger and picking his teeth with it.
“Uh… the Steward.” She lied, hoping that fat man would not come to hear of it.
“That fat old bastard has no sense…” Hinds said grimly, slicing the cheese further with his dagger. “You won’t last a month out here.”
“I have made friends with Bran…” She said carefully. “…he teaches me well.”
“Bran?” The tall man looked a bit confused for a moment. “Ah, the Steward’s assistant… another one not fit for the sea.”
“But I…” She eyed him cautiously as he ate the cheese and swigged the Rum.
“You be wary out here, boy.” Hinds looked right at her, his eyes cold and hard. “The sea makes men do strange things, especially when they are lonely.”
“What possible harm will they do to me?” She pretended indifference.
“You look soft and delicate, almost like a woman… and I’m willing to bet my last piece of eight that you’d feel as soft as one too… but I’m not a man of such persuasion.” Hinds remarked, his eyes slowly roaming all over her manly clothing. “I can’t speak for the others though.”
“I thank you, Mr. Mate.” She said, almost blushing under his stare. He was unlike any man she had seen before, leave alone talked to. “For your caution.”
“Do you know how to use a blade?” He inquired with a raised eyebrow.
“Uh, no…” Bella replied nervously.
“Have you ever held one?” His brow clouded over.
“No.”
“Damn, boy… do you know how to fight?” He leaned forward, his large hands pressing down on the wooden table.
“I’ve had no reason to.” Her shrug was forced.
“Where were you befor
e this… in a monastery?” He gritted his teeth, lifting the tankard to his lips. “Being out here is all the reason you need to get into a fight.”
“Fight for what?”
“Are you that naïve, or just a fool?” He stood up, pushing the table back. “Or maybe both. This is a merchant ship, laden with wealth… and we are prone to attack from pirates and privateers alike. Every man on board is expected to fight and defend her.”
“I was not aware…”
“Are you a runaway, lad?” He eyed her closely. “Did you stow away on this ship? Have you any papers?”
“I… yes.” She looked away, shuffling her feet.