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  “Oh, Ronan…” Her excited gasp echoed in the large room.

  “Yes, my dear?” He looked up, his grin gleaming with her nascent juices.

  “I-I… I’ve never felt this way before…” She whimpered. “I need you inside me… take me, sailor, take me now.”

  “As her ladyship so desires.” The First Mate grunted and slithered up, brining his face over hers. “This might hurt.”

  “I care not, man… fuck me.” She cried; her husky voice delirious with lust.

  With a gleam in his eye the muscular sailor positioned his thick, foot long cock, gently probing her moistness with the bulbous head. Her body stiffened at the sensation of the hot, pulsing knob on her sensitive and swollen pussy lips. She had never been entered by a man before, but knew much about it from the stories and the books she had read. Her anticipation was overwhelmed by lust. Reading and hearing about the stories had always excited her, heightened her senses enough for her to find pleasure in relieving herself in private and yet her first experience with a man felt as new and exciting as if all the knowledge she had acquired accounted for naught.

  “Milady, you sound no different from a common whore.” Ronan Hinds laughed.

  “No matter their station in life…” She groaned under him, clawing at his muscular thighs. “Just as men, all women are the same when it comes to base needs.”

  “Well said… but enough talk.” The large man growled, positioning himself for the thrust. “As you so desire, I will take you now.”

  Her large green eyes shot wide open and her full red lips made a perfect ‘o’, emitting a silent scream. He entered her with one powerful thrust, driving his enormous tool all the way in, until his pelvis slammed against hers. The pain was almost paralyzing, but only momentary. Her muscles eased as did her breathing. He held her tight under his bulk as he remained still with his hardness buried deep inside her. She could sense the intense throb of his organ and it made her feel good. Pleasure and pain exchanged places making her nubile body yearn for more.

  Bella began to churn her hips under him. The sensation of his hard cock moving inside her sent ripples of bliss through her belly and thighs. Her moans filled the room as he followed her lead; gently pulling his cock halfway out and sliding it back in again. Her green eyes locked onto his of blue, her desire for him expressed with lustful brazenness. She reached out, caressing the naked hardness of his back and buttocks as he began to increase the tempo of his strokes. The brunette sensed another orgasm building up inside her as the ship rocked on the waves. The fighting outside now a distant memory, she reveled in the moment. Ecstasy clouded her mind; all she wanted was to be with this man, to have him take her to heights she had only dreamt of.

  “Milady, your tightness… I have never felt any like it…” Hinds grunted, slamming his hips into hers. “With your leave, I will release soon… inside you.”

  “Yes, Ronan… yes.” She gasped, wrapping her shapely legs around his lean waist. “Release inside me… and fill me with your seed.”

  Hinds yanked her up, holding her in his arms, making her straddle him as he lay back on the bed. Bella liked the new position with her on top; she could feel him even deeper still. It made her whole body shake with pleasure. She grasped at the granite hard slabs of his chest muscles and steadied herself. He held her slender waist, guiding her up and down over his enormous erection. His hands slid up to her breasts, squashing the yielding softness. He teased her sensitive nipples; his hard fingers playing with the taut buds, making little sparks ignite inside her, further fanning her rising orgasm.

  The young brunette shivered violently, throwing her head back and crying out. Her thighs tightened and she clawed at his chest, the force of her second climax making stars dance before her dazed eyes. She heard his grunt and felt his cock grow even harder and thicker inside her. His hot release exploding within her, her first experience of such, she would cherish for ever. She slumped forward, whimpering and shaking as he filled her with his love. She kissed him, tasting herself in his lips. He returned her kiss with as much passion, shaking under the intensity of his exploding orgasm.

  “Milady.” He gasped, as she relinquished his lips for air. “A most memorable… union.”

  “Of all the better experienced women you have known?”She smiled in satisfaction.

  “Aye, none could have given me more gratification as you have.” He replied, caressing her hair.

  “It pleases me to know that I have been able to satiate my first man.” She closed her eyes and sighed.

  “It has been an honor, Milady.” His deep voice filled her mind.

  “But what now?” She asked in sudden trepidation, her head clearing of the lust haze. “Are we still in peril?”

  “Nay, the ship is secure…” He assured her with a squeeze. “We are safe now.”

  “But I am… my ruse as a …” Her eyes roamed over his handsome face.

  “No one knows of this, save I.” Hinds held her closer to him, squashing her breasts to his hairy chest.

  “And your intentions, Mr. Mate?” She stared into his eyes.

  “Noble and pure, Milady, that I assure you of.” He grinned, sliding his large hand over the smoothness of her supple back down to her generous buttocks.

  “What of the captain… and it is his cabin we sully.”

  “What of him?”

  “Will he not be cross was he to return here to find us like this.” Bella raised an eyebrow. She had never seen the captain at all, in the four days she had been onboard.

  “The captain is already here.” He said, with a wry smile.

  “What?” She jerked up, looking around the room in alarm. “Where?”

  “In your arms… as naked as the day.” The First Mate gave her a wink.

  “What do you mean, Ronan?” She demanded, playfully grabbing a fistful of his rich, dark hair.

  “I am the Captain now, as per naval law.” The sailor replied casually. “First Mate takes over as acting captain in the event of the captain’s demise.”

  “The captain is…” Her eyes went wide in wonder.

  “Yes, very.” He nodded; a distant look in his sea-blue eyes. “Captain Rollins was slain early in the pirate attack, and that led Brushbeard to believe he had the ship… he underestimated the loyalty of the men to the Garamond. We sail for our banners and not merely the captain.”

  “So you’re the captain now…” Bella was almost breathless. “…and what of me?”

  ‘Captain’s are in need of cabin boys all the time.”

  “So my ruse continues…” She smiled warily.

  “Aye, with none the wiser.” He kissed her on the cheek.

  “And Bran…” She suddenly realized. “Oh, good heavens, I’d forgotten all about him.”

  “If he be alive, we will need a new Master Steward.” Hinds took a deep breath.

  “Then Gillard too is dead?”

  “Aye, even before the captain.”

  “And Bran…” Bella ventured fearfully.

  “Methinks he is sound, I did see him fight rather well,” The new captain said with some conviction. “…before I came upon Brushbeard and you.”

  “I pray he is.” She exhaled loudly.

  “You do that… for all of us onboard.”

  “And what of our journey?” She remembered she had a destination to sail to.

  “We will sail for Port Cartage, replenish supplies and recruit able-bodied men to replace the ones we lost.”

  “And what of me… and my destination.” Bella eyed the man cautiously.

  “We will arrive there, eventually…” He hugged her closer. “…and there are duties for a captain’s cabin boy to meet.”

  “What kind of duties?” She picked up the gleam in his eye.

  “I can think of one right now.” He gave her a knowing smile, guiding her hand down to his renewed arousal.

  “I think I’m going to like my new role as the captain’s cabin boy.” She replied, sliding down his muscular
body and grasping the base of his rigid cock. She licked her lips, a sudden urge to take the throbbing organ into her mouth overcoming her.

  “Enough talk, to work.” She heard him growl, the intoxicating scent of his arousal filling her nostrils as she opened her mouth wide over the red hot organ pulsing in her slender hands.

  ~THE END~

  Good N’ Plowed

  “Oh, Melanie, you’re so beautiful.” He moaned, his hand gently caressing her soft face as he kissed her.

  She smiled up at him and closed her eyes, resting her head on the comfortable pillow. He didn’t feel her return his kiss, she just lay there with her mouth open. He released her tongue and kissed her lips, then worked his way down her chin and neck. The soft round mounds of her breasts looked so inviting with the honey brown nipples standing right up at him. He took one in his mouth, nibbling it slowly. Her gasp wasn’t as sharp as he remembered. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive areola - that always made her giggle. She hardly made a sound. His searching hand slid down to the moist opening between her legs, slipping a finger in. Her dispassionate groan annoyed him.

  “Melanie.” He sighed, pushing himself off her. “Is something bothering you?”

  “No, Dave… I’m fine.” She replied flatly.

  “Really?” He stared at her. ‘We’ve been married four years now, and I can pretty much tell when you’re upset.”

  “Well, okay.” She looked into his gray eyes. “I’m not really upset… just worried… about the future.”

  “Is that why you’ve been like this for the past few weeks whenever we make love?” He sat up and stared out of the window.

  “No, baby.” She sighed, drawing the covers over her naked hips and breasts. “I mean… well, kind of.”

  “But what are you worried about?” He asked with a hint of frustration. “I’m doing great at work, and our online blog’s getting enough hits to generate ad revenues.”

  “I know, Dave.” She caressed his arm slowly, her eyes drifting off him. “But lately I’ve been having these strange thoughts…”

  “What kind of thoughts?”

  “I don’t know… I’ve been having these strange urges…” She took a deep breath. “I can’t really explain it… even to myself.”

  “We could go to a shrink.” He offered, eyeing her with care.

  “Oh, hell, no.” She laughed, making him feel a bit better. “We’re not paying some stranger money to tell me what’s wrong with my mind…”

  “What about going on a vacation…” He leaned over her and caressed her honey brown hair. “…to Hawaii or Europe?”

  “Sure, honey.” She pulled the sheets up to her chin. “We can think about it later. Let’s get some sleep now, I’m tired.”

  David Jordan nodded silently with a tight smile. This was the fourth time in the past two weeks, not that he was counting, that their lovemaking fizzled out leaving him high and dry and her falling off to sleep. He let her sleep and climbed out of bed, his mind clouded. Something was wrong and he couldn’t quite figure it out. Yet.

  “Maybe she needs a change of scenery.” He told himself. “That vacation could be the answer to this problem.”

  ***

  “Is there a problem, Dave?”

  “No, Mackie.” Jordan grinned, looking up at his colleague. “I’m fine.”

  “Well, that’s the fifth sugar cube you’ve dropped into your coffee without looking.” The red haired freckled faced young man in the electric blue suit smiled. “And I’d say that you are anything but fine, knowing you for the last seventeen years.”

  “Yeah, Mack.” Jordan sighed. “You were always the perceptive one.”

  “Ouch!” The other grinned. “Let me guess now… trouble with the missus.”

  “You nailed it, buddy.” Jordan jabbed a fist in the air for emphasis.

  “Whoa, Hammer-time.” The shorter man jumped off his chair and whooped. “The Mack can score.”

  Dave sipped his coffee in silence, staring out of the cafeteria window. Mack had always been the livelier of his friends. Chums since grade school, they rarely didn’t know things about each other. But this time he felt Mack wouldn’t be the one who he could turn to.

  “But seriously, Dave.” The redhead sat back down. “How bad is it?”

  “It’s nothing.” He exhaled loudly.

  “Hey, you’re talking to the Mack here.” His friend puffed his narrow chest. “And the way you’ve been all pensive lately… I’d hazard you and your lady ain’t getting along… under the sheets.”

  “None of your damn business, carrot-top.” Jordan gave him a dark look.

  “Heck, it is my business, soot head.” Edmonton ‘Mack’ Macgregor placed his slender arms across his chest and leaned back on the chair. “I can’t have my wingman fired on account of lame domestic problems.”

  “I’m not your wingman.”

  “Well, okay.” Macgregor conceded with a shrug. “But you’re a colleague and a friend, and if you let me, I can help you.”

  “I don’t see how, but yeah, Mel’s been off lately.” Dave admitted, staring at his shoes.

  “Off?” The redhead raised a bushy eyebrow. “You mean she’s not interested in sex per se… or just in sex with you?”

  “Hm, not that sure but…” Dave looked thoughtful. “Well, yeah, she’s been unresponsive in bed lately.”

  “And that was sudden or did it gradually happen?” Macgregor leaned forward and took a sip of his coffee.

  “I wasn’t really keeping a diary… but I think it was pretty sudden, from about three weeks ago.”

  “There’s your answer… she’s having an affair.” The shorter man waved his hands as if he had solved a great mystery.

  “What the fuck are you on about?” Jordan narrowed his eyes in annoyance.

  “She’s not interested in sex with you probably because she’s getting better elsewhere.” Macgregor concluded with a self-righteous smile.

  “Mack, if you weren’t a friend for so long, I’d break your smug face for that.”

  “Think, Dave, think.” The redhead stared at Jordan earnestly. “Think rationally, observe everything, leave emotion out and calculate it all.”

  “You’re fucking crazy.” Jordan gritted his teeth, but a cold chill ran down his spine.

  “Yeah, that’s why I am not married.” Macgregor smiled with an air of importance. “I love the crazy single lifestyle and get to fuck whoever I want, with no strings on me.”

  “The best you can offer here is that my Melanie is fucking around.” Jordan shook his head, but the perverse possibility of what Macgregor said seemed more and more likely. “Some help you turned out to be.”

  “Well, you can take it or leave it.” The other man said standoffishly. “But you better get your act together here… our sales target is on par but that won’t cut it. We’re looking at a fifteen percent over par turnover this quarter.”

  “Is Baumgartner hounding you about the profit margin already?” Jordan looked at his friend with a sour expression. “We’ve barely started this quarter.”

  “No, he isn’t.” Macgregor shook his head, making his wavy hair bounce. “But I like to stay ahead of the curve and with you all mind-fucked like this… I don’t know, Dave… you need to pull up your socks, be a man and duke it out on her.”

  “What are you saying?” He pressed his palms down on the table top, leaning in close. “I can’t accost Melanie without any proof… she might not be doing anything like what you’re assuming. And you’re not even married to know how it is.”

  “Maybe that’s why I can see the bigger picture… from the outside.” Macgregor replied sagely. “You’re too pre-occupied with the bits and pieces inside to know what the whole thing looks like.”

  “Damn, the worst part of this is that you’re beginning to make sense.” Jordan sat up straight and slapped his forehead.

  “I’ll take it as a compliment.” His friend grinned, reaching for his coffee cup. “Now lay it on me
… the details. Did you have sex last night or try to have sex… and how’d it go?”

  “It went well.” Jordan lied, and then covered his face in his palms, “Fuck, I’m kidding myself… no, she might as well have been an inflated sex doll last night and the few other times we tried last week.”

 

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