The Sexotica Collection 1 (Demo)/sexotica.zip/PEARL.W

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@    It was late afternoon, and Rhianna hurried down the narrow
streets towards the harbor.  There was only one ship to be seen, the
Festive Buzzard, and she'd heard the rumors about Captain Skorr and
his crew. But then, there was many a rumor about her as well!  For
Rhianna was the most famous courtesan in the land, the consort of
kings, the mistress of maharajahs.  The gossips said she'd been lured
hence by the sultan's famous pearl, rumored to have the magical power
of granting immortality.  But whether she was involved in its
disappearance or not, she was certainly not eager to discuss the
matter with the guards that were looking for her...
    Skorr regarded her through his one good eye as she stood on
his deck, waiting for his reply.  He was a rough, swarthy man, and
made little secret of the fact that his was a pirate vessel.  "Let me
see if I hears ya right," he said.  "You wants to book passage to
Kashimir on MY ship?"
    "I have little choice, if I'm to sail at once," she replied.
"And I can make it well worth your while."  And with that, she
emptied a purse of gold doubloons into his hands.
    "Cast off the lines!" he cried.  "Weigh the anchor!"  Clearly
he was a man quick to take action when he'd make a decision.  She
licked her lips as he picked up her baggage and carried it to his
cabin.  Too bad if the other rumors are true, she thought to herself.
His manners were crude, but he was well muscled, a big bear of a
man, and there was something appealing about his aggressive manner.
But they said he had no taste for women, preferring the company of
his two 'cabin boys'...]
    The wind was good, and they were far enough out to sea to be
safe from pursuit when he started rummaging through her belongings.
Skorr pocketed the jewelry and other valuables he came across, then
turned to her.  "Some fine trinkets, Lady Rhianna, but methinks I'll
have that magic pearl from ye as well."
    So he'd guessed who she was.  Hardly surprising.  "But
Captain," she said, "you've searched everything I have!"
    "There be other places a woman can hide things," he muttered.
"Oric!  Doric!" he called, snapping his fingers three times crisply.@
    And then his two 'cabin boys' entered.  A pair of identical
twins, no doubt. They looked to be in their early twenties, but they
were quite short, both being under 5 feet in height. Either would
make a nice snack, she thought, or the two of them together would
make a tasty combination.  Too bad they were reserved for the
Captain's pleasure.
    "Strip her bare!" the Captain said, and they wasted no time
setting about it.  But there was no pearl to be found concealed in
her clothing - none save the delicate bud of her clitoris, protruding
slightly from beneath its hood.
    She walked right up to Skorr, thrusting her bosom forward
defiantly.  "Now do you believe I have no pearl for you?"
    "As I said, milady, there be many places a woman can hide her
treasures..."  He reached forward to tweak one stiff nipple between
his fingers.  "Oric!  On the chair!"
    Oric went over obediently to settle himself in the Captain's
chair, stripping off his pantaloons as he did so.  Rhianna gasped in
surprise.  Small though he might be, Oric was larger than average
where it counted most!  She had turned to
watch him, and now Captain Skorr surprised her again, lifting her as
easily as a rag doll, carrying her over to the chair in his thickly
muscled arms.  "Now we'll search ye inside as well as out!" he said.
    He set her down atop Oric, the throbbing head of his shaft
grazing through the soft fur of her crotch to nestle between the lips
of her twat, which was already drooling in anticipation.  And then it
was his turn to be surprised.  Before anyone else could do
a thing, Rhianna plunged her hips downward, engulfing his thick shaft
down to the root in a single thrust!@
    The Captain was taken aback for a second, noting the startled
expression on Oric's face, but quickly recovered his composure.
"Doric!" he snapped, "Search her mouth!"  And then Doric was
climbing to perch on the back of the chair.  When he freed his swollen
member, Rhianna could see it was
the equal of his twin's.  And yet, this slowed her down not a trifle,
for she was well schooled in the arts of love.  Leaning forward, she
gobbled up his cock eagerly, and swallowed it as completely
as the one she was starting to caress with the experienced muscles of
her cunt.
    Skorr watched this spectacle for a while, twin cocks thrusting
in and out, her lips and her lips stretching to accomodate the meaty
intruders.  She was giving as good as she got, and he reached with
one hand to
fist his cock as he looked on, pumping it firmly as he watched her
perfectly rounded buttocks bouncing up and down.@
    And then he moved forward, spitting into his hand and smearing
it around on the eager, flaring head of his stiff member. She hadn't
noticed him yet, but she would.  For his prick was a good two inches
longer than either of his cabin boys!  Roughly, he grabbed her hips
and thrust hard into her beautiful ass. She made a startled sound,
muffled around the mouthful of meat Doric was stuffing into her
throat.  And then she relaxed, taking the Captain the rest of the way
into her bottom, altering her movements to accomodate his motions as
well as Oric's.
    She was writhing in pure ecstasy now, as stuffed full of manly
cock as she could ever ask to be. She started cumming and couldn't
stop, squeezing and thrashing to wring every drop of sensation out of
her|| delicious impalement.  Oric reached up to mash one of her breasts
with his fingers, as he started chewing on the other's nipple with
his teeth, still bucking up into her the whole time.  Her juices
gushed out of her in a torrent, as she kept cumming and cumming.
    And then the pirates could hold back no longer, as they all
began spurting within moments of each other, filling her up with hot
creamy cum as they pumped their loads deep inside her. She couldn't
swallow fast enough, and it began spilling out of her mouth - and
leaking out of her down below as well, as they kept jetting their
seed into her.
    At last they were done, and she sank down on the chair as they
withdrew, pirate spunk oozing out of her as Captain Skorr wiped off
his last drops on the cheeks of her ass. "Come lads," he said "I
reckon she's got no pearl for us after all."  He hoisted his pants
back up, and tossed Rhianna her bedraggled dress before walking back
out on deck.@
    The First Mate was assigned to look after her for the
remainder of the voyage.  He was tall and handsome, with surprisingly
fair skin and beautiful blonde hair.  Eric was his name.  He kept
himself impeccably clean, and didn't talk much.  Rhianna grew more
curious about him with each passing day, but he merely went about his
duties on the ship, keeping her always near enough to make sure she
stayed out of trouble.  He never tried to take advantage of her,
though some of the other pirates might have, had she not been under
his protection.  There were all sorts aboard, men and women, of all
shapes, sizes, and races.  No loyalty, but merely the greed and lust
they held in common bound this crew together.  The Captain never
spoke to her or came near her again after the first day.  Perhaps it
was true what they said about him and his cabin boys after all?
    Just when life had settled into a predictable routine at sea,
there came a day that was different from the rest.  Rhianna didn't
know what it was, but there seemed to be something ominous in the
air.  The crew sensed it too; everyone seemed tense with
anticipation.  Finally, early in the afternoon, the cry came down
from the crow's nest.  A ship!  The Jolly Roger was hoisted up,
skull # crossbones rippling savagely in the stiff breeze, and the chase
was on!
    Rhianna stood by Eric's side as he watched the other ship.
"Will there be fighting?" she asked him.
    He kept looking out across the water as he replied.  "Perhaps
we won't manage to catch them.  They've a fine craft."  But already
it seemed they were a little closer to it.  They kept watching in
silence for a time.]
    At last they drew close enough that there could be no doubt.
Amazingly, the merchant vessel had no cannons!  The order was given to
break out the grapples.
    "I'd best get you to someplace safe, Milady," Eric said, "things
are likely to get rough."
    He escorted her to his modest cabin. Rhianna thought he might
leave then, to go join the boarding party.  She was pleased when he
took a seat beside her instead.
    "I've no stomach for killing," Eric said.  He paused for a
moment, then it all came pouring out.  "I was only three when the
pirates captured me.  In my homeland, I was a Prince - but the
pirates raised me as one of them. There can be no returning home for
me now."]
    The sounds of battle began to drift down through the cracks
in the wood above as he told her his life's story. She gazed at his
handsome features as he talked, her amazement giving way to
sympathy.  He had led a hard life, at times - but such a fascinating
one, at the same time!  She could listen to him talk forever...
    And then the door swung open, a ruddy faced pirate poking his
head in.  "Best hurry up, mate, or ye'll miss all the plunder!"
    Eric went back on deck, motioning Rhianna to follow him.  They
walked up to the railing and looked across at the deck of the other
ship, which was now securely moored to theirs.]
    Rhianna had experienced many things in many lands, but nothing
could have prepared her for what she saw then.  The victorious
pirates had been feasting on the captured stores, glutting themselves
on the finest of wines and pastries.  A month's worth of delicacies
had been wolfed down hungrily by the lusty pirates, lasting
but a few minutes. And now, with one appetite sated, they had
turned to another.
    Everywhere Rhianna turned her gaze, the pirate orgy was
lurching along with bawdy enthusiasm.  The setting sun cast its
crimson rays over every manner of sexual act two people could perform
- or three, or four...  On the
deck, on barrels, in hammocks, in chests of gold and jewels...  A few
acrobatic souls were even banging away in the rigging leading up to
the crow's nest!@
          Rhianna watched for a while, fascinated. She felt herself
growing moist, watching all the excitement.  Then she remembered
Eric, standing there beside her, and suddenly she had to look at his
face, to see how he was reacting to all this.
    But just as she was about to turn her head, one of the
revelers caught sight of them and cried out.  "There you are, Eric!"
the pirate called, detatching himself from the crowd.  He had long
black hair, tied into a ponytail beneath the bandana he wore.  A
wicked scar wound down the entire length of the right side of his
face.
    He strode boldy towards them.  "At first I thought the Captain
said hands off so's he could have her all to hisself.  But now I
thinks you've been havin' yerself a little taste down in yer cabin.  Are ye
ready to share her with the rest of us?"
    "None shall touch this lady, Damian.  Not you, nor any other."
was Eric's reply.
    "Arrr, but I will!" and with that, the other pirate drew his
sword.  "Stand aside and watch, or I'll gut you like a pig and hump
her on top of yer corpse!"
    Eric seemed to have the worse of the duel that followed,
Damian pressing him steadily back across the deck of the pirate
craft. Finally Eric was a trifle too slow on a parry, and received a
nasty gash across his swordarm.  A triumphant look came over his
opponent's face. He paused for a moment, waiting for Eric to come
forward and continue the combat.
    Seizing the initiative, Eric did the unexpected.  Rubbing
fingers in his own blood, he flicked it into Damian's face.  As he
blinked, Eric surged forward, launching a lightning fast attack.  Now
it was Damian who had to retreat, backing all the way to the railing.
He had just raised his sword to attempt a desperate counterattack
when Eric ran him through with a swift thrust.  He teetered for a
moment, then toppled backwards over the railing.
    Rhianna hadn't dared draw a breath the whole time.  But now her
paralysis was broken, and she was at Eric's side instantly, her face
filled with concern.  "You're hurt," she told him, "let me bandage
that up for you."
    "There's a kit in the longboat." was his only answer.@
    The boat hung over the Buzzard's side, and the two of them sat
comfortably within as Rhianna tended to Eric's wounds. The sun was
beginning to set, the first silvery beams of moonlight already
shining on the rippling sea that stretched out endlessly before them.
    "You saved my life", she said softly, and bent to place a
gentle kiss upon his bandaged arm.  Then she moved to gaze into his
eyes, her face just inches from his.
    Eric could remain aloof no longer.  He leaned forward and
kissed her.  His hands roamed over her whole body, exploring,
caressing, as he unleashed his desire.  For he had wanted her from
the moment he had first seen her.]
    Though she was aflame with passion, for Rhianna something was
different this time.  She felt none of her usual agression, being
content instead to let Eric set the pace.  He was taking her clothes
off now, kissing his way down her body as she went. She lifted her
hips to help him at the end, and then she lay, bare and beautiful
before him.
    He slipped his own clothes off then, and she got her first
chance to see his precious manhood.  Her eyes grew wide at the sight,
for here was a delightful surprise indeed! While not quite as thick
as the Captain's, this was easily the longest cock Rhianna
had ever seen!  She was suddenly impatient to have it inside her, and
reached out to grab his hips, to pull him forward.@
    He needed little urging. He teased her clit first, rubbing
the head of his prick against it and making her squirm. And then he
was slipping it into her.  He slid in slowly at first, relishing
every nuance of sensation.  But when it was halfway in, he shoved
forward, burying his prick all the way in her hungry cleft.  "Oh!"
she squeaked, and shifted her ass to accomodate him better.  He was
filling her totally, possessing her completely, as no man ever had
before.
    He pulled back a little, and started thrusting, moving in and
out in an insistent rhythm.  Her cunt lips clung greedily to his shaft
as he pulled back, then yielded to him as he plunged back in again,
plumbing her innermost depths, mashing his pubic hair against her.  He
was dripping with sweat, and she reveled in the sensation of the
burning hot droplets dripping off him to land on the taut muscles of
her stomach, on her heaving breasts.  He shook his head, tossing his
beautiful golden hair, shaking off a few drops that landed on her
face.  She licked one off her upper lip, tasting his saltiness.
    Her urgency was building now.  She gazed fondly into his
handsome face.  Even as she sought release, clenching tightly around
his throbbing cock, she was filled also with an unaccustomed
affection.  She couldn't help thinking of how sweet he was, how
gentle and kind.  A passionate warmth swelled up within her chest as
his strokes drove her over the edge.  She cried out as she came,
reaching up to clutch his manly arms as her pussy convulsed, cumming
hard.  "Yes!" she cried, "Oh, yes!" closing her eyes as she came, and
came, and came.@
    At last she opened her eyes again, and saw him smiling down at
her.  He had paused for a moment, drinking in the sight of her lying
beneath him, glowing with ecstasy and fulfillment.  "I want to feel
you come." she said, and he started moving his hips again.
    He built up his speed now, thrusting faster than before,
seeking his ultimate pleasure. She felt his balls swinging, slapping
against her ass at the end of each thrust, heavy and swollen with his
seed.  He was bumping against the base of her womb as he pounded into
her, and still he kept going faster, grasping her hips with both
hands to steady her as he shoved his meat into her harder and harder.
She looked down to enjoy the sight of him moving in and out of her.
Sensing he was about to cum, she clutched his balls in one hand,
feeling them tighten within his sack. His prick was straining now,
muscles contracting to pump his semen into her innermost depths.  But
nothing was coming out.  She looked up with concern, and saw his face
contorted in a mask of delightful anguish, pleasure and frustration
mixed in equal parts.
    "My musket's jammed, Milady." he said.  He rammed into her a
few more times, insistently, desparate with lust, but it was to no
avail.  Then he pulled out of her impatiently, and grabbed his meaty
shaft with both fists.  He pumped it savagely, as fast as he could,
slamming hard against his balls at the end of each stroke.  She
writhed sensuously beneath him as she watched, eager to see his cum
jet forth.
    And then at last something gave way, explosively, and his
pearly jizz was flying through the air above her, arcing silvery in
the moonlight, over the side of the boat, to plunge into the watery
depths of the sea.]
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more perfect than all the rest, the two lovers were too immersed in
their pleasure to notice it.
    "I love you," Rhianna said, knowing it was true, knowing that
she was in love for the first time in her life.]
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    "I'll never leave you." Eric replied, and lowered himself down
to kiss her, as he moved his fingers to gently caress her sensitive
clit.  For whatever mystical treasure might rest with the fishes in
the briny deep, truly Eric had won the 'pearl' beyond all price.
    ~~~
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