"The Pirate Princess" (closed)

[desperado1089]

Henry's, upstairs in the privacy room

Thomas would have reassured Lizzie that her reaction was all right when he slid his hand down there beforehand, stating that he expected as much. When he finally became one with her, she was exquisitely tight. He, of course, was eager to properly complete their union, so he didn't do what he normally did to the women he took to his bed. He'd only had a handful of steady, semi-respectable lovers since he discovered he enjoyed the company of women, but it was not until his late teens that he discovered the joy of pleasing a woman with his mouth. From then on, he was confident that his willingness to do this was why he'd never had to spend a single penny on whores, as even his ex in Nassau would be unable to resist repeat performances when he returned to port. (Upon each of these encounters, she claimed, often loudly and passionately, that her husband didn't make her feel a fraction this good).

All this was to say that he looked strangely contrite as he pulled out what little of his cock made it inside as he said, "Absolutely, my love. Lesson three: a man who knows how to do what I am about to do, is a rare creature indeed." Beginning with another mind-bending kiss, he broke it off only to trail kisses down her body at an exquisitely slow pace, spending nearly a full minute on each of her pebbled nipples before going lower.

When he finally reached her wet, swollen sex, he just took time to admire it, his warm breath adding a whisper of unintentional stimulation. Without another word, and his eyes firmly locked on her face so he could see her reaction, he made a point with his tongue and used it to unerringly and ever so softly poke the little nub that never failed to drive women wild when it was played with.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Henry's, upstairs in the privacy room

"Absolutely, my love," Thomas said as he ceased his attempt to penetrate her gate, telling her, "Lesson three: a man who knows how to do what I am about to do, is a rare creature indeed."

Nervous and yet intrigued, Lizzie giggled, wondering just what it was about which her lover was speaking. He kissed her passionately again, with Lizzie beginning to feel she was learning to kiss back. Then, Thomas's mouth began its slow move down her body, from neck to bosom to nipples, belly to crotch to, ultimately her little pleasure button.

The entire time he'd been sliding down her, Lizzie had been breathing hard with excitement, moaning when he hit the most sensitive erogenous zones. She'd expected her nipples and pussy to cause her great pleasure, but she'd been surprised when his kisses to her belly and licks at her belly button caused a chill to run up her spine and explode gooseflesh up and down both arms.

Lizzie knew what Thomas's destination was, of course. Innocent and naive as she was, she knew that people often put their mouths to their lovers' private parts. Well, lovers might have been the wrong word; patrons, aka Johns was the proper word, as the only people Lizzie had ever seen perform oral sex were whores satisfying sailors, and to be honest she'd only seen it twice when Martha crew members snuck prostitutes aboard, not knowing that Lizzie was sneaking about like she sometimes did.

Her gaze was set on Thomas, and when he reached her crotch, he set his own on her. She'd been watching him the entire time up until now; when his tongue found her clit, Lizzie's head fell back, her spine arched upwards, her lungs filled with a quick, deep breath, and -- as her left hand grasped a handful of bedding, seeking something on which to hold -- her right hand reached quickly for Thomas's head, taking a handful of hair in an attempt to pull him away from her.

She didn't want to interrupt what he was about to do, of course, but the shock of that sudden shot of pleasure had simply frightened her. Lizzie wouldn't put a great deal of strength into pulling Thomas's head up; in fact, unless he himself decided to stop, he could easily keep to it. If he did continue, he would soon find that grip upon his hair actually holding him in place, fearing that he might stop before she'd had her fill.

 

[desperado1089]

Henry's, upstairs in the privacy room

Thomas could tell that she was just surprised; this was her first time so naturally she'd be a little gun-shy. When it was determined that she didn't put much force into her push, he resumed his efforts, and was rewarded when she started to hold him in place. Up and down her slit he went, exploring to find what worked best and doing it relentlessly. He would add a single finger at some point, moving his oral efforts mainly towards her little button.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Henry's, upstairs in the privacy room

Lizzie was losing control of her body as the pleasure Thomas was causing her had her writhing in the middle of the huge bed. When she felt his finger enter her, she partook of it for a minute or so before arching to lift her head and upper torso off the mattress.

"Like ... this!" she desperately panted as she took his hand, turned it palm upwards, then added, "One finger ... curl it ... curl it ... like you're gonna ... gonna tickle me."

She fell back into the bed, hoping that Thomas could repeat what she'd learned to do to her own self when she was alone with not possible eavesdroppers, peepers, or unwanted drop-ins. Even though she'd never heard of the G-spot -- hell, the word wouldn't even be coined for more than two and a half centuries -- she understood that it was just as sensitive as the little nub on which Thomas's tongue was so ably playing.

 

[desperado1089]

Henry's, upstairs in the privacy room

Thomas immediately started to do as Lizzie requested, turning his palm skyward and curling his finger as he sucked on her clit like a straw. His free hand reached up and cupped her breast, his thumb and forefinger gently rolling the nipple between them.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Henry's, upstairs in the privacy room

Thomas now had Lizzie writhing wildly on the bed as a pleasure she'd never before known by her own hand took hold of her. When her lover grasped one of her breasts, she clasped a hand over his and gripped tightly, pleading as she directed his fingers to clamp down on her nipple, "Hard! Hard!"

Lizzie felt her climax coming, drew another deep breath, held it as the pleasure grew exponentially, then let it go in a long, loud cry of total delight. The euphoria exploded through her, like the guns of the Martha or waves of ocean surf, crashing against each other on a rocky shore. (She'd considered these metaphors following her masturbatory orgasms, wondering how she would describe the pleasure of sex if she was ever to write a poem about it.)

She knew that she'd been able to extend her own self-induced orgasms by simply not stopping what she'd been doing, and -- as soon as she was able to form words -- cried out, "Don't stop! Thomas! Thomas! Don't ... stop...!"

If he fulfilled her desperate request, Lizzie would continue to orgasm for well over half a minute before she finally fell off that peak, a longer time that she'd ever achieved on her own. After that, she'd collapse into the bedding and then beg, "Stop, Thomas. Oh God, no more ... stop..."

 

[desperado1089]

Henry's, upstairs in the privacy room

Thomas would grant each of her requests in turn, so that she would have that mind-numbing climax; before when he'd done that tickling thing with his finger or fingers, women had gushed like sea spray breaking against the shore. He wondered if he could get Lizzie to do that.

At any rate, once he disengaged himself from her he slid up her body almost like an eel and looked into her eyes. "I think we're properly prepared now, aren't we?", he asked, nestling his cock at her entrance but not pushing past it. He wanted her to ask for it, or even beg.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Henry's, upstairs in the privacy room

Lizzie's heart was pounding like it never had before; over then next moments, she would realize that she'd developed a sheen of sweat that made her glow, and her bosom continued to rise and fall for longer than it ever had when fingering herself.

When Thomas slid up her body, she grasped his face in her hands and attempted to kiss him; it was difficult as she continued to gasp for air to fill her flexing lungs. She murmured, "Thank ... you ... Thomas ... thank you ... my love."

He asked her, "I think we're properly prepared now, aren't we?"

"Oh ... I hope so," she answered. She wanted to give him what he'd just given her, and as she couldn't imagine putting her mouth on his cock -- at this point, anyway -- the best she could do was to have him fuck her and find his joy and delight inside her. She reached down between them, grasped his cock, and placed it at her still quivering lips. Shifting her body to signal what she wanted, Lizzie repeated, "I hope so ... 'cause I want you inside me."

 

[desperado1089]

Henry's, upstairs in the privacy room

Thomas wouldn't have minded if she didn't beg. And so when she said what she said, he immediately began to fill her with his thick cock once again, and this time it was a bit easier even though she was still so damn tight!

He kept going through that barrier that separated being a girl from being a woman. When he'd done so, he stilled himself to give her time to adjust, stroking her hair and making soft shushing noises to help calm her.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Henry's, upstairs in the privacy room

Lizzie's body tightened at the pain of Thomas's intrusion on her womanhood, grimacing and digging her short, sailor fingernails into the flesh of his back as she held him to her. At one point, Thomas's expression seemed to warn of him ceasing entering her because of her reactions, causing Lizzie to quickly slide her hands to his ass cheeks, grasp them and pull him into her, saying, "Keep going ... I'm fine ... keep going."

She buried her forehead into the crook of Thomas's neck, struggling through, until finally she could feel his body firmly against her. Lizzie pulled her head back looking into his eyes to ask, "Are you in ... all the way, I mean."

He was, and she was happy for two reasons: first, obviously, it had hurt but now it was hurting less; second, she wanted him to find his joy inside her.

"You won't make a baby inside me," Lizzie suddenly said. When Thomas reacted, she explained, "I understand my moon cycle. Mrs. Abbott ... that's my Godmother ... she taught me about it when I began bleeding. I know where I am now, and ... you won't get me pregnant."

At that, she kissed Thomas again, grasped his ass cheeks tight once more, and urged him to get going. It would hurt for a while, of course, but after a while that pain would give way to pleasure that, not unsurprisingly, would cause Lizzie to have yet another orgasm, though, not nearly as spectacular as the first one.

 

[desperado1089]

Henry's, upstairs in the privacy room

From what he knew based on what his previous lovers had told him, Lizzie wasn't exactly able to say that with one hundred percent certainty. But he wouldn't mention it, and he did indeed get going once she urged him to. It was difficult to hold off from joining her in bliss once she climaxed, but not exactly impossible. A flash of inspiration came over him and he pulled out of her only to gently pull her to the edge of the bed. As he suspected, the height of the bed versus his own stature meant that when he re-entered her, his cock was angled slightly upward--enough so that he would rub against that spot that drove her wild each and every time he slid in or out of her. So that's what he did once he resumed their lovemaking.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Henry's, upstairs in the privacy room

"Enough," Lizzie begged once her second orgasm had waned enough for her to form words. She clawed at Thomas, pulling his mouth to hers for a kiss before explaining, "No more ... I can not take more."

She was trembling to her core from the euphoria as she moved to urge him out of her, and once he was, Lizzie rolled to her side and wiggled back into Thomas. "Hold me, my love."

She pulled his arms tightly around her torso, intertwining her fingers with his. Lizzie felt so safe in Thomas's arms, safer than she'd felt since her Papa's death.

"Hold me," she repeated, even though Thomas already was. And closing her eyes, she passed out in less than a minute.

 

[desperado1089]

Henry's, upstairs in the privacy room

Thomas had not even been aware that he had climaxed until it was upon him, and when Lizzie urged him to stop he agreed without hesitation. Snuggling her against him, he murmured, "I love you, Elizabeth," before succumbing to sleep mere moments after she did.