The Sapphic Pirate MirandaChapter 7
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June 19, 17--
Oh Dearest Diarie,
Good as her word, as night fell Amelia snuck to my cabin, removed the peg that sealed my door from the outside, and crawled in next to me on my miserable beddings. She immediately covered my face with kisses which I most gratefully received, and we spent several minutes simply holding one another. In this short time I had grown to much affection for her round shape, as I believe she had for my slender and far more impressive beauty, and I felt the beginning stirrings of the "tingle" as I caressed her plump round Bottom and stroked her thick short legs under her nightclothes.
She opened the front of my gown and kissed and licked my petite buds, and I most enjoyed the sensation of her lips suckling at my nipples. I did the same to her with her fat round breasts, and squeezed them around my face, rubbing my soft alabaster cheeks against them. As I did so she placed her hand on my thighs under my gown, then slid her hand up until she had reached my sex. By this point my petals had become most embarassingly dewy and it was a simple matter for her to begin sliding her hand up and down them in imitation of the broomstick earlier in the day. I must confess to a most exhilarating feeling as she did this.
After a moment I was astonished that she took her hand away from my drenched sex and put it to her lips, licking it. That she should have such regard for me as to wish to taste my... I had the same desire for her suddenly, wrong though I knew it was, and after keeping my hand timidly along the line of her inner thigh, I suddenly thrust it into her sex, which was as wet and steamy as my own.
We each bucked up and down on the others' hand, and in imitation of her I removed mine from her sex and touched it to my own lips, smearing my face with her wetness. She moaned at this and kissed me, licking my face and climbing atop me, pressing her pubis into mine as if in the conjugal act, her fat belly and big round breasts pressing against me, weighing me down. Then she said "I must taste it, I must," and she climbed down between my legs and began to lap at my sex like a cat at its milk. I could withhold it no longer and soon felt the tingle explode within me at the delicious sensation she was providing me.
As the feeling subsided within me she rolled back on her back and in the dim reflection of moonlight from outside my cabin I looked upon her... yes to the world she might be small and rotund but I found her beautiful, her large round breasts rolling to either side, her soft tummy heaving up and down, her meaty thighs supported by her broad buttocks... I desired her, in every way, heedless of the opinion of men. I was on top of her, now, suckling at her fat breasts, licking the nipples, rubbing my own small breasts on her big ones to roll them about. Then I was kissing her fat belly, all the way kneading her large buttocks. Her sex opened up to me and I desired nothing so much as to sup of it as she had sipped at mine, and so I spread her legs apart and pressed my tongue to her moist mons veneris. She shuddered as I did so and I lapped harder, for several minutes, savoring the strong taste of her womanhood, until I felt her caught in the rapture of the tingle, her large bottom bucking up and down on my lips.
We lay there, caressing one another, she feeling my long slender arms and legs and torso, I kneading her round buttocks, her lolling belly, her fat round breasts. Sleep came to us as we lay there-- heedless of the horror that would find us in the morning.
Suddenly we were awakened by shouts, and just as I began to become cognizant of them I was dragged by one foot from my cabin to cower, naked, in the passageway.
"So ye'd enjoy carnal pleasures with that one which ye deny to our Captain, would ye?" shouted a fat cow of a guard at me. "Ye'll soon learn the punishment for that!" she spat, as Amelia cried at them to show me mercy.
My clothes (and you, Dearest Diarie) were thrust into my hands, and I was marched unclothed to another hold, where I now await whatever demoniacal punishments these Hell-Wenches can conjure up to inflict upon my miserable person, at Captain Miranda's diabolic pleasure. Woe, woe is me!
June 20, 17--
My dear Diarie,
After several hours awaiting my punishment in torment, mingled only momentarily now and again with memories of the pleasures I had enjoyed with my dear Amelia, (during which I learned a very interesting capability for inflicting the Tingle upon myself), the latch was opened and I was dragged out and above decks, still in the natural state as before. I only prayed that you, dear Diarie, would remain hidden in the place where I had vouchsafed you.
A sort of Court was assembled on the quarter-deck, with Captain Miranda seated, bare-breasted as before, upon a tall chair and several other half-nude pirate wenches assembled as a guard before her. "Bring the accused before me!" Miranda shouted, and I was pushed roughly into her presence, my exquisite beauty obviously taking her aback a moment as she inspected my delicate features in their state of complete undress. I tried to stand in a way which showed them off to their best advantage, hoping that this would lessen my punishment out of a desire not to harm anything so splendid as myself (and I say this in truthful modesty, for I am most beauteous).
"Esme Winterblossom," she intoned, as her Nubian servant brushed her long blonde curls behind her, "you stand accused of the crime of conjugal relations commenced without first offering yourself to your captain. Have you anything to say for yourself?"
"I know of no civilized place on earth where such is a crime," I said. "Indeed, I can only wonder what must be the history of yourself and your crew, that natural modesty should come to be conceived of as a crime." For, you see, I had conceived a desperate plan that if I encouraged Miranda to speak about how she had come to be so debauched and cruel, she might in turn take pity on one so much younger and more innocent than herself.
"You wonder what my history is?" she said, clearly surprised by my impudence. "You wonder what made all of us what we are today? Are you so innocent of the world, my naked Eve, that you really cannot conceive of the one, the only, the obvious answer? The thing that made us the fearsome and heartless pirates we are today--" and now she stood up, her vast breasts jiggling in fury, her copious belly spilling out as her trunk-like legs stood astride the deck-- "is-- MEN!" And her fury was truly a fearsome thing to behold, even as it came from one half undressed and unruly in her aspect.
"Once I was as you are, my pretty," she continued. "Thin, most fair, engaged to a captain of the Hussars. Like most men he had an unbridled appetite which I knew he often satisfied by whoring in town. But even I, his betrothed, often came under pressure from him to satisfy his unquenchable lusts. It was no longer enough for him to open my bodice and toy with my breasts or to have his mouth pressed upon mine; he wished me to pull at his purple-veined monster until it would belch forth his seed.
"Then that was no longer enough and he importuned me to put it in my mouth--" and there were groans of disgust from the crew at this. "And so, after much urging, in my love I lowered myself once to lick at his rigid brute as if it were a sweetmeat, and to allow him to fill my innocent mouth with his foul spew. Of course, with men, what was done once out of love soon turned to obligation; we could scarcely meet before he would have maneuvered me to some place where, in secret, I could kneel before him and slake his lusts."
Her Nubian servant swatted away some flies. "Still, he desired of me the one thing I dared not give him-- my maidenhead. I was forced to ever more desperate measures to keep him from demanding it in a way that I could not resist. My breasts had grown larger, perhaps because of the French food we enjoyed at balls and receptions in the social season, and this seemed to please him for a time, as I would take his manhood and rub it between my swelling breasts until, again, his slime would cover my neck and face and he would button his trousers, deeply satisfied with the performance of male lust he had given me."
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