5 comments/ 17479 views/ 24 favorites The Pirate Takes His Wench By: Tamara_Dane "This story is not going to be a fast fuck. If that is what you seek, please choose another story. If you choose to take the time to read this, then I invite you into this fantasy that my Pirate and I created. The story is based on actual emails. As always, I appreciate constructive feedback. However, please be kind as this story and my pirate are near and dear to my heart." "This story is for you, My Love." ***** Tamara walked through the house ensuring that everything was in order and that the appropriate preparations were being made for her father's dinner party that evening. Tamara's father was the Governor of the territory and Tamara's mother had died when she was small. Because of this, once Tamara became old enough, she assumed the responsibilities of acting as her father's hostess for these dinner parties. After assuring that all of the necessary preparations were on schedule, Tamara began opening the day's mail. In addition to acting as her father's hostess, she also handled all of his correspondence. Tamara was thankful for the distractions that these responsibilities afforded her. She was growing increasingly bored with her own social life. Fortunately, her father did not subscribe to the notion of an arranged marriage. Tamara had her choice of appropriate suitors; her father approved the gentlemen that he considered appropriate and Tamara would ultimately choose which one she wanted to marry. The problem was that Tamara was not interested in any of the mealy mouthed gentlemen. They bored her because they failed to challenge her. They were too refined, too genteel, and lacked any real excitement. Tamara could not understand but simply knew that she wanted more from her life. She enjoyed acting as her father's hostess and handling his correspondences. However, she knew that this was not the kind of life that she wanted for herself. After lamenting about the lack of excitement in her life, Tamara retrieved the mail and began to open it. As was Tamara's habit, she opened every piece of mail before removing any of the letters from the envelopes. She carefully broke the seal of each envelope. As she did this, Tamara noted that one seal appeared to be different from the others. Each seal was distinct based on the sender; however, with the exception of one letter, all of the seals were red. There was one lone envelope with a black seal. Tamara made a mental note to open that one last. She desperately wanted to open that envelope first but instead chose to delay satisfying her curiosity. Tamara carefully read each piece of mail and penned an appropriate response for each. She took her time and placed each response in an envelope sealing each with her father's official seal or his personal seal based on the type of correspondence. Tamara finally reached the letter with the black seal. This letter was not addressed to her father. Instead, it was addressed to Tamara. This was not unusual as it was common for a friend or potential suitor to send a letter to Tamara. As Tamara read the letter, she was confused. Could this letter be a joke or a prank from a friend? The fact that the seal was black led Tamara to doubt that it was from one of her friends. No one kept black wax to seal an envelope. Red was the only acceptable color of wax to seal an envelope. Tamara noted that the letter seemed to have come from the port. Tamara reread the letter. To the Wench Tamara Dane: As set forth in the code of the Brethren, Ye be given notice to surrender ye'self to me at the Port in 10 days. Less ye decide to not show be knowin' the Port will come upon Cannon Fire from the Pirate Ship the Pink Pearl. I be expecting ye reply swiftly. Captain Graybeard of the Pirate Ship the Pink Pearl Tamara was utterly shocked. If this letter was indeed from a pirate, Tamara wondered what she had done to attract the attention of a pirate. She considered ignoring the letter and threw the letter into the trash can beside her desk. It was her intention to burn the letter later in the day. Once she did this, Tamara stood to proceed with her normal daily tasks. The letter in the trash consumed Tamara's thoughts. It was not long before she could no longer resist the temptation and Tamara retrieved the letter from the trash and reread it yet again. Although Tamara was sure that this was some kind of sick joke on the part of this supposed pirate, she decided to reply. To the Self Proclaimed Captain Graybeard of the Pirate Ship the Pink Pearl: I know not of such code which you have proclaimed. You are given notice that my father, the Governor, will swiftly retaliate against any such attack upon the Port. The port is of great value to my father and this territory. His Royal Navy will destroy your Tiny Pink Vessel if you choose this course. I hereby demand the surrender of your vessel in 10 days. If you choose to surrender peaceably, my father is prepared to make your death swift and merciful. Tamara Dane Daughter of the Governor Tamara was satisfied with her reply and believed that this letter would put the matter to rest. Although she still thought the "Pirate's" letter to be a joke, Tamara chose to call his bluff and did not expect any further correspondence from the individual who called himself a "Pirate". The letter dominated Tamara's thoughts throughout the dinner party. As she made polite conversation with the visiting dignitaries, Tamara wondered if she would receive a reply from the "Pirate". She was torn between wanting to receive a response and continue the verbal discourse and hoping that the letter was someone's idea of a prank. Tamara was immensely relieved that her would-be suitor had been forced to cancel and was unable to attend the dinner party. Given that Tamara was preoccupied with thoughts of the letter, she knew that she would have been unable to conduct a proper conversation with a gentleman in whom she had no real interest. Soon the dinner party was concluded and Tamara bid farewell to the evening's visitors. After overseeing the cleanup after the party and in truth assistin the servants since she knew that they worked extra hard making the dinner parties a success, Tamara prepared for bed. However, despite the fact that Tamara was exhausted, sleep eluded her. Instead she thought about the letter and wondered if she would receive a reply the next day. When Tamara finally slept, she dreamed of pirates and pirate ships. The next morning, Tamara chose to change her normal daily schedule and to retrieve the mail first. As she anxiously sorted the mail, she found herself looking for a black seal on the envelopes. And just as the previous day, Tamara found an envelope with a black seal. She forced herself to wait to read that letter last. After what seemed like hours of correspondence and the requisite replies, Tamara opened the envelope with the black seal. T' Tamara Dane; Ye be one confused silly lass. Ye see if ye don't surrender ye'self t' me at th' date previously given I shall use th' cannons on me BLACK ship t' level yer Settlement. Yer Father's Cannons can nah shoot far enough t' damage me ship while I do this. Further, I shall then make land wit' me crew 'n while goin' t' yer Home th' Governor's Mansion I shall scuttle every Man Woman 'n Child we find. We shall then scuttle yer Father, yer Mother 'n every Servant in th' Mansion. On our way back t' me ship, wit' ye as prisoner we shall set fire t' everythin' in th' Settlement. Lookin' fore t' yer speedy reply, Captain Graybeard Tamara was confused. She found this correspondence both entertaining and daunting. Could this Graybeard truly be a pirate? She was aware that there were many pirate ships which used the ports. In rare instances, her father had bought goods which were brought in on a pirate ship. Of course when he did this, he was careful to use a discrete liaison as it would be unseemly for the Governor of the territory to be known to do business with a pirate. Could her father have possibly done business with the pirate and for some reason she had garnered the attention of this pirate. Tamara wrote a swift reply to this pirate, as she was now convinced that she was indeed corresponding with a pirate. Cpt. Graybeard: You call me confused yet you name a black ship the PINK pearl. You must be addled! My father's cannons on his NAVY ships can and will destroy your small BLACK vessel. I think it would be wise to surrender your ship and crew before YOU are all slaughtered. I cannot understand your interest with me. Nor can I believe that you would kill innocents to attain me. I am but a simple maiden. My father and the settlement have done nothing to cause your wrath. (My mother died when I was yet a wee babe, thank you kindly). Why cannot you simply leave us in peace??? Tamara Dane When Tamara received the Pirate's reply, she had a great deal of difficulty reading it. It seemed that when the Pirate became angry his grasp of the English language deteriorated greatly. Nevertheless, she understood his message perfectly clear and she was perplexed as to how to respond. She was beginning to think that she only had two choices. She could either surrender to the will of this pirate or she could choose to run and attempt to hide from this pirate. Wench Tamara Dane; I be nah sure where t' start as ye 'ave me mighty angry at ye. I do nah suffer fools! I be a Pirate I rob 'n I murder fer a livin'. Me interest wit' ye be simple. Th' Yule nights are long, cold 'n dark. I needs a wench in me cot wit' a warm body and t' satisfy t' desires o' me loins. t' me 'n by all accounts I 'ave been given ye be perfect fer th' job. I shall 'ave wha' I wants 'n I shall nah stop 'til I get it. But I do nah wish scallywags t' die who don't 'ave t'. So I shall tell ye this, surrender t' me or I shall send in a wee crew o' Pirate Assasins t' scuttle yer Father. Captain Graybeard Who's Ship IS NOT SMALL! Cpt. Graybeard (of the not so small ship): I do not understand why you are angry. I simply do not understand why innocent people would suffer because of me. I have no desire to see that happen. I happen to be a well-bred, well-educated, virtuous young maiden, the daughter of the Governor. Ladies such as myself do not warm the beds of pirates. Do not misunderstand me; I have no desire to see anyone harmed. Have you considered a visit to the local brothel, to find a willing floozy? I would be wholly unsuitable for your wants and desires. Tamara Dane Wench, I 'ave no interest in used Trollop.. I know exactly wha' I wants 'n I wants ye. 'tis funny ye mentioned well bred 'cause aft bein' wit' me ye will be mighty well Bred. Cpt. Graybeard Graybeard, I cannot understand your reference to being well bred after being with you. This does not make sense to me. Can you explain further? If you are willing to negotiate, that definitely sounds promising. Perhaps I could find you another female who would be more suited to your requests. What type of female do you prefer? I am a reasonable lady so negotiations are something in which I am well versed. I await your reply with the type of female that you would prefer so that I may ensure that the loss of life is prevented and that this matter is resolved in a satisfactory manner. T. Dane Wench, I've been busy at sea and only now have been able t' send this message o' t' you. What kind o' woman do I prefer? There be only one woman I want and that be you. I do not want some foul mouthed poorly educated Trollop. No I want an educated polite spoken mannerly young Wench. And that person is you. I will show you in person exactly what I meant when I said you would be well bred, as I intend t' use our time together wisely and provide you with a further education on t' ways o' Seafarin' men. I be pleased you be a reasonable woman. And I be aye we can come t' an accord. I will await your surrender tomorrow. Pirate Cap'n Graybeard As Tamara read the last letter from the pirate, she noted that his time at sea seemed to have calmed his temper and that his grasp of the English language had improved greatly. Despite the fact that she had enjoyed verbally sparring with the pirate, Tamara knew that she would have no alternative but to leave her home and try to hide among the townspeople. She simply could not surrender herself to the desires of this pirate. Although if she were honest with herself, Tamara would admit that the correspondence with the pirate stirred a longing in her that none of her potential suitors had ever accomplished. Nevertheless, Tamara could not concede to surrendering herself to the pirate. She quickly penned a letter to the pirate. Captain Graybeard, I regret to inform you that I will be unable to surrender myself to you at the port tomorrow. I have just learned that my Aunt has fallen gravely ill and needs my immediate assistance. As such, I will be departing immediately to be with her and do not know when I will return. It is my greatest hope that you will find an acceptable substitute. I wish you Godspeed and safe travels. Tamara Dane After Tamara sent this letter, she left a note to her father informing him that she was suffering from exhaustion and was going to go to their country home to rest and recuperate. She planned to dress as a commoner and hide among the townspeople but did not want her father to be concerned about her absence. Once the pirate had accepted that she had eluded him and departed from the port, she would return home and proclaim herself well rested. Tamara quickly changed into the garments which were appropriate for a tavern wench. She kept these clothes hidden for times when she wanted to mingle among the townspeople without being recognized as the Governor's daughter. Oftentimes it could be a burden to be recognized everywhere she went and anonymity was a welcome respite. Tamara checked her appearance in the mirror. She preferred the relaxed style of a tavern wench and admired the fact that this clothing accentuated her ample breasts and showed a risqué amount of flesh. After determining that she could easily pass as a tavern wench, Tamara placed a small amount of change in her coin purse. It would never be appropriate for a tavern wench to carry the amount of money which she normally had in her coin purse. Once this was accomplished, Tamara buttoned a coat over her costume. If one of the servants saw her departing dressed as a tavern wench all of her plans would be ruined. There was only one servant, her maidservant, which Tamara trusted. Though the years, the two had become friends and confidants. Tamara knew that her friend/servant would hide her coat as she departed and would have it waiting for her when she returned. This was not the first time which Tamara had sought to escape her life to assume that of a common tavern wench. After an evening at the tavern discretely watching the other customers, Tamara secured lodging for the evening. The events of the past ten days and the verbal sparring with the pirate had left Tamara exhausted. She fell into bed and was asleep before her head hit the pillow. When Tamara awoke she was extremely disoriented. Her head was pounding and her memory was fuzzy. The last thing that she remembered she was dressed as a tavern wench and was staying in the local lodge. She had only drunk a partial pint of ale to keep up appearances. She knew it would be suspicious if she sat in the tavern and didn't drink ale. In addition to her ale, she ate a portion of the shepherd's pie that she had ordered. Tamara felt as if she had drunk too ale or as if she had been drugged. She slowly tried to open her eyes, which took a while since the light hurt her eyes. Tamara attempted to cover her eyes with her hand and found that she could not move her arms. In fact, Tamara quickly realized that her arms were stretched painfully above her head. This caused Tamara to open her eyes in alarm. She realized that she was no longer in the lodge and was in a room that she did not recognize. "I see that you are now awake. It is about time. I was afraid that my men had put too much into your ale. This would have been so much easier if you had simply surrendered yourself to me as I instructed. Then there would have been no need to forcibly bring you here." The stranger said to Tamara as he stood over her. "Who are you and where am I?" Tamara demanded. She continued to struggle to free her arms. As she did this, whatever was binding her wrists and restraining her arms got tighter instead of looser. "I am Captain Graybeard, Captain of the Pirate Ship the Pink Pearl. And you are in my cabin. If you are ready to submit to me, I will untie you and we can begin the fun. Are you willing?" Tamara was incensed. How dare this pirate abduct her and then think that she would willingly submit to his desires. "No, Graybeard, or Blackbeard, or whatever you want to call your furry face! I will never submit to you. You might as well return me to my father!" Graybeard became visibly angry when Tamara said this. "You mean to tell me that you refuse to submit yourself to me and join me in my bed?" Tamara looked him in the eyes, "That is exactly what I mean. Sharing your bed is the last thing that I would do." Tamara was sure that she had finally convinced Graybeard to return her to her home. Graybeard lifted Tamara from the bed, unhooking her hands from the hook on the bed but leaving her hands tied. He put her over his shoulder as if he were carrying a sack of supplies instead of a woman. Once he had Tamara over her shoulder, Graybeard slapped her soundly on the ass. This made Tamara yelp and wriggle on his shoulder. For a fraction of a second Tamara thought that she might actually miss Graybeard, and the opportunity to have a more exciting life, when she returned to her father's house. What Tamara failed to realize was that Graybeard had no intention of returning her. Graybeard carried Tamara up to the deck of his ship. He was loathed to do this, but she gave him no alternative. It was his hope that when Tamara learned the alternate fate that awaited her that she would instead choose to submit to him. He had never met a woman who stirred him the way that Tamara did. The lust he felt for her knew no limits. Graybeard deposited Tamara on the deck in front of the ship's mast. He took her bound hands and looked the tie around the hook on the mast. "Since you find me so appalling and do not wish to submit to me, you have left me no alternative but to hand you over to the crew. Maybe you will find them more appealing. They are a lecherous bunch and do not mind sharing a wench. Plus they are not picky as to which hole they put their hard cocks. I hope you will not object to servicing them three at a time as you will now belong to them. Perhaps you find them more acceptable than you found sharing my cabin with me." As Graybeard said this he could see the look of horror in Tamara's eyes. He decided that she might need a bit more incentive to share his cabin and submit to him. He then kissed Tamara briefly and then pulled her blouse down below her breast to place her breasts on display for the crew, who were circling around her with open lust. Tamara was horrified to realize what fate awaited her. She had thought that Graybeard would acquiesce and return her to her father's house. Instead he was going to allow his crew to use her for their pleasure. Once Tamara realized this, she knew that she would much rather service only Graybeard than the entire crew. Besides, she finally admitted to herself, Graybeard was a very attractive man. In addition to the beard, which was not fully gray, his eyes seemed to change color. Tamara had noticed that his eyes were blue when he was relaxed, gray when he was angry, and seemed to be green when she saw lust in his face. The Pirate Takes His Wench "Graybeard, please do not do this! Please!! Don't let them do this." She looked at Graybeard and saw that her words were affecting him. "Please make me yours. Let me submit only to you instead of the whole crew. Please Graybeard, Please!" This was exactly what Graybeard wanted to hear. He had never intended to allow the crew to have their way with Tamara. She was his. He was simply waiting for her to realize that. Once she said it, Graybeard unhooked her hands, covered her breasts, and lifted her into his arms. "Sorry guys, she is mine." Then he proceeded to carry her below deck to his cabin. He sat her on the bed leaving her hands tied. "Do you mean what you said? Do you intend to submit to me and to my desires? Or do you intend to try to escape as soon as I untie you?" Tamara looked at Graybeard. She knew that she only had two choices; she could either submit to Graybeard or she could service the crew. Given that those were her only two choices, Tamara knew that she would stay with Graybeard. "I will be yours Graybeard. I will submit to you. Please untie me, my hands hurt." Graybeard untied Tamara. As he did this he took her red, raw wrists in his hands and kissed each one. "When you are in my cabin, you will be naked. When you are outside of my cabin you will wear clothing. Since I have claimed you no one else will bother you so you will not need to be concerned about that. Now, Tamara, undress for me." Tamara was shocked that Graybeard kissed her sore wrists. She did not expect any kindness from him. She sat on the bed in shock, trying to digest what had occurred that day. It was impossible to believe that it had only been one day, so much had changed. Tamara was so lost in her own thoughts that she did not remove her clothing as Graybeard had instructed. "Tamara, I will not tell you again; remove your clothing. NOW! If you continue to disobey me, I will be forced to punish you. And do not cover yourself as you remove your clothing. I want to see you, all of you." Tamara realized that Graybeard was serious. She stood to remove her clothing. She carefully untied her blouse and slowly pulled it over her head. As she did this, her breasts were exposed to Graybeard. Tamara could feel her face burning hot as she blushed. She had never willingly exposed her breasts to anyone. Unwittingly, she placed her arms in front of her breasts to hide them from view. As she did this she heard Graybeard make a noise which sounded like a growl. Immediately she lowered her arms and began to untie her skirts. When Tamara first read Graybeard's letter ten days ago, she would have never expected to now be a captive in his cabin and to be removing all of her clothing for his enjoyment. Tamara slowly lowered her skirts and stepped out of them. She stood before Graybeard wearing only her pantalets. She hoped in vain that this would satisfy Graybeard. She was quickly disappointed when he motioned for her to remove the pantalets as well. Tamara reluctantly untied her pantalets and lowered them covering herself with her hand. She simply could not bear to expose this part of herself to Graybeard. Graybeard's movement was lightning fast as he grasped Tamara and turned her over his knees. "I told you to remove all of your clothing and not to cover yourself. Instead you chose to cover yourself and hide your body from me. You will soon understand that your body belongs to me. You will never hide yourself from me. Now you must be punished." Tamara was too shocked, to suddenly find herself over Graybeard's knees, that it never occurred to her to resist. Graybeard raised his hand and brought it down to land squarely on Tamara's bare ass. When his hand made contact with her flesh, Tamara yelped in shock and in pain. Graybeard repeated this two more times. Each time Tamara yelped in pain. She could never remember being spanked in her life. And now Graybeard had spanked her bare bottom three times. Tamara made a mental note to obey Graybeard as she did not want to ever be spanked again. "I am sorry Captain Graybeard. I will try my best to not disobey you again. Please do not spank me again." Tamara pled with him. Graybeard stood Tamara on her feet. "Now let me look at you." Tamara stood before him and fought the urge to cover herself with her hands. It was embarrassing to stand naked for Graybeard to look at her. But embarrassment was much better than receiving another painful spanking. Her bottom stung from the spanking which she had just received. Graybeard was pleased with what he saw. He knew he would be. One of his crew had mentioned Tamara's beauty when he had seen her at the market. Graybeard had spent time observing her and had determined that he must have her. He assigned a man to keep watch in case Tamara tried to escape. This is how Graybeard was able to easily locate and abduct her when she was attempting to blend in with the townspeople. He pulled Tamara toward him so that she was standing between his legs. Graybeard was still fully clothed as he did not want to spook Tamara any further. There would be plenty of time to acquaint her with his body. He had ensured that the ship was far enough at sea to prevent an attempted rescue and he had instructed his first mate to only interrupt him in a dire emergency. With Tamara standing between his legs, Graybeard started with touching her arms. Her skin was even softer than he had imagined it would be. He chose to move slowly in an attempt to calm her. Tamara would be his and he would possess her soon but he knew it would be much more enjoyable if she was willing instead of being forced. He slowly moved his hands to Tamara's breasts. Her breasts were large and heavy. Graybeard wondered how much heavier they would be if her belly were one day swollen with his babe. As Graybeard slowly and gently fondled her breasts he heard Tamara's quiet gasp. He looked to see if she were only shocked or if she were begin to feel pleasure from his touch. Tamara's eyes were wide and her mouth open. However, her breathing had quickened. Graybeard moved his mouth to her breast and slowly sucked her nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue across her nipple as he did this. He glanced up and saw that Tamara was still watching everything he did to her. Tamara could barely believe that she was standing naked between Graybeards knees as he caressed her breasts. She watched as he moved his mouth toward her nipple. She knew that babes would suckle their mother's breasts to receive milk but she could not understand why a grown man would want to suckle a woman's breast. However, as she felt him pull her nipple into his mouth, she was stunned. His mouth felt hot and wet against her breast. It caused the strangest feeling in her tummy, a feeling she did not understand. Tamara whimpered slightly as the feeling was quite pleasant. When Graybeard heard Tamara whimper, he sucked her nipple more aggressively and fondled the other breast more firmly. He looked up to gauge Tamara's reaction as he lightly grazed her nipple with his teeth. Tamara's expression was that of surprise but she definitely did not look like she was in pain. As Tamara was distracted by his mouth on her breast, Graybeard allowed his hands to travel lower. To avoid startling her, Graybeard moved his hands down over her tummy and then around to her hips. All the while, Graybeard continued to suck on Tamara's nipple. He moved to the other breast to ensure that he did not neglect it. Graybeard moved his hands over her hips and down her thighs. As he moved his hands up the inside of her thighs, he used his hands to spread her legs further apart. As he did this, he used his teeth on her nipple to continue to distract her from what he was doing lower. This worked and he was able to spread her legs far enough apart to provide him plenty of room to explore. Tamara was consumed with Graybeard's mouth on her breast. She would have never imagined that this would be pleasurable but it was. Subconsciously Tamara knew that this was not all that Graybeard intended to do to her but she pushed that thought to the back of her mind. She would simply enjoy the pleasure that she was currently experiencing. Graybeard's hands soon reached the apex of her thighs. This was the treasure that he sought. Graybeard gently stroked the soft curls that he found there. As he did this, he removed his mouth from Tamara's breast. He decided that he did not want her to be overly distracted as he explored this part of her. He wanted to see her response to being touched in this intimate place. He stroked her more firmly and watched the shock register on Tamara's face when she realized where his hands were. Her shock deepened as Graybeard moved his fingers through the curls and began stroking her. He could feel the wetness that was the result of his touch. "Graybeard, you should not touch me there! It is unseemly and wrong." Tamara grasped. Graybeard chuckled. "Silly girl, I will touch you here any time I wish and I will be doing much, much more to this area soon. Do you know what this is?" When he saw Tamara wordlessly mouthing something, Graybeard decided that he would instruct her on what he preferred to call it. "This is your pussy. I am going to have lots of fun with your pussy. Now say it. Say, this is my pussy." Tamara shook her head. She did not want to say the word that Graybeard had used. She had heard this word before but it was not something that a well-bred young maiden said. That was a word used by common trollops. At her refusal to say that word, Tamara felt Graybeard place a quick slap on her bottom. She did not want another spanking. "That is my pussy." Tamara said quietly. Graybeard smiled. "Yes, that is your pussy. I am going to put my finger into your pussy to prepare you as I am going to put something much bigger into your pussy soon." Tamara shook her head as if to protest but she did not say a word. Graybeard continued to stroke her until he felt enough wetness to insert his finger. He slowly pushed his finger into her. Graybeard had never experienced anything as tight as her pussy gripping his finger. He inserted it enough to feel her maidenhead and chose to go no further. Instead he moved his finger back and forth. As he did this, he again sucked on one of Tamara's breasts. He would take her and make her fully his but he also wanted it to be pleasurable for Tamara. When Tamara began to relax and moan, Graybeard decided that it was time to proceed further. He removed his finger from Tamara's pussy and put that finger into his mouth. "You taste wonderful. I knew you would. I cannot wait to taste you further. But first, it is time for you to become acquainted with my body." Tamara did not understand what he meant about tasting her further. However, she was soon distracted when Graybeard moved her away from him and stood in front of her. He untied his shirt and pulled it over his head. Tamara noticed that his chest was covered in a thick layer of hair. She wondered how it would feel to touch that hair. She did not have to wonder long because Graybeard stepped toward her and pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Tamara's senses were bombarded with these new sensations. She felt the hair on Graybeard's chest against her breasts. The sensation was not unpleasant simply new and different. As she became accustomed to this feeling she felt Graybeard push his tongue into her mouth. She had occasionally seen a man and woman kiss like this in a hidden area when she was among the townspeople. However, Tamara had never kissed any man and had definitely never had a man's tongue in her mouth. Tamara decided that the sensation was pleasant and tentatively touched her tongue to his. This caused Graybeard to moan and continue kissing her. When the kiss ended both Graybeard and Tamara were breathless. Graybeard stepped back and unlaced his pants. He removed his pants. Standing bare before Tamara, Graybeard knew the moment that she noticed his hard cock. Her eyes were wide open, as was her mouth; she quickly put her hand over her mouth in shock. Graybeard tried not to laugh at Tamara's reaction. He took her hands in his and moved them down to his erect cock. "You might as well touch it and get acquainted with it. You are going to be seeing and feeling it a lot." Tamara was not sure that she wanted to touch Graybeard's cock but she did not think she had a choice. Tamara allowed him to place her hands on his cock. She was not sure what to do or how to touch him. She did not have to be concerned with that as Graybeard guided her hands helping her stroke his cock. Feeling the size of his cock made Tamara nervous, his finger felt huge when he pushed it inside of her. She did not think that his cock would fit inside of her at all. Graybeard removed Tamara's hands and gently began to push her down on her knees. "Kneel down in front of me. I want to show you how to suck my cock." Tamara obediently knelt in front of Graybeard. She was not sure that she could do what he asked but she had no intention of giving him a reason to spank her again. "Open your mouth for me." Tamara did as he said and she felt him place his cock against her lips. "Now open wider and suck it into your mouth like I did on your nipples." This was something that Tamara could understand. She remembered how Graybeard had sucked on her nipples. So she did the same thing to his cock. She could not put all of his cock into her mouth; it was too big. However, Graybeard did not seem to mind this as he was moaning as she tried to fit more of his cock into her mouth. Soon she felt Graybeard's hands on her head as he slowly moved his hips to pull his cock from her mouth and then push it back in. Tamara was astonished. She thought that this would be disagreeable at best and possibly repulsive. Instead, Tamara found this new sensation to be fairly pleasant. Soon Graybeard pulled away from her, "Enough practice." Graybeard knew that if Tamara continued to suck him that he would soon ejaculate in her mouth. And although he would love to do that on a later date, that was not what he wanted to do today. He led Tamara back to the bed. At that moment he was very thankful that he had a bed instead of a hammock. "Lie down; it is time for me to return the favor." Tamara was unsure of what he meant but she did as he instructed. Once Tamara was lying on the bed, Graybeard spread her legs to allow him access to her pussy. He used two fingers to part her curls and slowly licked Tamara's pussy and gave an extra flick of his tongue on her clit. He continued this pattern and used a finger to again stretch Tamara to prepare her for his cock. When Tamara was moaning and breathing heavily Graybeard knew that she was ready. Graybeard moved between Tamara's legs and prepared to push his hard cock into her pussy. "This will hurt initially but I promise that it will feel good quickly." As he said this, Graybeard began pushing into Tamara's pussy. She was so incredibly tight. He made sure to take it slowly to avoid hurting her more than was absolutely necessary. When he was pressing against her maidenhead, Graybeard pulled back slightly and decided that it was best to get the pain over. He also thought that it was best if Tamara was not expecting the pain. He leaned forward and kissed her deeply. Once Tamara was kissing him back and her breathing was faster, Graybeard pushed into her quickly. Tamara cried out in pain but her cries were absorbed by Graybeard's kiss. Once Graybeard was completely inside of Tamara he stopped and simply enjoyed the tightness while allowing her a chance to adjust to his girth inside her. He knew that this was new and foreign to Tamara. "Is the pain beginning to subside? Tell me when it quits hurting." Tamara was unsure of what to think about Graybeard being concerned about causing her pain. Could there be more to this pirate than she first thought? She waited a moment. "The pain has eased. Right now I just feel really full. You feel huge inside me." Once Tamara said this, Graybeard began slowly fucking her. He wanted her to feel pleasure instead of pain. He did not merely want a captive to service his sexual needs; instead he wanted a willing and eager lover. It was worth it to take things slowly in order to achieve that goal. Because of this, Graybeard continued slowly pushing his cock into Tamara's tight pussy and then slowly withdrawing until only the head was inside of her. This continued until Tamara relaxed and began to move with him. This was his cue to move faster. As Graybeard began to thrust into Tamara faster, he moved his finger between them to rub her clit. As he did this, Tamara began to feel a sensation which she did not understand. It was as if her body was a tightly wound spring which continued to wind tighter and tighter. Suddenly Tamara felt as if the spring finally exploded. She did not understand what she was feeling but she felt as if lightning was running though her body. The pleasure that she felt was extreme. When Graybeard realized that Tamara was having an orgasm, he began to fuck her fast and hard. This caused Tamara's pleasure to increase. She could not control herself and cried out in pleasure. Soon Graybeard's cry of pleasure joined Tamara's as he emptied his seed deep into Tamara's pussy. Graybeard gently separated himself from Tamara and moved to lie beside her. He reached down to pull the covers over the two of them and took Tamara into his arms. "Rest now, Tamara. You will need your strength as there is much more you need to learn and experience."