0 comments/ 36841 views/ 3 favorites First Mate By: vargas111 It was so unfair; my first long space voyage as First Mate after my promotion and I had to draw Captain Walters as commanding officer. Ethyl Walters, the tough-as-nails commanding officer of the "Venture." had a reputation as being demanding. As the first woman ever to become captain of a Federation frigate, she had a lot to prove. But she had been proving it for the last fifteen years by making the lives of the men who served with her miserable. To make matters worse, Captain Walters turned out to be a very good-looking woman. Although she was ten or fifteen years older than I was, she had a firm, youthful body and once we were underway, she didn't mind showing it. Constantly she wore the skimpiest cut of uniform that regs allowed, clothes that showed off her big boobies and a hard, round ass. She seemed totally unaware or indifferent at the effect proximity to her had on a young NCO like me. I was scared to death of her, but too much a male not to dream of getting into her bed. At last one night I finally got a break. We had been traveling at top speed for several weeks when one afternoon (Navy psychs insist crews keep a 24 hour "day," even when our sun is an indistinguishable point of light in the sky) a fanfare suddenly blared out from speakers all over the ship. "What is that, Captain Walters?" I asked. "That's no alarm I've ever heard." "It's not an alarm," Ethyl explained. "I set the computer to notify us when we passed from the gravity well of the Milky Way into that of the Spiral Nebula. This is the first time I have been outside our home galaxy. I feel like celebrating. What about you?" "Well of course it would be a first time for me, too, Captain..." "'Ethyl,' she smiled. "Now that we're outside our home galaxy, Tony, why don't you call me Ethyl." I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Ethyl grinned at me. "I think a special dinner would be appropriate. Think you can arrange that, Tony?" "Aye, Aye, madam ... I mean, sure Ethyl." Needless to say, I was surprised at this display of sentimentality from my hard-bitten commanding officer. She even came out dressed up for the occasion, a slinky gown slit high and strappy spike heel sandals. I was even more surprised when Ethyl pulled several bottles of Syrah from her personal stash for the meal I prepared. It was a dammed good soy stroganoff, if I do say so myself. As the night wore on and I saw Ethyl having a little too much to drink, I started to wonder if I might get lucky. Discretely, I helped her have a little too much more. And what do you know? As ice-cool Ethyl got tipsy, she started to thaw. In one way, I wasn't surprised. A woman with big squeeze-able tits like hers and wide, man-devouring hips just MUST need lots of sex. She had to be used to men feeling up those glorious knockers until she was crazy with lust and then putting the wood to her. She might have acquired an amazing collection of sex toys to help her avoid sex with crewmembers, but tonight I hoped she would find out she couldn't. The booze was working on her. The old minx was getting hot for a little screwing. Her inhibitions were slipping. I could see she was starting to remember just how good getting laid felt having a man push open those plump legs and insert a fat cock into her juicy pussy. She would soon go wild unless she got some. She started giving me shy glances that gradually turned into hot, hungry gazes. When I suggested we watch a video together, she willingly agreed and soon she was sitting just a little too close to me on the couch. I pulled out a porn movie of a dentist who uses NO2 to get into the pants of his patients. Ethyl grinned when the doctor got a well-built woman in his chair, laid her back and shot her full of gas until she was giddy. Ethyl giggled along with the groggy woman as she watched Dr. "Hands" unbutton his pretty patient's blouse. The gassed-up woman squirmed with pleasure when the doctor slipped her boobies out of the bra and started playing with her nipples. I noticed Ethyl started squirming, too. The movie brought out a bawdy side to Ethyl I could only have fantasized about. "That's it; feel the bitch up. Make her screw her brains out," Ethyl muttered under her breath. I noticed my tipsy commanding officer was slowly snuggling up to press her self against me and when I looked down, I saw her blouse had "accidentally" come unbuttoned, revealing that lovely pair of big white tits. "Do you mind if I hold you like this, Ethyl?" I said shyly, putting an arm around her gently. "Do, and I'll bust you down to ensign! You'd better hold me like this!" she growled drawing my hand to her breasts and kissing me passionately. "Oh, God, Tony! It's been so long!" she sighed. "Oh, I thought I could do without it, but I can't. That feels so lovely!" she moaned as I kneaded her boobs and tweaked her nipples. "I can't believe this, Ethyl," I gasped. "You are so beautiful, so sexy. I've been dreaming of..." Another passionate kiss silenced me until she drew back. "Don't talk, baby. I've got more important uses for your lips," she moaned and pulled my face into her bosom. "You are doing such a JOB on me. You really know how to turn a woman on. You're getting me... so... damned... horny...," she panted. "I've got to get off! Diddle me, Tony. Diddle me good." she continued to moan and guided my hand under her skirt and up into her pussy. When my fingers slipped between her legs, I could feel her pussy was wet. The woman was ready to be laid. As I rubbed her clit rhythmically, she began to yelp with pleasure as orgasm after orgasm hit her. I continued stimulating her, almost cruelly, until she was delirious with desire. "Give it to me, Tony! I've got to have sex; I've got to have a man. It's been too long since I had a real prick between my legs. I need to be screwed. Come to bed with me, Tony. I want you to fuck me." Frantically, she led me to her Captain's chambers. "Come put me to bed; put me down and give me some cock!" she gasped and she ripped off our clothes pulled me into bed on top of her. I had never seen a woman in such a frenzy to get laid. "Put it here in my pussy, Tony! Cram your cock down deep in me. Pump me full of fuck until I burst. I've got to have a good dicking; I've got to have it!" she cried as I slid my prick in her steaming cunt. "Yes! Yes! You're in!" she exclaimed as soon as my cock penetrated her pussy. "It feels so good, baby, your prick deep in my pussy, just where I want it," she said softly now with more determination than frenzy. Instantly, her legs locked around me and she began to gyrate. "In and out ... In and out," she whispered. "Just like it should be." Slowly I realized her body had taken control of my rhythm. I was no longer fucking her. She was fucking me and I couldn't have stopped her if I'd wanted to! Her powerful undulations were controlling my movements. She was bringing me to orgasm. I had the feeling that something wasn't quite right, even if I had wanted to, I couldn't have pulled out. Her legs were strong and her movements felt too good. Instead, I gave in to her domination and seconds later exploded inside her. Nevertheless her writhing didn't stop until she had drained my balls into her ravenous cunt. "Yes, Tony, now I have you," I heard her say as, spent with passion, I dropped off to sleep. But several more times that night I half remembered being on top of Ethyl pouring cum down her pussy hole. "Wake up a little, darling. Just enough for one last time," she said. "I want to fuck you one more time!" This time all I could do was lie back as she coaxed my prick to erection. Then she climbed on, and rode me to orgasm that turned out my light again. It was late afternoon when I awoke. I stumbled out of Ethyl's cabin and found her at the controls of the ship. When she saw me, she arose and took me in her arms. "Good afternoon, sweetie. Have fun last night?" she grinned and kissed me. "Wow!" I replied. "I sure did. Didn't you?" "Of course, honey," she said leading me to the couch in the control room. "Any woman would like spending time in bed with a man like you! You dicked me five times in one night. And it looks like we'll be having a lot more such nights just like it, Sure Shot." "Sure shot?" I asked. "Yes, look at this," she grinned, handing me a paper with a bright pink plus sign on it. "What does this mean, Captain Walters?" I demanded. "When did I become 'Captain Walters' again?" she laughed. "It means just what you're afraid it means, darling. I've been in my most fertile period for a week. It looks like now, thanks to you, I'm going to be making us a baby. Sometime during these last few days that we've been screwing like rabbits, you got me knocked up sky high." "Impossible!" I gasped. "Yeah? Well, just watch. In a few weeks I'll start looking like what I am -- a the girl you 'got in trouble.' My boobs will get bigger; my hips will spread out. By the time we get back to Earth my tummy will be blown up like a balloon and I'll be slow stupid and hanging onto you. Everybody will wag their heads and grin knowingly that while we were out alone in space, the Captain let her First Mate into her pants one night got herself knocked up. But according to the Space Code, you will have to marry me!" "What do you mean 'last few days?'" "Well, yes, I have another little confession. The night you may remember wasn't last night. It was about two weeks ago; you've been unconscious since I seduced you. "But why don't I remember anything?" "Easy. Light tranquilizers and heavy sex. After the last fuck each morning when had to get up to run the ship, I gave you a drugged drink of water to keep you sedated. But when I came back at night, I had a way to keep you under control that was much more fun for both of us. Every time you stirred, I gave you my tits to suck until you were hard and rode you to an orgasm that put you to sleep again. "But how can you be pregnant? Our contraceptives!" I asked. "Ours?" she grinned. "I stopped taking mine weeks ago. Maybe it was just my biological clock, but I decided I'd never find a better combination of brains and body to father my children, sweetheart. And although I'm sure you're normally very cautious before you take a young lady to bed, First Mate Black was so excited about finally getting his 'frigid' Captain into the sack that night, he forgot to take his "before" pill." I gaped, realizing what she said was true. "It wouldn't have done you any good, anyway, honey. I switched them for placebos several earlier. I wanted to make sure that when I had you in me these last few days, you would be shooting with live bullets." "But the celebration of entering the Spiral? Was that just coincidence?" "I have NO idea when we left the Milky Way, darling. I programmed the computer that monitors our vital functions to alert me when I was to enter my most fertile time of the month," she grinned triumphantly "You planned all this? That night was just an act?" "A plan, yes, but not an act, darling! I really do get horny when I drink and the wine had me as high as a kite. Porno movies do get me hot. When I let you feel me up, I did get terribly aroused. I truly loved the way you put the make on me. You used my tits perfectly to make me want it, and bad! If I hadn't already intended to let you fuck me, I sure couldn't have stopped then. And I wasn't faking those orgasms when we screwed. Your fingers, tongue, and prick did make me come and come! All the screams of pleasure were the real me. You had me moaning with genuine ecstasy, but I had also made sure that the sperm you were planting deep inside me didn't go to waste." "The act was earlier, darling," she continued, "Pretending NOT to want sex when I was dying to get you in me. From almost the moment I laid eyes on you, Tony, I wanted your prick and your baby, but it took time to come up with a plan to make you marry me. I had to grit my teeth when you brushed my tits or 'accidentally' bumped my ass when we passed in these narrow corridors. My body was crying, 'You're hot! Let him do you. Spread your legs and let him fill your pussy with his cum!' It was hard lying awake at night, listening to your breathing in the adjoining cot, wanting you cock planted in me. But now I've got you; my long horny nights getting off with my dildo are over!" "This is outrageous, Ethyl. I refuse to let you get away with this!" "On the contrary, my darling," she giggled, "You will let me get away with this and a lot more. You see, I made a couple of marvelous discoveries that first night. First, I found out you really don't need to be in the Navy for the money. Your father left you more credits than you know how to spend, something I think I can help you with," she giggled. "Second, once I'd got your prick in me, I discovered that I could do absolutely anything I wanted with you. The manly Tony Black has a secret vulnerability. You actually like being sexually dominated by a woman. And darling, I am going to take advantage of that to supply all the domination you crave." "Ridiculous!" "Tony, I have screwed around a lot, and I know what turns men on. I'll admit I never suspected it of you. I thought playing the frigid female who gets helplessly amorous when drunk would turn you on, and it did. But later when I had you in bed, I saw how you responded to my commands. You were helpless. I know a little bit about hypnotism, so I stayed awake when you slipped into that lovely semi-conscious daze that overcomes a man after a good fuck. I tried a simple induction, and you went under like a baby. I took you down several more levels and planted a post hypnotic suggestion that you crave sex with me. Each time I screwed you for the last week, I put you under again, tightening my control of your mind. By now I've got you in the most deliciously total bondage to me," she giggled. "What mumbo jumbo! I suppose you have grounds for a paternity suit and are after a fat court settlement from my father's estate. But 'marriage?' 'Bondage?' Come on!" "So, you are angry with me?" she grinned. "Furious, you bitch!" "And don't want to make love to me again?" "After what you have done to me? Of course not." "Then I guess if you now suddenly found yourself really horny and wanting me to screw you, that would prove I have some kind of hold on you mind, wouldn't it?" "I suppose," I admitted, warily. "Then get ready to test your bonds," she said and rubbed her breasts. As her hands moved over her breasts they seemed to expand to fill my field of vision. "You are staring at me, darling. It's rude to stare at a woman's boobs unless you are planning to do something with them," she smirked. "In fact, you'd better not look at all if you don't want to get horny. I've found that young men who stare at my big, soft boobies soon get an urge to feel me up. They get so turned on they just want to undress me and take my big titties out of my bra and kiss them and suck them." "Could that be happening to you, Tony?" she asked knowingly and started unbuttoning her uniform. I shook my head, but continued to star at her as she stripped. "I wouldn't mind that happening, darling. I haven't had you in me for several hours so if you started playing with my titties, that could get me excited. Oh, yes, very excited," she hissed as she sidled up to me. "No, no!" I protested as I fell on those magnificent milk jugs "Oh yes, baby! I hope you know what you're doing to me. When a man sucks my tits like you are, I get really wet down here. See?" I didn't see, but I sure felt as she guided my hand to her very soppy crotch. "Why not come with me to my cabin again for another romp." ***** After that night there was no question. Ethyl owned me, body and soul and I really couldn't complain. At first there was not much change in routine; most of the housekeeping chores were mine anyway, although she insisted I learn how to care for her clothes. That was not much of a chore because she preferred that we went naked to make it more convenient to fuck at her slightest whim. By the time we were on the way back to base she was really starting to show - and to slow down. We were spending more and more time in bed. She still liked me to fuck her several times a day, but had decided that doggie style or riding me was more practical than missionary position. Even more, however she liked me to massage her belly as I fingered her to orgasm or to eat her to one soft come after another. Our baby girl, named Andromeda, what else, was born just two weeks after we arrived. (What HADN'T this woman planned?) There was barely time to organize the wedding before Ethyl went into delivery. Although many of my friends and classmates were surprised I was marrying my commanding officer and a woman considerably older than I, most of them shared ribald congratulations for having seduced the "sexy old bitch." If they only knew! Actually, several of them soon found out. Ethyl told me several of her like-minded friends had found new toy boys that day on my side of the aisle. As the time for her maternity leave drew toward a close, I started to feel worried. First I knew I was going to miss Andromeda terribly when we had to take the "Venture" off on the next mission. Second, Ethyl was having such fun nursing and playing with our daughter - such a beautiful little girl, how could you blame her - she had not started making any arrangements for day care while we would be gone. Finally the day for Ethyl to report to FedNav headquarters to pick up our orders arrived. When she returned she didn't want to talk about orders, but was boiling with lust. She didn't even let me put dinner on the table but insisted we go straight to bed. When I woke up next, she was in a much better mood. "I love you so much, Tony," she confessed as she lay in my arms after what must have been an early morning roll in the hay. "And I, you, darling." "You're not resentful at the way I tricked you into marrying me?" "Tricked me into having the smartest, the sweetest, the sexiest wife in the galaxy? Not very! You know I'd do anything for you." "Oh, Tony, I love you for saying that and meaning it. I have a really big request to make." "Say it, sweetheart." She looked at me carefully, judging me. "Tony, I don't like the idea of strangers taking care of our baby." I was confused. "Neither do I, love, but we can't take her into space with us until she's eight or she'll never develop balance." "I know, love. That's why I think it's best if a parent stays with her. We can't both go on the Venture when she blasts off." "No, Ethyl, darling. It's too big a sacrifice. You can't give up your career, even for our little Andromeda. You've worked a lifetime to get where you are." "OH, Tony. I knew you'd understand," she squealed. "You won't regret it, I promise," "'Understand what?' 'I won't regret what?' Now I am confused, Ethyl" "Don't you see darling? I will go on the Venture. You will stay home and take care of Andromeda. And when I come home..." Well if I didn't calculate wrong, stud, some time during the last week we have been fucking, you made Andromeda a little brother or sister." The End * Comments please to the address in my profile. In particular, this story almost begs for an alternate ending in which Ethyl leaves Tony home with the new baby, but goes off with another man promising to bring him home another baby to take care of. After all he was just her FIRST mate, not the only one. Indeed, with a little tweaking, we could probably discover that the first baby isn't Tony's either. But I'm just not in a nasty enough mood right now to write it. Any takers? First Mate Isobel and the Mermaid "Man overboard!" Pleiades jumped at the alarm and almost dropped his mop. They were in the middle of the Caribbean Sea. Who could have fallen overboard? Quickly he did a headcount of everyone who frantically dashed across the deck to halt the ship and drop a longboat in the water. Sandi Banks, the navigator, was at the wheel—a wheel she had tied him to while tormenting him with fellatio and denial last week. Then Coral Chandler, the seamstress and sailmaker, ran to haul on a line to release the rescue dingy. She'd used similar lines to string him up against the main mast so she could bugger his arse with a scrimshaw dildo carved by Jane of Whales. The Welsh maid was an excellent cook, and took special delight in cramming things in his mouth, praising him all the while in her lilting accent. Surgeon Annetti Scarlletti, Bessy Boomer, Gale Webber, and their fearless first-mate Iron-Clad Isobel Smith were all present and accounted for. Much of the counting returned memories of intimate moments paid for with their latest rash of plundering. Pleiades knew the captain was getting quite rich renting out her cabin boy to the all-female crew of the Tiger's Bonnet. "Heave too! Bring her aboard!" Iron-Clad Isobel hollered. While Pleiades had been reminiscing, the able crew had returned the longboat and was now hauling aboard a new girl. The creature was as white as snow—white as salt, actually. Even her crusted hair was as pale as a fresh sheet of paper. "Cabin Boy!" barked Isobel. "Get the captain!" "Aye!" Pleiades ran to follow orders without giving a second's thought to the way he easily submitted to feminine authority. He dashed to the cabin's quarters and knocked on the door. "Come," the tense voice rang out behind the door. He cracked the door and called in, "Captain, we've picked up a woman who was adrift at sea." "Good, good. Isobel can handle it," Tigris grumbled as she rummaged through the papers on her desk. "Now where did that ledger go?" "Captain? Can I help?" Pleiades asked, eager to serve. "I can't find the book I keep on who has paid for time with you," she sighed. "Don't do anyone any favors until I find it. Understood?" "Aye, Captain," he replied. He was equally excited and disappointed. "Good. Now go help Isobel with the new girl," she ordered. Pleiades complied. He went back to where the crew gathered around the first mate and the new passenger. The girl was awake and drinking from the flask Jane always carried with her. Annetti quickly checked her over for injury. "What ship were you on?" Isobel demanded. "I...I don't know." "Where were you going?" "I don't know." "What's your name?" "I don't know!" She looked so miserable that Pleiades felt sorry for her. "I don't know who I am or why I'm here!" "Easy, girly," Annetti soothed her. "Some water, some supper, some rest, and I dare say a bath, and you'll be right as rain." "Not until after we speak with the captain," Isobel insisted. She helped the girl to her feet and briskly marched her to the captain's quarters. Pleiades followed behind and crouched at the door to listen. "Captain, we have a new crew member," Isobel introduced the girl. "We can always use another set of willing hands," Tigris agreed. "What are you good at, girl?" "I don't know," she mumbled mournfully. "Come here, girl," Tigris ordered. She timidly stepped closer to the captain. Tigris yanked her closer and traced stains on her dress that weren't obliterated by the salt. Then she inspected the girl's fingers and found discolored burns. With a snarl, she pushed her away. "The chit is useless. Throw her back in the sea." The girl wailed and collapsed to the floor in a fit of tears. "Captain?" Isobel asked. "Her dress is stained with laudanum—I know that color from a particularly powerful medicine our own surgeon uses for amputees," Tigris snapped. "And the burns on her fingers are from opium pipes. She's an addict and likely a whore. If she's not already in withdrawals, she'll be taken by them shortly. She's useless to us, in any case, and I won't have her bad example influencing the crew." "Permission to speak freely, captain?" "Granted." "I will take over her recovery and see to it that her behavior is exemplary. She will become useful within a month," Isobel promised. Tigris gave her a crafty look. "You want this little doxy for your own, don't you?" "You have your cabin boy, captain," Isobel replied simply. "Very well. Take the wretch. You have one month to turn her into something useful," Tigris warned. "Thank you, captain. I have one more request." "Yes?" "I need the cabin boy to help me teach her how to behave properly," she said. "I don't give away his services," Tigris returned. "Of course not," Isobel agreed. "But I have a bottle of 15-year old scotch that needs a home that will appreciate it." "Deal!" Tigris nudged the girl with her toe disdainfully. "Go with the first mate, brat. And Isobel, collect the cabin boy from the doorway—he's heard all of this and will do as you ask." "Aye, captain." Isobel lifted the girl up and marched out the door. She found Pleiades right where the captain had said he would be, grinning sheepishly for eavesdropping. "Come, cabin boy." The trio went down to the first mate's cabin. It wasn't as luxurious as the Captain's but far better than the hammocks strung between the beams in the crew quarters. Once inside, Isobel instructed Pleiades to stand in the corner until he was called for. Then she stood the girl in the middle of the room and started ripping her dress off. The girl cried and feebly attempted to cover herself, but it was no use. Isobel was as cold as her iron namesake. When the girl was finally naked, Isobel took her pitcher of fresh water and a rag and roughly scrubbed the girl from ears to ankles. When she was done, she surveyed her work. The girl's skin was bright pink from embarrassment and the harsh cleaning. "You are not one of the crew," Isobel told her. "You will never be one of the crew. You are my property. My mermaid. And if I can't turn you into a decent cabin girl, you will be thrown back in the sea. Am I clear?" "Yes." Isobel slapped her. "You say, 'yes mistress' when you are in my quarters, and 'aye miss' when above decks. Am I clear?" "Yes, mistress." "You will not leave my quarters. And you will remain naked at all times," Isobel continued. "Yes, mistress." "Good. Now tell me truthfully," she ordered, her voice softening. "How bad are the withdrawals?" "I—I think I am over the worst," the girl admitted. "I vomited a lot at sea. I feel tired and thirsty—and I crave something—I just don't know what to do." "Good. You will not touch any medicine or even any rum without my express permission. I will not have you intoxicated." "Yes, mistress." "Your duties will involve keeping my cabin clean and servicing my needs," she said. "The cabin boy will show you by example what to do, but you are not to touch him." "Yes, mistress." Isobel finally smiled. "Now that we understand each other, I think it's time for your first training session." The first mate went to her bed and opened one of the drawers built into the frame. She extracted a long piece of thin rope and a scrimshaw dildo. "You are my mermaid," she said as she took the rope and bound the girl's legs together. The girl wobbled and her arms pin-wheeled as her ankles, knees, and thighs were tied snuggly. "Mermaids should never split their fins. Now, bend over as far as you can." The girl did as she was told. Isobel slapped her rump and the girl squeaked. Then she took the dildo and traced her nether-lips with it. "As my mermaid, I am allowed to do whatever I want to you, whenever I want to do it. Clear?" "Yes, mistress." Isobel slid the dildo slowly into the girl's pussy. Then she used the last of the rope to tie the toy in place. "Stand straight," she ordered. The girl complied with a moan as the toy shifted inside her. "Oh, the captain was right. You were a whore, weren't you?" "I—I don't know, mistress," she replied. "Maybe? It feels...natural to have that...thing...inside me." "Good. Now, we'll start with the basics. Lick my boots," Isobel commanded. The girl looked panicked as she tried to kneel on the floor with her immobile legs and the hard toy moving as she moved. "Hurry up, mermaid!" The girl dropped to the floor with a thump and reached her tongue towards Isobel's boots. She lapped at the toe for a moment and it became obvious she didn't know what to do. "Cabin boy! Show her how it's done," Isobel beckoned. Pleiades rushed forward and fell at Isobel's feet to lick her boots erotically from toe to top. The girl watched him and then mimicked his movements. "Good. Now higher," Isobel instructed. Pleiades lapped at the top of her boot and then caressed her calf with his tongue. It was rough because Isobel was still wearing her canvas breaches. He kissed his way to her kneecap and then her thigh. The girl followed his example until they were both kissing Isobel's hips. Isobel's hands cupped the backs of their heads and she groaned with desire. "Good, cabin boy. You learn quick, mermaid," she praised them. "Now, mermaid, the cabin boy will show you how to please me further." Isobel slowly kicked off her boots, pants, and smallclothes, and then sat on the edge of her bed. She beckoned them forward with a crooked finger. Pleiades knew what was next, and he eagerly wanted to taste Isobel. The girl followed behind him, slowed by her rope tail. Isobel nodded her permission to Pleiades and he buried his face between her thighs. He lapped at her folds, swirled his tongue around the pearl of her womanhood, and probed deeply into her secret places. He could tell by Isobel's moans that his technique was quite effective. Just before she orgasmed, she roughly pushed his head away. "Now, mermaid. You try," she ordered, her voice breathy with lust. Pleiades hesitantly backed away. He hated leaving a job unfinished, but this was supposed to teach the mermaid girl. The girl moved forward and hesitated. Isobel's hand cupped the back of her head and firmly pushed her face into the place Pleiades had just left. The girl's tongue snaked out as she tasted the salty-sweet folds for the first time. She couldn't explain it, but the more she explored, the more she wanted. Soon she was licking the folds hard as if they were a child's oversized lollypop. Her tongue slipped between them and she found the swollen pearl that Pleiades had polished so expertly. She suckled on it while the top of her tongue played with Isobel's entrance. Isobel thrust her hips into the girl's face, her fingers digging into the girl's hair. "Good mermaid!" she moaned, and then she exploded, her back arching and her thighs clamping around the girl's head in a death grip. A hot rush of sweet liquid covered the girl's face and she drank it up thirstily. Finally, Isobel pulled the girl's face away from her quivering nethers. "Not bad for your first time. You have potential." The girl smiled, pleased with herself. "Now, I have that whore-hole of yours to claim." The girl's eyes widened. "Mistress?" "I am going to fill and plunder every dirty hole of yours, until I am satisfied," Isobel said with a wicked grin. "Pleiades, bring the bench." Pleiades held back his jealousy as he dragged over "the bench." It was like the benches in the galley, only taller and the seat's corners were rounded. Isobel lifted the girl by her rope harness and threw her over the bench so that her perky ass was high in the air. "You have had many men here, haven't you?" Isobel asked, parting the girl's butt cheeks so she could inspect the girl's goods. Her pussy had drenched the scrimshaw dildo and her ass hole was a tight rosy pucker. "I don't know," she whimpered. "Well, this," she traced one finger around the dildo, making the girl shiver, "and this," her finger, lubed with the girl's own juices, sank into her ass to the second knuckle, "are mine now, and no man will ever touch them again. Not even the cabin boy." The girl moaned and whined. "But no worries. I will fill you so full that no man could ever satisfy you ever again, and you'll be my pet mermaid...forever." Isobel flicked the base of the dildo to punctuate the words. The girl gasped, but couldn't reply. Isobel smiled and pulled her hands away. "You must be thirsty, mermaid. Would you like a drink?" "Yes, mistress," she whispered. "Cabin boy, get me a mug of water," the first mate ordered. Pleiades quickly found a mug and the pitcher of water on the wash stand. He offered her the mug of water. Isobel took it and walked around to face her mermaid. She gripped the girl's hair and lifted her head up. Then Isobel took a swig of water and kissed the girl, pushing the water into the girl's mouth. The girl was too parched to resist. She eagerly gulped the water down and even licked Isobel's lips for the last drops. "Such an eager mermaid." "Please...please mistress," she begged. "May I have some more?" Isobel gave her another kiss-drink in response which the girl lapped up and slurped down. She seemed to regain life as kiss after kiss poured water down her throat. Finally Isobel decided the girl was watered enough. She dumped the rest of the mug over the girl's head and returned to her rear. She smacked the upturned ass. "I think it's time to claim what is mine," she said. She rummaged in a drawer and found a larger, double ended scrimshaw dildo lashed into a pair of leather panties. Pleiades was silently grateful that he wasn't going to be receiving that monster. Isobel shimmied into the panties, slipping the smaller end of the dildo into herself. Then she loosed the rope holding the smaller dildo and withdrew it. She threw it at Pleiades. "Suck on that while you wait, cabin boy." He obediently put the slippery toy in his mouth. The girl's juices were salty from her time in the sea. He knew better than to cross Isobel when she was in a domineering mood. Fortunately, Isobel was focused on her next task. "Brace yourself, mermaid," she crooned as she lined up the toy. "I'm going to make you sing." She had some small mercy on the girl and didn't thrust quickly, but she was firm and forceful as she sank the carved bone into her girl. The girl moaned and sobbed as Isobel settled into a strong, steady rhythm. "You whore," Isobel declared. "You little penny-pussy! You're so loose; you must have had a fleet of Limeys in here. Did you? Did you spread your filthy land legs for every dick on the dock?" The mermaid girl wailed and nodded vigorously, afraid to disagree. Even Pleiades was impressed with how easily her cunt swallowed the huge toy. She must have been popular in her past life. "Never again, my mermaid," Isobel snarled, grinding her hips into the girl's perky ass. Isobel reached forward to pinch the mermaid's small breasts. She twisted the nipples fiercely until the girl cried out. "Never, ever, again. You don't even want a man now, do you?" The mermaid shook her head. Isobel's breathing was labored as she sped up her rhythm. "Mine," she groaned with each thrust. "Mine, mine, mine, MINE, MINEMINEMINEMINE!!" Her orgasm seized her and she convulsed against the mermaid's ass, driving the toy deep into the poor girl. The girl wailed in pain but offered no further protest. Pleiades gripped his own hard member through his pants, wishing he could pursue his own relief. But he hadn't been ordered to do so—he'd been all but forgotten—and he knew that if he started stroking himself without permission, he could be in for a beating. He didn't know how much longer he could watch the mermaid getting used so roughly without exploding in his own pants. That would make the captain quite unhappy with him. (Laundry was hard to manage on a pirate ship with little fresh water to spare.) With a grunt, Isobel pushed herself off the mermaid, pulling the toy away. "Did you cum, mermaid?" she asked softly. "No, mistress," she sighed. "That's a shame," Isobel said as she flopped onto her bed. "You'll have to work on that. I gave you more than enough stimulation. Next time I want you screaming my name. Do you understand?" "Yes, mistress." "Go get us some food, cabin boy," the first mate waved Pleiades away. "And have cook unpack some of those maple candies we lifted from the last Boston merchant." "Aye, ma'am!" he replied, and quickly left Isobel's quarters, glad for the distraction. First Mate to the Captain of the Ship This is a continuation of my experiences from my first year out of College. There are references to the previous story but aren't necessary to enjoy this story. I hope you enjoy. ***** It was the first week of June and it was beginning to look like it would be a long hot summer. My friend Tomas was gone until Labor Day and I had no prospects for a girlfriend. I thought about making a booty call to an old girlfriend but I was afraid my visit would be misinterpreted. Work was getting grueling and I was thankful Friday had finally rolled around. All I had to do was last 8 hours. I poured myself a cup of java and sat down at my desk. I didn't have any plans for the weekend but I knew I would come up with something. That morning Ben, one of the VPs I often took to the airport etc. came in and said, "Hi, how would you like to help me launch my new sailboat today?" He had just purchased a large sailboat and he was eager to get on the water. "I'd love to, but will the office let me off with no notice?" Since I was new I didn't like asking for favors. "I'll take care of that." Inside of an hour I had changed and was waiting in front of my apartment for him. He pulled up, his boat followed. Andy, another executive who was also going along followed along in his company car. I hopped in the truck with Ben and we were off to the lake. The lake was 90 minutes away and Ben talked about how excited he was and how much he planned to use the boat this summer. The boat had a small cabin with a berth and kitchenette. It was almost self-contained. "This should be a real babe magnet for you, huh?" I said "Sure enough, but I don't have much problem finding women even without the boat." Ben was handsome, he was in his mid 30's (which seemed old to me at the time). "Are you interested in women?" He asked. I was taken aback with his question. Why would he ask that? Did he know something? I had been very careful to conceal my relationship with Tomas, but did I slipup somewhere? "Well yea!" I stated a little too defensively. "Why would you ask that?" "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. I simply had not seen you with a woman and thought you might swing in another direction." "It's ok if you do, I don't judge. I've had friends who were gay and I've even taken a 'side trip' or two with a man during dry spells." My mouth had suddenly gone dry and I took a long drink of my Coke. My mind was racing. Should I come clean? Should I deny? What would be the consequences of my answer? "Well I consider my self sexually flexible." I said swallowing hard and watching for his reaction. "But I keep my dalliances quiet for fear of the rumor mill." We lived in a pretty small and conservative Kansas town and I didn't want to be a topic of discussion. "You have nothing to fear with me." Ben said. "People who live in glass houses ... as they say." The conversation became somewhat awkward after that and I couldn't wait to get to the lake and launch this thing. When we finally arrived at the lake I jumped out and helped launch his big beautiful new sailboat. I was glad there were three of us because it took all of us to get it out in the water and it took an hour or so. "OK guys, jump in and let's see what it's like 'underway'!" Ben said. "Oh, I can't." "I promised my wife I would pickup the children from day care and by the time I get back into town it will be time." Andy said. "Well, would you like to stay? It's still early and we can get in some sailing. I'll be heading back in the morning and you can ride along with me." Ben asked. Without giving it enough consideration I answered. "Sure, that sounds like fun." I immediately wondered if I had made a mistake, considering our brief conversation in the truck. Andy said his goodbyes and left. Ben and I boarded his new boat and without much effort we were underway. The wind was just right and we were gliding across the water. It was still early enough that there wasn't much traffic on the lake and we felt like we owned it. Ben proved to be a skilled sailor and he could direct the boat virtually anywhere I pointed. We were having a ball and time slipped away. It soon was time to think about dinner so Ben took us to the marina. Inside we picked up some light fare for dinner and a couple bottles of wine. "It's going to be dusk soon and we need to decide where we want to berth for the night." Ben said. "Look for a cove that looks secluded and we can drop anchor there." We headed back out and eventually discovered a nice little secluded cove that was surrounded by trees and not visible from the cabins and docks along the shore. Ben skillfully directed us in. He dropped the sail and I put in the anchors, one fore and one aft. The wind died down and the lake became mirror like as the sun slowly set. We had a light dinner and Ben opened one of the bottles of wine. It was soon a dark moonless night. "I wish I had brought a swimming suit." I said. "I don't want to get my cloths wet because they probably won't dry by morning, and besides I wouldn't have anything to sleep in." I commented. Ben stood up without a word, put the ladder over the side, shed his cloths and jumped into the water. "Come on in, the water's fine." Still a little unsure and feeling a bit shy I stood up slowly. "Oh, come on. There isn't any one else around here for a mile." I still wasn't completely comfortable with Ben, especially after our conversation in the truck. After a brief pause I decided to throw caution to the wind. I dropped my shorts (yes I was commando again) threw off my t-shirt and followed Ben in to the water. God the cool water felt good on my cock and balls. It had been a hot day and the coolness was fantastic. "I should have had you get out the floating noodles." And Ben climbed back onboard, he paused briefly on the deck, almost posing. I got an eyeful of his naked body in the darkness, He had broad shoulders and hair over his chest, he had a tight ass and his cock seemed long. He had an attractive body, at least I was attracted and my cock began to harden beneath the water. Ben rummaged in the cabin and tossed in two noodles. While he jumped in I got another view of his semi erect cock, nested in his ample pubic hair. I wondered if he noticed I was clan shaven and smooth chested when I undressed. I had retrieved both noodles so I swam to him with the second noodle. We both weaved the noodles under our arms and across our backs as if we were in an easy lounge chair. I let my legs float out and my foot accidently brushed against his leg. "Oh, I'm sorry." "You enjoyed it." Ben teased. I didn't reply. . .but he was right. We floated for a long while, talking and laughing until Ben said "I want some more wine," And began to swim back to the boat. Ben climbed aboard "What I don't have are towels. I guess we'll have to drip dry." That made me nervous, would I be able to keep my cock at ease? I couldn't stay in the water all night so I climbed on in. Ben was waiting with a Dixie cup of wine. It turned out I had nothing to worry about. The cold air against my wet skin made my junk shrivel. We sat on the bench seats and drank our wine, one, and then another. Our conversation made me relax and soon I forgot we were naked. It felt so freeing sitting in the night air completely unclothed. When our cups emptied this time I got up to refill our cups. While I was filling Ben's cup he commented. "I see you are shorn. It looks good. Makes your cock look really long." Now I was rocked in to reality and became self-conscious. After a long pause I said "Yea, I saw it on the porn videos. Chicks expect it now." "What about your boyfriends? I bet they like it too." I sat down but my cock began to grow immediately knowing I was on display. "You're definitely a grower," said Ben softly, "some guys are showers and some guys are growers. You are definitely a grower." You have a nice cock. . . mind if I touch it?" Without me saying a word Ben scooted over and extended his hand over to feel my, now hard as granite, cock. I watched as he slowly began to stroke it up and down. "I bet your have pleasured a lot of people with this magnificent tool." Ben was such a flatterer. I guess that is what made him a good salesman. Ben took my ankle and hiked my leg over the side of the boat and scooted me into a lounging position. He came up between my legs and began to lick my balls. He sucked my balls into his mouth one at a time tickling them with his tongue. Ben then hooked my legs in his arms and rocked me back, ass up and began to rim me. "Oh my God! That feels amazing!" Ben twirled his tongue around and around my ass sending me into a tizzy, my eyes rolled back in my head and I felt dizzy. He then took his finger and slid it gently into my ass. "This isn't the first thing you have ever had in your ass is it?" He asked rhetorically. "You like rigid things in your ass, like cocks, don't you?" He slid his finger slowly in and out, stroking my cock with his other hand. "Let's go into the cabin where we can be more comfortable." With that he withdrew his finger and we both stood up and walked down the few steps into the cabin and Ben forcefully pushed me onto the bed. "Stay there, I need to get something." He went to a small bag he had on the table and took out a tube that I guessed was lubricant. Ben came over and crawled into the bed. I rolled over and put my hand on his chest. The hair on his chest was rough in my hand and I found it exciting. He was so masculine and muscular. I took his nipples and pinched them firmly. He flinched slightly and groaned. I got up on my arm and looked him in the eyes. I lowered my lips to his and kissed him. He didn't respond so I kissed him again, harder this time. This time his lips became soft and parted slightly allowing my tongue to enter his mouth. I think I surprised him. I pressed my bare chest into his hairy chest and ground my erect cock against his. I moved my mouth down his neck and across his chest to his nipples and kissed, nipped and sucked on them invoking another groan from Ben. I kissed down his flat abdomen and reached his rigid, erect cock. I put my lips to its' head and licked with my tongue, moistening his entire head. Then I slid my lips over the head and down his shaft. My tongue danced over his cock as I sucked and slid my mouth up and down on his shaft. Ben groaned, "Oh yea, just like that." He put his hand on top of my head feeling me go up and down on him. "I don't want you to stop, but please do, I don't want to come yet." I stopped and put my head on his stomach. I was eyeball to eye with his beautiful cock. I stroked him slowly with my fingers. His cock was big and fat, so manly. I moved my hand down to his sack. I felt the firmness of his balls and rolled them around moving my fingers around in his bag and between his big nuts. I slowly slid my hand to the base and stroked his sensitive taint and he jumped. I felt very self satisfied that I was making him react to my touch. I put my finger in my mouth leaving it wet and put it down to his ass and inserted it slowly into his hole. He stiffened as I pushed it past his tight opening. "Relax." I whispered as if we had someone to hide our actions from. It took a second but I felt him relax and I eased my finger in stroked his prostate. Soon could see his penis began to ooze fluid and I moved my lips up to his head and began to suck it out and swallow it down. I loved the warm saltiness of his juice. In just a few seconds he violently jerked and he ejaculated hard into my eager mouth. I wrapped his cock in my warm lips and took in every drop of his seed. His entire body convulsed with each surge his fluid pumping into my mouth until it finally subsided. I enjoyed the after glow with his cock still in my mouth, knowing he would like the warm softness against his now sensitive organ. "That was the most intense orgasm I have ever had. You have a very talented mouth, tongue and finger." With that I released his cock from my mouth and rolled over on the bed beside him feeling proud and almost boastful. "The best you've had, huh?" Ben chuckled and we lay together as he recovered. I could feel his pounding heart. "You think I'm done don't you?" Ben said assertively. "Not yet young man I'm going to have your ass. I'm going to ram my cock into you until you scream when you cum. Your blowjob only made sure I last longer." With that he rolled over on top of me pressing me hard into the mattress. He hooked my legs and pulled them up over my shoulders. Ben took the tube he had retrieved and squeezed it into his hand. He slathered in onto his cock and then took more and generously lubed my ass with his fingers. "God, now I'm going to do something to you I have wanted to do ever since I first set eyes on you in the office." He pressed his cock against my opening. I put my hand down on his shaft and directed it where I wanted it as desperately as he did. Slowly his cock entered past my sphincter and into my ass. I took a quick deep breath, "Hold it there just a minute till I adjust to your huge cock." After a few minutes he slowly began to slip his cock in and out. "Oh my GOD. You feel so good in my ass. Fuck me. God, Fuck me now. I want your cum in my ass." With that approval he fucked me with a vengeance. Our skin was slapping loudly. He was pumping with such force I could feel the boat rocking in our ecstasy. "Fuck Yes!" I yelled. "I want everyone on the lake to hear me scream as you fuck me." With more gusto he pounded me hard and cum began to pump out of my cock. "I'M CUMMING, YOUR COCK IS MAKING ME CUM!!" Then I could feel his cock , once again pump. I knew he was cumming, as his back stiffened and he plunged hard and deep inside of me. "OH! YES! I FEEL YOU PUMPING YOUR LOVE INTO MY ASS. OH GOD, DON'T STOP." My heart was pounding as if I had run the 50 yard dash. We lay united together for some time our sweat running together in the summer heat. Ben slowly eased up on his elbows and withdrew his shaft from it's sheath. "Come here." He stood up and walked back out on the deck, his cock beginning to ebb. I watched as he stood on the side of the boat and jumped in. I quickly joined him in the water. The cool water was once again welcome on my hot skin. I swam out about 10 yards and returned to the boat and crawled up the ladder. "Boy. You have one sweet ass." Ben said as he watched me climbed in. "And you rode it like an expert. I'm not your first either am I?" He didn't reply, I assumed he didn't hear me. Ben got back into the boat and we had the last of the wine as we air dried. We slept together that night. That summer we had several more weekends on his boat. We became each other's secret lover.