Sunday, August 01, 2004

 

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SATURDAY NIGHT By C.D.E.


The Saturday evening started off like so many others.
I drove my wife out to meet some black studs at a local
motel.
It was either this way of life for me or divorce. I
loved her so much and needed her to keep my life complete.
However, she needed black dicks more than she needed me.
Usually I don't stay with her at her orgy escapades, but
this particular night one of her black men friends drove up
just as I was getting ready to drive off. She beckoned to
me. She wanted to introduce me to Zack.
"I've been fucking your wife so long, I just wanted to
meet you." He said boldly. I turned beet red as he
shook my hand.
I turned around to leave, but he literally grabbed my
arm and urged me to come in and meet the other "dudes who
give your wife a lot of dicking".
In the room were four other big muscular black men.
All were happy to see my wife Patricia. They openly
hugged and groped her ass and tits as Zack introduced me
to the group. All the men had huge bulges in their
pants. I could tell they were ready for sex.
Totally embarrassed and a deeper red than before, I
again made an effort to leave when Zack asked if I would
go get them some beer, liquor and snacks.
When I stood there waiting for money, my wife said
"Silly, they're my guests. Go get what they want." I
hadn't plan on having to pay, but she wanted me to.
Everyone told me what they wanted and I quickly rushed
out of the room. I needed the coolness of the night air.
When I returned, my wife was nude with two men deep in
her. One in her cunt and another in her mouth. Seeing
such a sight almost cause me to drop the bags I was
carrying. I'd never seen her with her black men before and
it was obvious to everyone by my reaction. Those two black
fuck tools were humongous.
I finally snapped back to reality as I laid out the
contents of the bags to make sure everyone got what they
ordered. This time I was so nervous I was trembling. I
had to get out of there. I tried not to look at what was
going on with my wife, but it was difficult not to.
Again I stammered out an excuse for leaving but Zack
pointed to a chair and told me to stay. I politely and
meekly refused. As I moved toward the door another man
blocked it and said "What's the matter, you think you too
good to stay here with us?"
I quickly replied that I had no such thoughts at all,
but had to get back to some work at the house.
It was then that the man with his big bone in my
wife's mouth pulled out. She apparently had just
swallowed his load and spoke as she was licking the drool
from around her lips.
"Oh c'mon and stay darling. It'd do you good to see
the fellows fuck me. Maybe you'll learn something ...
and if you're good the fellows might let you join in."
"You heard the bitch. Now go sit down like the man
told you." The black man standing at the door barked at
me.
Flustered, scared and totally embarrassed, I meekly went
to the chair that Zack had offered me earlier.
My wife soon had a another long rigid pole of black
meat down her throat. The man in her pussy was moaning
and indicating he was about to bust his nuts. He slammed
into her and uttered a deep moan as his body jerked and
shook from the enjoyment of his getting off. He pistoned
in her a few more times before pulling his semihard wet
prick out.
I could see her hairy bush with him out of the way and
it was then I got some idea how much of a wad he shot
off. His thick gooey cum began to ooze out slowly. I'd
never seen such a sight before.
Another stud was about to step up next and mount her.
"Hey you, c'mon over here and clean this shit up for
me! After all you her husband." The man said directing
his comment to me.
I jumped up and got a towel from the bathroom and
headed over to where my wife was with her legs stretched
open wide. As I started to wipe her pussy, he stopped
me.
"What the fuck you gitting a towel for. Don't you know
you suppose to suck her pussy clean! Stupid! Don't you
know anything about respecting the men that fuck your
bitch?"
I was caught completely off guard by what he said.
My wife pulled her mouth off the cock she was sucking
and intervened on my behalf.
"Sorry fellows. this is his first time, forgive him.
Honey they're right. A good husband would suck his wife
clean for the next man. That's only right don't you
think?"
I tried to respond but nothing came out of my mouth.
"C'mon honey, I know you're a little nervous, being
here with all theses real men. But I know you can do me
proud. I know you can. Don't shame me in front of all
my friends now."
I still couldn't speak and I knew my wife would be
severely disappointed if I didn't do as they wanted. So I
found myself with no choice except to girth myself and
dive into her drippy and very slimy muff.
She helped matters by pulling my head right into her
sloppy twat. I sucked up my first mouth full of fuck scum
anticipating a terrible yucky taste. Imagine my surprise
at it's creamy richness. I sucked and lapped greedily
and had her ready for the next dick in less than five
minute. She pushed my head back and waived for the next
guy to come forth with his raging erection.
A couple of the men cheered me.
As I prepared to get up and out of the way he asked me
wasn't I going to put it in for him. Again being a
novice at these things, I thought it better to just do as
I was told. I grasped his rock hard shaft and guided his
swollen blood gorged cock head to those same pouting soft
moist hairy lips I'd just mouth cleaned. His big rod
slipped in and stretched her easily.
I finally returned to my chair, glad I had the towel to
wipe away the sweat popping up on my forehead as well as
the pussy fuck slime around my lips.
I'd just beginning to settled down when the first man,
who'd fucked my wife, stood in front of me. His giant
penis was at rest but was covered with dried cunt gunk.
"You did a good job on your bitch's cunt, lets see you
lick my dick clean too. After all, yo wife's
pussy that caused it to be this way ... and since you be
da husband you oughta clean me up."
Again I was totally speechless as I comprehended the
outrageous suggestion he made. I know I looked pitiful
as I contemplated what to say or do. I looked around and
all eyes were on me again.
My wife, sucking like a baby with a bottle on the cock
in her mouth, nodded her head ever so slightly as a
signal to do what the man wanted. She also sent the same
signal with her eyes that I'd better do it.
I did as I was asked. I was so embarrassed as I
nervously held his big penis and gingerly proceeded to
lick the cock head and up his shaft. As I got into what
I had to do, my mouth cleaning proceeded to go quickly
and soon I'd lapped him clean.
The man had me lick his pee slit and suck on his cock
head before he approved of my efforts.
Almost as soon as he turned away my wife beckoned me
again. It was time to freshen up her pussy again. And
as before, as soon as I'd got her ready, the next man
wanted me to guide his dick in also. And just as before,
time I sat back down, the man who'd just pulled out of
her pussy stood before me ready for a mouth cleaning.
This went on all night. I was almost as busy as my
wife taking dicks and tasting fuck goo. To keep my mouth
from getting mucky and caked with the stuff, I had to sip
on a drink between my episodes of cunt and cock cleaning.
As the night went on, the black men in the room were
replaced by new ones. My wife, bless her, knew them all.
I couldn�t help but be proud of her in a strange way for
handling such giant tools.
At Three AM, the last man left the funky motel room
which reeked of heavy dirty sex and spent semen.
We�d been there over six hours and I was on my third
beer. I'm not much of a drinker, so the beer had made me
rather mellow. So much so, that two of her studs talked me
into sucking them off to completion. You see they bet me a
quarter I couldn't do it. I won. I proudly put the two
quarters in my pocket. Even I was surprised at easy it
was.
It was quiet with just the two of us there. We both
embraced and kissed each other with breaths that reeked
of jism and cunt and dick. I told her I was proud of her
and that I loved her even more after seeing how real men
could sex her. She responded by saying she to thought
this had brought us closer together and made me promise
to accompany her to other orgy gang bangs. She then had
me clean her pussy out one more time. This last orgasm,
her umpteenth of the night tired her out so she fell
asleep in my arms. I'd just gotten undressed and slipped
into the jism splattered bed to enjoy my wife the same as
15 other men had earlier, but she said she was too tired
and told me to jack off, before she cuddled up and fell
sound asleep in my arms. What else could I do. I jerked
off.

THE NEXT DAY

The next morning we both looked like something the cat
drug in as we left the motel for home.
After I got showered I went ahead and started breakfast
while Pat was prettying herself up. When she came in she
looked radiant.
We had a leisurely brunch as we talked about the night
before. I confessed how tasty her cum filled pussy was.
She promised me much more of that. She also tried to help
me associate names with all the dicks I'd lapped, licked
and sucked on.
About One PM the phone rang. It was the voice of a
black man. He wanted to speak to my wife. I passed the
phone to her without asking any questions of the caller. As
its a common occurrence in our house for her to get phone
calls from strange black men at all times of the night or
day.
She had long ago made it clear that it was none of my
concern who she talked to or slept with. I on the other
hand was required to account for my every minute of my time
or what I did, whenever she desired such information. She
specifically let me know that she would not tolerate me
messing around with other women. She repeatedly chastised
me for being so unmanly that she had to get her sexual
satisfaction on the outside with black men.
When she hung up she let me know that two of her black
studs were coming over shortly.
The two men had not been at the motel.
When the two well dressed studs arrived, one of them
wanted to have a private conversation with my wife. I
presumed he just wanted to get a quickie, but
they were back so quickly, I assumed it was for another
reason. I got a tray of drinks for everybody as she had
requested me to do.
We four sat and had drinks as my wife told them all
about the motel visit of last night and popped in a video
one of the guys brought over from a previous motel orgy
which I hadn't been at.
The two men got horny and took out their giant members.
"Honey, c'mon and give me a hand here. You suck Rich
and I'll take lane here. We don't have much time, we
have to make a run somewhere."
Needless to say I was totally shocked at this sudden
turn of events, but when I started to make a protest she
reminded me of the two quarters I'd won last night.
Shamed, I meekly crawled over between Rich's legs and
began to lap and suckle his huge member.
My wife and I were both in the same position. Kneeling
between the men's open legs, we both started
swallowing the men's copious loads about the same time.
"There honey, you see, two heads are better than one."
My wife said smiling as she walked away to get her purse.
The men had already gone to the car and were waiting
for my wife to join them.
She looked stunning in the skimpy mini dress she wore. As
she came out ready to depart, she revealed where she
was going.
"Honey I going to turn a few tricks to help Rich get a
few hundred for a poker game he wants to get in. I know
you didn't have it, so I didn't bother asking. I'll
probably be back tomorrow morning. Mean while, give the
house a good cleaning, and I want the kitchen floor waxed
again. If you do a good job, I might let you eat my
pussy for breakfast before you go to work."
She kissed me tenderly before she left and let me know
that in case my cock got hard, there were some good jerk
off scenes on the video that was still playing in the
VCR.
With a heart full of love for her, I waived goodbye as
she left with the two black studs. I couldn't help but be
touched by her caring concern for both me and Rich. How
could I be angry at her for doing what she was going to
do because I didn't have enough money to help her black
stud. Indirectly, I was responsible for her having to
sell her self because I didn�t have the cash he needed.
Therefore, how could I love her any less? Despite all
that'd happened, I didn't love her less but more. Sure
some might say she'd humiliated me in front of her black
men friends as well as helped break me deeper into
cocksucking, and not to mention that she hasn't let me put
it in for over a month. Yet, as I went about my house work
happily humming, I knew if I didn't have her in my life I'd
be the worse off.


THE END

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Thursday, July 29, 2004

 

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This file is a part of Elf Sternberg's Collected Works on . The
complete archive of Elf's work can be found on his website at:

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The author can be contacted at:

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Bloody Beth, Chapter 08

Beth greeted the knock on her door with relief. The ship's steward
had just come to her with the news that their quick flight had left
them low on supplies. They had planned on stopping at a small island
in the Grenadines which most of the ships around here used as neutral
territory and which had water, but one of her men had spotted The Medusa,
Morrow's ship, and they had steered clear. The water was the worst news,
but even the food had gotten short. Bart had taken to coaxing rats out
of the bilge, smashing them on the head, and tossing them into whatever
Seaburr was cooking that night.

"Come in," she said.

"My lady," came her brother's voice as he announced himself.

"My lord," she replied with some small irony. She had never thought of
herself as a lady in her adult life, and the idea that she should be
considered one now struck her as absurd. Still, that was the title Jacob
insisted upon using about her and she was not going to argue it with him.

"It is good to see you well," he began as he closed the door behind
himself. "I was concerned when you showed up with a bullet wound in the
meat of your arm."

"It heals. They always do." He cringed at her familiarity with
injuries. She just grinned. "Sit, Jacob." She indicated the one spare
chair, the one she shared every morning with Spike, even now with Jessica
sharing the cabin. Jessica had learned that, on the sea, the rituals of
the sea were as sacrosanct as those of the Holy Church of England. There
was no compromise here, no, not even for love.

Jacob took the chair easily. In his simple breeches and blouse he looked
every bit the pirate. "I am concerned about other things, my sister."

"I know." She looked at him squarely. She had come to realize that
his concerns were real, and that she would have to deal with them soon
enough. "Your concerns are threefold. One, your sister has been dead for
nine years and suddenly comes back. What story do you tell? To whom do
you reveal the truth? What of the men who followed with her? I tell you,
Jacob, that never did we plunder an English ship that wasn't bound for
Marbry's coffers. Spanish, Dutch, even a few Frenchmen, God knows what
they were doing here.

"Two, your sister has been leading the life of a pirate for all these
years. What kind of man wants her? You know I'm not a maiden, Jacob;
even if I had been taught to keep my maidenhead precious by my nanny
while Father lived, I could not have among these men. It isn't that they
would have raped me, oh no; it just would never have occurred to me to
consider it precious after all. And I have led a life of adventure; am
I now ready to settle down and be wife to some casual fop who's going
to go fat in middle age?

"Three, and this is the biggest problem of all, you sister appears to be
something of an invert. This makes the selection of a husband all the more
troubling because what man wants to marry a woman who is not interested
in him and keeps pinching the fannies of the servant girls herself?

"Have I got them all right?" She grinned.

"Every one. I should have guessed you were the brighter one in the
family."

"Nonsense, Jacob. You've carried yourself far better than I. You've even
got yourself a hellion for a faithful wife. She is strong, bound for every
adventure, lets modicum work where it must and throws it overboard when
it may, and besides that, she's the most beautiful creature God has ever
made. And I know beautiful women."

"Yes," Jacob said. "And you've become one yourself. So let me ask you
directly, Elizabeth: if we got to England, what would be your ideal?"

"You'll win my heart too readily with that, Jacob. You asked the right
question." She paused, tapping the dry end of the stylus against her
teeth. "I don't know. I want to go and be Elizabeth Harcourt, see what
kind of life I would be leading as a woman of the court. I suppose I'm
rather old and weatherbeaten as unmarried women go."

"Perhaps," Jacob replied. "But don't let that stop you. There are
older and more weatherbeaten men always looking for a second wife after
their first dies in childbirth. It's a sad and common enough tale." He
paused. "I hope you do marry, sister. It is good for the soul."

"Are you really so very concerned with the state of my soul?"

Jacob looked uncomfortable for a moment. "Although I can find no mention
of it in my teachings, I am sure that you relationship with the lady
Speer is frowned upon by the teachings of the Bible."

"Jacob, I could no more deny my feelings for Jessica than I could deny
my right hand." She smiled. "It is simply something that, if I must,
I shall hide from the bishop. Two girls playing is hardly something for
the church to frown upon."

A knock at the door interrupted Jacob's possibly reply. "Cap'n, you'd
better come ha' a look at this."

"Open it. Trouble, Bart?"

The seaman stuck his head into the room. "Storm, captain. Looks bad.
Could be a hurricane."

Beth had smelled it that morning, but she had thought they could skirt
the storm. "Be right up."

On the deck, she used her Galileo glass and peered through to the oncoming
wave of black clouds and lightning. Bart hadn't been exaggerating. It
did look bad. She jumped up onto the wheeldeck, but Stede, at the wheel,
already knew what she had in mind.

"Gonna be a Hell of a squall."

"Steady as she goes, Stede. We can't outrun her if she's a hurricane, and
we can't outfight the bitch of the sea either. We'll just have to survive
it best we can." She patted him on the shoulder and he grinned at her.

"How much gold are we going for this trip? It had better be worth it
for going through that thing."

"An honest man's worth," Beth replied. "If I miss my guess, five
hundred thousand pounds' worth for the ship. The rest, for the King of
England. And pardons for all of us."

"Every man has his dream," Stede replied.

"Every woman, too." She eyed the storm again. It loomed from one end
of the horizon to the other, threatening. She had seen storms do that
before, but there was no way to tell how big a storm was once it reached
that size. It could just be a spreadout line squall, or it could be a
hurricane. It was just about the season for it, although usually such
storms struck further north. "Just keep us afloat, Stede."

"Do m'best," he said. "There're times when I wish Morrow was right."

"Me, too, Stede. Me too." Beth descended into the ship. Jacob had
disappeared into his cabin, she imagined. Spike had grumbled at losing
it to Jacob and Elaine, but there had been no other place to put them.

Still, Elizabeth was gratified to see that the pirate's life hadn't
broken either one of them. Elaine was a miracle with the maintenance of
the sails, and Jacob had learned navigation, knots, and rigging quite
readily. Each did their part to keep the ship running; each understood
that they were part of a compact, and if they failed the compact it
might well fail them.

Jessica fared less well. Seasick in the second week, she suspected
pregnancy. Elaine had become her nursemaid, and both Bart and Patrick
had begun to fawn over her when they learned that she might be with
child. Patrick, Beth could understand, but not Bart. That huge, hoary
black bear of a Scotsman had never turned his eye toward a woman or
womanly kindness in his life. Even some of the sodomites on board were
intimidated by Bart, who claimed he liked to "fuck the way men ought to
fuck!" That he should suddenly go all soft over a pregnancy was not what
Beth had come to expect from him. Still, some of her men had their secret
sides and hidden talents and she didn't begrudge Jessica the attention.

She walked into her cabin to find Jessica mending clothing. It was
something she had come to do regularly, her way of helping without getting
in the way or vomiting onto the deck. The mending was something that the
men usually did themselves, but this freed them up for other duties,
such as the fish nets they had stolen off a Dutch galley some years
ago. She kept the window open. "How are you feeling today?" Beth asked.

"Better," Jessica replied. "I think I'm coming over the sickness. I ate
some of your bread." She nodded toward the table, where a hunk of fresh
black bread awaited her. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Beth replied. "We're worried that a storm may be
coming. A big one. If you're inclined to be sick, this may be the worst
time for you."

"Is it dangerous?"

Beth laughed. "Every day on the sea is dangerous, some days are just
more so than others. But yes, this is a bad one. Ships get smashed in
storms like this one. But Stede and Renny know their business; they'll
get us through this one alive. They always have."

Jessica held out her arms and Beth fell into them, gratefully. "Oh,
Beth," she sighed, "You have made my life so... queer!"

Beth laughed and kissed her. "And you have made it feel so complete,"
she sighed. "You are so beautiful, Jessica."

"Mind my mending!" Jessica laughed, saving the shirt she had been patching
together. "Later, beloved Beth. We have all the time in the world."

"Yes," Beth agreed. "We will make that time." She kissed Jessica on the
cheek again. "I must see to my ship."

She checked with Seaburr, the ship's cook (and its barber, and its
doctor, although truthfully he was not much of any of those, but no man
was better). "There are enough to get us to the Brasilia coast, Captain,
but not much besides. We'll be hurting for water if it don't rain."

"Get your barrels ready tonight, then. It looks to be a Hell of a
storm. We'll crew the pumps in the morning."

"Aye," he growled. Beth walked about the ship, giving orders, making
suggestions, making sure that the Crew and Compact of the Jacob's Ladder
were ready to take on whatever the coming storm, mere squall or no,
held in ready for them. She enjoyed this part of the life. The sea held
a tension that crackled about her even before the lightning that was to
come. The men jumped at her orders because they knew she was right. She
had made them comfortable, and some of them remembered the promise she
had made to make them rich. Now the time was coming when they would see
that promise fulfilled.

The rigging creaked as the men secured the sails with stormstrong
lashing, tied down the lines, cleared the deck of anything they couldn't
afford to lose, stowing tools and lines, and battened down the hatches.

And then they waited.

Renny took over from Stede and plotted a path at an angle away from
the storm. It would take them toward land further north than Beth had
originally plotted, but there was no helping it. Dinner was eaten in grim
silence. Beth had been fooling herself with the sight of that blackness on
the horizon. However big it was, something that size was always a killer.

At first, it was just the rain, beating on the one sail left unfurled,
the patter of it against the ship's deck. Then the wind, a soft wind that
grew grew like a hunger in the belly grows, at first almost pleasant,
a reminder of meals past eaten, but then the hunger grows, as the storm's
hunger grew, until one is truly suffering. Night fell about them, and
lanterns were lit. The men hauled shut every hatch and posted a sentry
at every one, each with a rope about his ankle, the other end fixed to
a beam, lest he should be swept away. Each man had a knife to cut the
rope as well, although a storm great enough to drown a man below the
hatches was a storm no man would survive.

Waves battered the Ladder as Renny, still on deck, lashed to the wheel,
fought to keep her pointed into the storm. "Bart!" Beth ordered.

"Aye!" he replied, knowing exactly what she meant. Bart leaped for a
hatch, taking a line with him. The hatch closed behind him as one of
the other men jumped to secure it.

Jacob came back from his cabin. "The womenfolk will care for one another,"
he said. "I wanted to come back and see if there was anything I could do."

Beth's crew, small as it was, looked at him. "This is what it means,"
said Dismas, the blackest man Jacob had ever met, and one who sometimes
spoke in riddles. "You sit with the rats and you wait. You can no see,
you can just hear the ocean. It wants to kill you. Always it wants to
kill you. Now is angry enough to try."

Beth nodded. "We wait. We hope Bart and Renny make it through the night
alive. We hope the storm isn't as bad as it" A powerful surge forced
the ship upwards and every man held onto something to keep from being
swept to the stern. Timbers creaked. A loud crack rolled through the
ship. "Captain! We've lost the top of the mizzen!" a voice shouted.

"Nothing we can do 'til morning!" she shouted back. "Hold tight, men!"

Hold they did. Hold until dawn.


Somehow, the ship made it. The storm had been ugly, but it had not
been a monster hurricane. The rear mast had been showing signs of rot,
so Beth wasn't that surprised to see it go. She stood on the deck as the
men swarmed over it. Bart and Renny had been sent downstairs and Seaburr
assured her that both men had done their tasks without harm. "Next time,"
Renny had told her after the storm had passed, "You take the wheel."

"It's a deal," she told the short man with the charming voice. "Where
are we?" she asked Jacob.

"Closer to the Spanish main than we really want to be. We wanted to be
much further south."

"Beeline for the Amazon," she shouted up onto the wheeldeck. A whirr of
sheeting and a loud thud accompanied the sounds of the mizzen topsail
being dropped. After the mast had broken it had hung there, bound and
useless, through the night.

"Let's hope we don't encounter anyone on the way," she muttered to
her brother. "We've got no place to hang the spanker, and that's one
sail you want if you're to outmaneuver an enemy. We can fix it on the
way back, but with five hundred tons in the hold we'll be in a similar
fix, wallowing. Father overbuilt this ship because it had to be both
a privateer and a cargo vessel from inside Brasilia all the way to
England. But it can't do both at the same time. That's its weakness."

"Father put the family fortune into this ship," Jacob said, "Because he
knew a larger one could well come from it. I'm sorry he had to die to
have it happen."


They made for Brasilia and headed southwards. Soon, with the help
of a crossstick, Beth announced that they were at the right latitude.
Jessica proved to have the best eyes on the whole ship, and soon she was
standing on the forecastle, watching through the glass for the sighting
of the two stones that would indicate the path to the mine.

"How are you feeling?" Beth asked as she walked up. She handed Jessica
a leathern tankard filled with water.

"Better, thank you," Jessica said.

They sat in silence as Jessica leaned on the rails, watching the coast
sail by slowly. "Will I ever stop being a pirate, now that I've become
one?"

"Of course you shall," Beth replied. "If it's what you want. This will
just be a small time of your life, Jessica."

"That's not what I mean, Beth. I mean, do I want to stop being a pirate?"

"Oh." Beth sat. "I've been thinking the same thing myself. One can get
used to anything so long as it means staying alive. That's what I've
learned over the years. Staying alive meant being a pirate. So that's
what I've become. Few people are really meant to become a pirate. Look
at these men. They never wanted to be pirates. They just wanted to be
boys, once upon a time. Their mums wouldn't let that happen, so they
became bandits, then pressed into naval men, and finally they became
pirates. It's an accident. A joke of the Lord's, I would imagine."

Jessica said nothing. She took up the glass and peered across the
water to shore, looking for the signs as they appeared on the chart.
Beth watched her, enticed by the stretch of her pretty neck, the long
line that led up to her rounded chin and full lips. It was hard for her
not to notice these things in Jessica.

It had taken her days to sort it out. Jessica's immediate infatuation with
her when they had met at the Coke estate had alarmed her, but Beth had
found, contrary to her own wishes, she could not stop thinking of Jessica
in anything but terms of love. She stretched out one finger to touch that
neck, to trace that soft line of white flesh down into Jessica's shirt,
down to her lovely white breasts and the nipples that Jessica so loved
to have touched. "Beth," she whispered. "Not in the open like this!"

Beth pulled her hand back, only to replace it with her lips at Jessica's
ear. "Even if this ship is small, Jessica, I imagine that we are too
far away when you are below and I am on deck."

Jessica turned to look at her. "Thinking of you makes my knees weak,
Beth. And if you want me to find this mine of yours, let my knees
be strong."

Beth laughed, and Jessica laughed just as readily. "I will leave you
to your searching," Beth said, getting up. Even as she turned her back,
Jessica said "There!"

"What?"

"There! The stone with the nose! I see it!" She grabbed the glass and
peered through it. "Yes, there it is! And the river! Not large enough
for the Jacob, but it will take the ship's boat."

Beth ran back up to the forecastle. "Show me!"

Jessica handed her the glass and Beth peered through it. She had seen
the chart every day for two weeks now and she knew what it said without
consulting it. Jessica was right; she had found the very place. "The mine
is just a few leagues inland," she breathed. "We'll take the ship's boat
and go get the gold."

The men were efficient enough in launching the boat, and soon they
were rowing up the river. It was a slow, meandering thing, and it took
little effort to counter the flow. All around them, the jungle seemed
to close in. The screeches of colorful birds assailed them from every
angle and, as if that weren't enough, once they heard the roar of some
great animal. "They say there are dragons in these woods," Dismas intoned
gravely. "I would not like to meet one."

"Then keep to your oars," Beth said with a grin. "Soon, we'll have more
riches than you can imagine."

They rowed continuously for two hours, stopping only twice for water.
Beth tapped Dismas on the shoulder. "There! There! To the shore, men!"


Jacob waited anxiously on the deck. "They have been gone for five
hours!" he protested.

"These things, they take time," Seaburr assured him. "You just wait."

Jacob paced the windward stretch of the deck, taking up Beth's priveleged
position, the captain's pace, but nobody argued with him. "Husband,
you will wear a tread."

He looked up. Elaine had come up. "Here. Have some of this. The locals
call it coffee. It is strong, bitter, and it has the most invigorating
effect. You will enjoy it."

He took the offered cup and tasted. It was truly bitter, but even
as he sipped it his shoulders lighted and his mind seemed to become
clearer. "Good God!" he said. "This is better than the blackest tea I've
ever seen come from India."

"Is it not delightful, despite the taste?" she said, giving him that
soft smile that made any man who looked upon her want to melt into
the ground. Any usual man. The pirates seemed to be more afraid of her
than desirous. At her urging, he had long ago ceased to imagine that
the instant flood of warmth and of pressure that he felt in his sex
at her presence was an affront to her purity. She was so beautiful as
to be beyond such pettiness. That she adored him was a gift he never
forgot. "Look. Here comes your sister now."

He turned to see Beth and the four men with her rowing hard, their
boat laden down with a tarpaulin thrown over their cargo. "Come see!"
she shouted as they reached the Ladder. She threw aside the tarpaulin
and there, underneath, lay bars of gold, as many as the boat could
carry. "There is more there than we could take in the Ladder on one
voyage! Come! We must hurry to fill the hold."


Work proceeded through that day and well into the night before Beth
decided that her crew needed its rest. The hold wouldn't even be full
before she decided that the weight of the gold would limit how much they
could carry; the last thing she wanted to do was founder, not when the
stakes were so high. Each bar was pressed with the stamp of the King
of England; her father had earned the right to wield the stamp, and it
pleased her to see such an example of his handiwork.

They had found the gold stockpiled in a natural cave, just as depicted
on the chart, at the end of which was a shaft leading downwards. Scars
on the landscape around the cave had indicated a great fire, and here and
there the equipment with which the mine had operated had been found. She
had been astounded at just how large the operation had been. Where had
the men gone? Who had they been? She didn't know, and she was ashamed
to admit it. She wanted to reward them for the incredible work they had
done. Now she was here to pick up the pieces and go on. There had been
more of it than she could have imagined. One hundred fifty TONS of gold;
they could, at most, carry twentyfive tons on board. She would never
have imagined having that much gold.

For each trip: to the Harcourt estate, eight tons; to her men, another
seven tons. She pondered, briefly, what a man would do with a thousand
pounds of solid gold. She decided it did not matter. It saddened her
to think that with such riches these men would soon be the targets of
every other pirate about them. She supposed that their best bet was to
take the Jacob back to England and try to settle down there. But how
could a man like Dismas settle down? And Caflice, with his tattoos,
would never find a peaceful corner of the Earth to call his own.

She collapsed onto her bed, exhausted. She had put her back into moving
the gold along with every other man on board the ship, and she had paid
for that effort with soreness in every joint of her body. How she wished
for Amalynn's strong hands. A moment of guilt crossed her as she thought
about Amalynn's sweet body. She was an invert, yes, but did she have
to be a dishonest one as well? She adored Jessica, there was no doubt
about that. Maybe all she craved was the kind of relaxation Jessica had
no skill in giving.

Jessica, her timing terrible, chose that moment to enter. "Beth?"

"I am here, Jessica. I'm resting."

"Yes. I saw you and the men killing yourselves to load the gold. Is it
really as much as you say it is?"

"Possibly more," Beth said. "Oh, I never thought money should bring
such pain, neither here," she said, indicating her back, "nor here,"
and she touched her head.

"I understand both. You have much to do. Leave it to your brother. I
heard him discussing this with his wife. Together, they seem to understand
what is at stake with the finances."

Beth nodded. A pattering sound arose outside. "The rain I felt this
morning, it's begun," she observed, softly.

"It won't be a storm, will it?" Jessica asked.

"No, not likely. We didn't see one coming on the evening air, and
nighttime storms are rare down this way. It's just a squall. It will
rain for a while, then stop, and then a harder rain will begin. We'll
use this time to collect rainwater into the barrels. The men will be
happy to have fresh water again. That river is clean enough, but it's
muddy to drink." She got up out of bed. "And I am going to use this
opportunity to scrape some of the dirt off of my body."

"Beth?"

"I have gotten used to being clean, Jessica. Care to join me?"

"I... I will at least watch." She followed Beth up onto the upper
deck. The rain was coming down only moderately, but she took refuge
under the overhang that covered the galley and protected its coals.
She watched with her own earnest interest as Beth stripped down and
tossed aside her wet clothes. In the dim light of moon, which was still
visible on the horizon, Beth's body shined with a light that must have
seemed magical, perhaps even unholy. She let the rain run over her body
as she scrubbed and scoured her flesh, removing every trace of the dirt
and sweat that was a daily part of her life. Jessica watched as Beth
stepped out under a loose sail that caught the rain and guided it down
to the deck in torrents.

Jessica decided to join her. She dropped her own clothing and joined
Beth. "Wash me?" she said.

Beth grinned and, with a cloth only slightly cleaner than she, began to
scrub Jessica's willing body. She loved Jessica's breasts, large, soft,
and willing as they were, with nipples that stood up at the slightest
provocation. "I wish I had some soap," she sighed.

"We'll buy a ton when we get to England!" Jessica giggled. "We'll never
be this filthy again!"

Beth grinned as she knelt down at Jessica's feet and performed her
ablutions on Jessica's legs, thighs, and sex. She was careful to wash
both front and backsides, and then up Jessica's back. She kneaded
Jessica's hair to get as much water into it as possible, squeezing the
water through the strands in the unlikely hope of getting the hair to
behave as it should for a lady of England.

They were gathering up their clothing and hanging it up to dry, if the
rain ever stopped before morning, when she heard a voice say, "What in
the name of God are you two doing?"

"Washing, Jacob," Beth giggled. "You might give it a try." She took
Jessica's hand and the two of them fled, laughing, into their cabin.
Beth handed Jessica a cloth suitable for drying, and the two of them
went at one another with all the enthusiasm girls reserve for each
others' company.

Beth found herself up against Jessica's naked body once again. "We are
clean again, and together, and naked," she breathed. "By God, I want
you, Jessica."

"And I have been waiting long for you, Beth." Their mouths met in an
ardent kiss, their tongues touching with a new familiarity. The taste
of rum was on each and neither cared. Beth's face warmed with the touch
of Jessica's cheeks; both women sighed as if the whole world had been
made for them to experience this one moment. Beth's hands eased down
Jessica's back until they brushed the first curves of her buttocks.

Jessica leaned against Beth as the piratess's fingers slipped down
between the taller woman's cheeks and probed and touched in intimate
places where no one, man or woman, had ever gone. The touch was new to
her and she wouldn't have allowed it under any other circumstances.
But now she trusted Beth, and decided that if Beth wanted to explore
her body so completely she would let her.

Beth slowly knelt again, pressing her face to the soft flesh of Jessica's
sweet breasts and belly before she sank completely to her knees, her mouth
level with the thatch of black fur that covered Jessica's pudenda. She
adored the color of it, like a night without a moon. She thrust her face
against Jessica so hard that the other woman cried out in surprise and
grabbed the table behind her for balance. Beth dug her tongue between
the moist lips of Jessica's sex, taking in a headful of her scent, her
soul burning as Jessica's thighs quivered against her cheeks. Her hands
held her to Jessica as she licked at her sex, coaxing the sweet fluid
from her opening, stroking without mercy at Jessica's already inflamed
pearl of pleasure.

Jessica made little "Unh, unh, unh!" sounds as Beth tossed her head
wildly back and forth, her tongue a sea of pleasure against Jessica's
sex. Jessica had longed for this kind of attention from Beth for weeks;
they had not had much chance aboard the ship, not without bathing,
not with the attention that a ship of this size took out of Beth every
night. Jessica grew wetter under Beth's attentions.

Beth slid two fingers into Jessica's sex and pressed upwards, finding that
little spot that Amalynn had taught her about so long ago. It worked. With
a shriek of pleasure Jessica climaxed, her body trembling as the force
of their lovemaking soared through her. "Oh, Beth!" she moaned. "Beth,
Beth, Beth!"

Beth stood up. She waited for Jessica to open her eyes, and as the other
women did so she kissed her on the lips. "You liked that?"

"I love you," Jessica said, kissing Beth just as hard.

"And I love you," Beth sighed, finally mouthing the words that had been
in her heart for days now. "We must rise with the sun, if not before,"
Beth murmured.

"Don't you want that..."

"Later," Beth said. "There will always be time for more."


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