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Chapter Twenty-six: Reciprocate
�[So I says, �Bitch, thems me
buttons and ye know thems me buttons.
See here, I gots three to a set!
Now hand o�er!� And get this! Ye know what that quinny slag said to
me? �Do�n see yer name on �em!� Can ye imagine? Do�n see yer name on �em?!
Like that dumb wretch could even read a slit, much less me name. Anyway, so I makes a snatch for her hair and
start pullin� and yankin� on them greasy, nasty curls o� hers till she screams
bloody murder. Minds ye, I was alive
back then and ifen the situation call�d for it, I could scratch and bite akin
to any hellcat. Course thems were
different times back then�]�
Kristy
babbled cheerfully in the orange glow of the setting sun. Blessedly, the oppressive heat of the
afternoon was cooling into a refreshing evening with a fine strong breeze. Not that Kristy was particularly bothered by
temperature or weather. What was
bothering her now was all consuming boredom!
The heat had been so smothering that day that what little energy the
resident pirates had was spent lounging about, trying to cool down. There was no mischief for Kristy to spy on,
no romps, no gambling, no fights, nothing of interest! Only bored, sweaty men, reclining in shadow,
half-naked and brawny�okay, so there were some advantages. Still, the novelty of partially clad pirates
was wearing thin with all the inactivity.
Which is what brought Kristy to where she was presently.
With how
busy Maren had been lately (Kristy snickered imaging what that [busy]
would entail), Kristy was forced to find sparse companionship with the only
other �entity� that was semi-aware of her existence, the Black Pearl. �[Reduced to talkin� to an oversiz�d
wooden tub, how pathetic]�, she had thought to herself, but that didn�t
stop her from prattling on to a boat that might or might not even be capable of
listening.
The ghost
was sitting upon the railing at the very bow of the ship, perched right above
the eerie figurehead of the Black Pearl and gabbing to it nonstop. In fact, she hadn�t stopped talking for a
solid hour and had she still been living, would�ve have passed out by now for
sheer lack of breath! But being dead,
she gibbered ever onward, recklessly reciting old anecdotes, clich� adages, and
risqu� narratives.
Now it
could�ve been her under stimulated imagination, but she fancied she could feel
the Black Pearl [noticing] her every once in a while, just barely. Course it had been a very long, very boring
day�
Whatever
the case, she continued to gossip.
�[Well,
Good-tooth Tim start�d hustlin� in on us gels at West Bend- er, did I mention
we call�d him �Good-tooth� causin� he only had the one? Aye?
So then, Tim be steppin� in, tryin� to turn pimp on us. Ha!
Liken that wee weasel was man �nough to put the pressure on. I�d put mo�e stock on me own balls, then his
any day. �Sides, pimps be the worst
thin� for a whore, really. Ye do alls
the fuckin� and some limp pecker gets all the money? I-think-not! Which �minds
me o� time I had a customer that could only get his wank up, ifen I scold�d him
for not washin� his hands. Ain�t that a
laugh? Apparently had this unrequit�d
boyhood lust for his governess as I recall�]�

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�I do�n see
why we ca�n go straight to La Cabra Robada,� Maren said as she peered over
Jack�s shoulders at the maps and charts spread out before him. Her fingers flitted over their destination
and traced their course from Carcelero to Cabra, �What�s so important bouts
Carcelero that we have to sail so far out o� our way?�
�Information,�
the captain scratched some numbers into the ship�s log, batting Maren�s braid
from his line of vision.
Flinging her hair over her shoulder and out
of the way, Maren leaned even closer to Jack�s ear and murmured, �Could ye be
mo�e specific?�
�Could ye
be mo�e distractin�?� his eyes flickered towards her.
�Mayhap I
could manage. How bouts I toss me skirt
o�er me head and dance a jig?�
That warm
chuckle sent shivers down her skin, while he tossed down his quill in defeat
and opened his arms to her. �Come here,
sweet dove,� Jack tugged her into his lap, causing Maren to squeak and blush as
he cradled her, �Time ye receiv�d a lesson in a bit of tactical naval
strategy.�
�Tactical
naval strategy? Sounds suspiciously
like to [piracy] to me,� quipping, Maren tried to ignore Jack�s hands leisurely
petting her body. She�d learned to
accept his habit for constant fondling.
After all, Jack liked to touch her so much and it was almost as if he
couldn�t help himself; some men fidgeted, Jack groped.
�Rose by
any other name,� slurred Jack, tapping absently at the map, �We travel to
Carcelero for two very important reasons.
First, Gibbs knows a man there, a very important man with [very]
important information. He�s a retir�d
Spanish gunner, does some piss work now and then for the navy, so he�s privy to
certain tactics the Spanish fleet is inclin�d to use durin� states of
emergency. Now this sort o� information
wo�n come cheaply, minds ye, but it�s worth ten times whatever I pay for it.�
�But why
would the Spanish fleet be in a state o� emergency?�
�Well
they�re not [yet],� falsely modest, Jack scratched at his throat, �but
they will be when the Black Pearl�s sight�d makin� harbor down the bay and
especially when one Cap�n Jack Sparrow is spott�d traipsing �long main street
as natural as ye please,� here he playfully traced Maren�s generous cleavage
line with his pinkie, �-with some blonde siren hangin� upon his arm. Which brings us to reason two, the Pearl and
I have got to be [seen] in Carcelero.
The Spaniards need to [know] I�m there.�
A brown
eyebrow arched as Maren studied the smug smirk on Jack Sparrow�s face, �Aye,
that might stir up them Spaniards, seein� how �twas ye that sack�d Carcelero
all those years �go.�
Jack
grinned with gold and ivory teeth and seemed immeasurably pleased with himself,
�Twelve years precisely. Ye heard �bout
that then, eh?�
�Aye, I
heard �bout that. Christ, [everyone�s]
heard �bout that. That�s the stuff
legend be made o�,� she flirted coyly and pretended to speak in dramatic awe,
gripping at his thighs, �The dread�d black-sail�d ship and her dark Cap�n
Sparrow, who utterly annihilat�d the stronghold o� Carcelero, so much so, that
neither the fort nor the prison could be repair�d. Then, pillaged and robb�d the trades port blind. And if rumor is to be believ�d, left many a
senorita without her heart o� her maidenhood.�
�Ye forgot
to mention how the Spanish stronghold on the southern trade routes virtually
collaps�d without the Carcelero fleet to play watchdog. All sorts o� riff raff ran through, as
brazen as brass. Piracy positively
flourish�d,� he twiddled his fingers in her face, forcing Maren to look
cross-eyed, �It took five years to
secure a Spanish monopoly in the south �gain and it all be thanks to yers
truly. I take a wee bit o� pride in
that fact.� Jack shined his fingernails
on his jacket, �That�s why they mov�d the fort to La Cabra Robada. Prime location, geographically sound,
brilliantly fortifi�d with superb armaments.
An impenetrable citadel, only a crazy fool would attempt an attack on
Cabra. And I might be crazy, Maren, but
I�ve ne�er been a fool.�
�So,� Maren
smiled, while she figured out his scheme, �Ye�ll not fight them. Ye�ll [distract] them and slip in while
they�re huntin� ye.�
�Aye,�
beamed Jack, ��Sides there�s no reason to directly confront the fort,
anyway. We only needs to sneak under
their surveillance and sneak back out, none the wiser and whatnot.� He moved to bring her hand up to his mouth
for some playful nibbling, but at second glance abruptly halted his
movement. Upon Maren�s white hand, he
saw nasty red nicks and purple bruises that covered her knuckles, �What the
devil happen�d here?� He gestured to
the welted marks.
�What ye
mean, �what the devil�?!� Maren snapped her hand back and cradled her abused
fingers to her chest, �[Ye�re] the one that did it.�
�I did
not,� he grabbed for her hand again, examining the swell of her knuckles.
�Did to,�
again, she snatched her sore hand from his grasp.
�How�d this
happen then?�
�One word,
Jack,� crossing her arms, Maren replied vehemently, �[fencin�].�
�Did not-,�
the pirate broke off in the middle of his denial, realization lighting his
features, �O-oh, yeah. Well�aye,
sometimes beginners get what we call �novice hands�, a bit o� swellin� and
bleedin�-.�
�A [bit]?!�
�No worries, luv, give it a few
weeks to build calluses where ye should �quire them and ye wo�n be bother�d
anymore,� flourishing his hands for her inspection, Jack showed off his own
worn palms with pride.
�I do�n wanna give it a �few weeks�, Jack,� Maren
whined in such a way that even Jack found it unattractive, �Do�n even wanna
give it one more bloomin� hour! It
hurts, Cap�n, and I be absolutely awful at it!
I want to quit.�
�Come on, for someone who just
start�d swordplay ye�re doin� just fine, really-.�
�Liar! Ye�re bein� nice.�
��yes, I am,� sighing in defeat,
Jack shook his head. Maren [really]
was a terrible fencer, even for a novice.
Throughout the years, if there was one thing Jack understood about
swordplay it was this, some people have [it] and others don�t. Unfortunately, Maren was one of those
�others�. �Look-see here,
sweetheart. I�m not promisin� ye�ll one
day miraculously transform into some master swordsman- er, swordswoman,
whatever. I won�t even pretend to make
ye a halfway [decent] fencer.
All I can I swear is perhaps, perchance, and just maybe ye can manage to
become somewhat [competent] �nough to cease to be a hazard to yer own
safety. How�s that sound?� Jack smiled blankly at her.
Maren stared blankly back.
Outside, the sun was whispering a
final adieu to the evening sky as she sank lazily below the horizon.
Maren face remained a careful study
in comic void, �Yer cup doth overflow with confidence.�
�Has anyone ever told ye, ye�re
very poetic when ye�re sarcastic?� there was a mischievous glint to his smirk
as he reached into his coat pocket, �I have a littl� somethin� that might
assuage the sting from yer hands and the viper venom in yer attitude.�
�No thanks, ye lush,� Maren
snorted, presuming he was searching for his flask, �I not be thirsty.�
�But,� from the depths of his
pockets, Jack slowly procured a familiar, velvet bag, �are ye hungry?�
�Chocolates!� immediately, the
medium�s arms were outstretched and grabbing, but Jack held the precious sack
away from her.
�Ah, ah, ah,� waggling his
ruby-studded finger, Jack held Maren at bay.
The dark sparkle in his eyes reflecting sheer carnality, he spoke to her
in a smoky purr, �say, �please�.�
�Please.�
�[Pretty] please.�
�Pretty please.�
�Beg me-.�
�For Christ�s sake, Jack.�
�-like ye did last night.�
Her blue eyes narrowed and her
cheeks puffed while she literally swallowed back her witty retort. For a moment, her glare wavered from Jack�s
wide-eyed, seemingly innocent face to the chocolates and returned again. �Jaa-aack,� she faltered but a moment,
before cooing sweetly in his ear, allowing her white palm to slither under his
linen shirt, petting him, �Have mercy on me, [please] Cap�n? For luv o� pity?�
�Mercy? Pity?� Jack bantered, �Why Cap�n Jack Sparrow can�t even fathom
the meanings o� those words, nor why you should expect somethin� so alien from
him. However, I be well �wares o� the
concept of �generosity� and am feelin� insatiably [generous]
tonight.� With a calculated flourish in
and out of the little bag, the pirate produced one chocolate between his index
and middle fingers and offered it to Maren�s lips.
The barest hint of hesitation
flitted across her expression, only to be swallowed by an impish
determination. She darted forward,
snatching the treat between her teeth and wrapping her wet lips around the very
tip of Jack�s fingers. There was a
flirtatious few seconds in which she held his fingers in her mouth, then
released him to chew the chocolate with sinful relish.
Not one word from Jack, only the
slightest twitch to his moustache and cross to his brow. He quickly snaked out another chocolate and
pointedly reclined in his chair, allowing his arm to crawl around Maren�s
shoulders and pull her lower with him.
Yet, he made no move to offer the candy to Maren, so she took the
initiative. Slowly (in what she hoped
appeared to be a sensuous manner), the medium reached for Jack�s hand and
tugged on his wrist, delivering both hand and candy to her mouth. Feeling daring and brazen, she bit the
chocolate and swallowed, but didn�t release Jack�s hand. Instead, she gazed straight at him as she
unabashedly started to lap the melted chocolate from his fingers. Her red tongue caressed and teased the rough
pads of his fingers and she giggled in a most deliciously enticing way.
Jack gulped (though he would deny
it later), but seemed to rally his wits soon enough. After all, opportunity was knocking fortuitously at his door and
who was he to waste an opportune moment?
Still wordless, Jack slid his
fingers passed Maren�s mauve lips, over her white teeth, and into the decadent
cavern of her mouth. Swiping his digits
further down, he toyed with her slick tongue, his stare noticeably darker. She gasped a bit, looking to him, uncertain
where he intended this to lead. The
pupils in Jack�s eyes were dark and dilated, brimming with lustful
restraint. �Me dear Maren,� Jack
whispered quietly against her forehead and it was truly wondrous what this man
could accomplish with a mere raspy hum from his devilish voice, sending Maren
into nervous shivers, �Are ye familiar with the term �reciprocate�?� Wicked didn�t even begin to describe the
twisted lilt in Jack�s words as he gradually pulled and pushed his two fingers
in and out of Maren�s mouth.
The indication of this action was
blatant, even to Maren. Her cheeks
practically seared with the heated blood that rushed to her face. Her heart suddenly seemed to stop, only to
hammer against her chest in hyper panic a moment later. Her eyes watched him guardedly, shining
large and blue. But Maren didn�t pull
away, she didn�t spit his searching digits from her lips, and she didn�t shake
her head free. Nor did she refuse him,
or distract him with other means of pleasure.
Instead, she surprised the hell out of herself by gently sucking at
Jack�s fingers, an open invitation if there ever was one.
Jack�s breath caught in his throat.
�Yo Cap�n!� a most ill-timed and
obnoxious knocking thudded against the door and both pirate and medium swung
their eyes to it, glaring.
�Go �way!� growled Jack.
It was Gibbs and apparently he
wasn�t going to be easily dismissed. �It�s half-past six bells and Anamaria�s
startin� to bitch. She wonderin� when
ye�re comin� to relieve her, sir,� he called through the door.
�Well tell the
oh-so-noble-boatswain,� the Captain bellowed, his temper sparking, �that she
has a long while to bitch still. She�s
on helm for the night and that snippy mantis knows it! Now.Bugger.Off!�
A brief moment of silence, in which
they both thought they had won and Gibbs had retreated, was disappointedly
interrupted by the first mate clearing his throat rather nervously, �Er, the
thin� is, Jack, it be [Thursday] today and [ye] are on helm
tonight.�
�Are ye daft, man? It�s bloody Wednesday!� shouting, Jack
finally removed his wet fingers from Maren�s mouth, so he could count out
stubbornly. �Why just yesterday was
Tues-�er, wait a minute,� he mumbled out to himself, arms prancing as he
remembered, �Two days o� turtle soup�Sunday we pass�d that reef�Monday we cak�d
the tar over starboard side�so that would make today�[shit]!� Maren jumped when Jack abruptly swiped his
paperwork and the ship�s log, all misdated, off the table in juvenile
frustration. The papers and book
fluttered and clunked onto the floor.
�It [is] Thursday!� he crinkled his face in disappoint and shot a
slightly bemused expression down at Maren, �Well, I�ll be damn�d, ye made me
forget what day �tis.�
Sighing like a martyr, Jack
begrudgingly released Maren and stood up.
�My most heartfelt apologies, littl� barmaid,� he gripped her chin,
while he pecked a quick kiss upon her forehead. He tucked his hat over his head and straightened out his
jacket. �We [will] finish this,�
waggling a finger at her, Jack swaggered out and called over his shoulder as
the door closed, �Sleep here tonight and get some rest. God knows ye�ll need it when I return.� Then he was gone.
A breath of eerie silence filled
the empty room.
Stupidly, Maren stared at the shut
door in denial. �Uh?� she humphed. Well this was hardly fair! Maren had actually intended too�had her mind
set to try�had seriously decided to�do�[that]�and what happens?! Jack left her! He wasn�t supposed to leave her!
He was [supposed] to be thanking her, praising her, shamelessly
begging on his knees like he had always reduced her to. At least that�s how Maren had always
imagined it would happen when she finally consented to- er, [reciprocate]
Jack�s previous ministrations. But
no! He was stuck at the helm and she in
his bunk, all because Jack couldn�t keep the bleeding date straight-!
�[What the fuck is that pisser
doin� topside?]� Kristy floated through the door, brows crossed and thumb
pointed behind her, �[Reckon�d ye two would be humpin� like bunnies by now.]�
�Kristy,� a familiar air of
fortitude surrounded Maren as she decided with great resolve, �Tell me
everythin� ye know �bouts fellatio.�
�[Jesus, how longs we got?]�
the dead prostitute snorted, before waving her wraith hands about, �[Never
mind. Go fetch that banana o�er yonder.]�

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This was as
close to paradise as Jack Sparrow ever hoped to be.
A breezy
night, the brightest moon a man could wish for, stars that winked and flirted
down from heaven, and his Black Pearl running smoothly over the dark
waters. Not to mention a pretty, young
gel curled up in his bed, lips still swollen from sucking on his fingers and [waiting]. Yes indeed, life would be hard pressed to
get any better. The ship steadily
rocked to and fro and Jack felt something akin to what God must feel like after
a long day�s work when he caressed the worn rungs of the Black Pearl�s helm,
flexing his arms every now and then to feel the comforting pull of her rudder.
Yep, life
was good-
Out of the
corner of his eye, Jack saw movement and was pleasantly surprised to see Maren
standing and staring at him wordlessly.
She seemed about to say something, but was having a damn difficult time
of it. Instead, her eyelids lowered
demurely and she licked her lips, the moonlight making them glisten. It didn�t take a mad genius to understand
her.
-life just
got a hell of a lot better!
�Hey boys,�
never straying his gaze from Maren, Jack shouted out to the sparse night crew,
his voice hoarse but vibrant, �Looks like a long haul tonight, a brake is
call�d for, I imagine. Go galley ways a
bit, eh? Why not have some coffee, take
a smoke. I�ll handle me Pearl.�
Sporadic
voices and quiet footsteps moved down the rafters and along lower deck as the
crew obeyed:
�Too right.�
�I could go
with a wee bit o� nip to me coffee.�
�Paulie,
can I borrow some tobacco?�
�Ye owe me
two pipes already, ye cheap bastard!�
�Should we
be wakin� Nathan up?�
�Want us to
brings ye back a smug o� coffee, Cap�n?� this was Cupid Thomas� voice, rising
over the general jabbering of the others.
�Sure, but
give me five minutes, ye hear?� Jack�s eyes roamed over Maren from head to toe,
taking in the heaving bust and the silver moon rays that lit her hair, and
corrected haughtily, �On second thought, best make that ten.� Some sort of affirmative was given, but the
actual words were lost below deck, under the clamor of the night crew
disappearing.
The flap of
the breeze was the only sound as Jack and Maren waited alone on deck.
�May I help
ye, miss?� he teased.
She
approached him, her smile soft and cheeks pink. Releasing one hand from the rungs, Jack stepped back and allowed
Maren room to stand between himself and the helm. He watched her with a kohl stare, amused and playful. Small fingers reached out and started
working on the fastening to his trousers.
Her gaze remained nailed to her task at his waist, because she was
certain that if she dared make eye contact with Jack, she�d either lose her
shaky nerve or giggle foolishly like a child.
Neither gave the impression she desired. Maren wanted to be sexual, to feel worldly, to become a carnal
goddess who could claim some sort of power over Jack Sparrow, if such a thing
was even possible.
Not to
mention, she�d always wondered what is was like to give a man head.
Well, it
was time to find out.
�I ne�er
done this �fore,� Maren stated as a disclaimer, while she knelt before him.
�Hold on,
luv,� wiggling out of his over coat, Jack bent over and bunched it up under
Maren�s knees to relieve any discomfort.
So strange the situations in which Jack bothered to be a gentleman! �Now do�n fret none �bout certain
inexperiences on yer part,� he straightened up, securing his grip on the helm
once again, �Cause there�s no way I�m not goin� to savor every glorious,
fuckin� minute o� this.�
The wind picked up and Jack decided
to keep his eyes on the sails and the stars and his navigation, rather then on
Maren; after all, nothing ended a headjob quicker then actually [seeing]
said headjob in progress. And by
Poseidon�s prick, he intended this to last.
He smiled to himself as he felt Maren�s cool hands slip into his
trousers and pull his stiffening flesh out.
There were a few moments of delightful petting, so tender and teasing,
yet not admittedly what Jack was hoping for.
An
appreciative groan fell from his lips, when Maren dared lick tentatively along
him lengthwise. It was a meek lap
really, just a touch to test the waters and apparently after finding the water
warm and welcoming, Maren renewed the exploration with her tongue, growing
bolder with Jack�s coaxing noises.
Oh this was very, [very]
nice indeed! Such bliss, such
contentment! To be the proud captain of
the finest vessel ever to grace its presence on the ocean, to be honored enough
to man its helm on a crystal night, to be alone with such magnificence, what
mortal divinity! But to add to the
splendor, the eager tongue of a beautiful woman on his cock was indescribable! Why in the world hadn�t it ever occurred to
him to combine these two lovely events before?
It was like silver and gold or cookies and milk or rum and�well
pretty-much-anything. Helm and head,
bloody brilliant! What a concept.
Jack shuddered under Maren�s hands
as she traced the vein that lined the underbelly of his shaft with her
lips. Grinning wickedly, she followed
the same path back up again and kissed the head gently. Jack moaned, shutting his eyes. At the tip of his member, a liquid bead had
formed and Maren, obeying pure instinct, lapped it up and Jack pointedly hissed
through his teeth. The taste
was�admittedly [different], not something Maren would be keen to chug a
hot mug of. But yet, there was
something intoxicating about it, something empowering, something darkly
pleasurable; like licking salt and holding your breath while you down tequila,
you endure the taste to feel the incredible burn in your belly. Yes, a man�s seed was like tequila�s fire,
very addicting for reasons beyond sense.
Suddenly, Maren felt confident and
sexy, calm and exceptionally beautiful all at once.
�Jehu-uss Christ!!� Jack shouted
out in shock when Maren literally swallowed him whole. Now, Jack was perfectly aware of the
difficulties that accompanied a man of his generous size (most noticeably when
whores tried to charge him more for his �extra endowments�) and what Maren was
accomplishing was no small task (Jack would�ve laughed at the pun, but the lack
of blood in his brain and the surplus amount in his groin was awfully
distracting). �Fuck-fuck�.Fuck!� all he
could manage were inarticulate curses as Maren started sucking. This was not the shy, reluctant tug of some
green girl, nor the rough, demanding slurp of a streetwalker hurrying to finish
the job. This was the hungry, erotic
suction that only comes when a woman discovers just how much fun oral sex can
really be.
Grasping Jack by his narrow hips,
the medium began bobbing her head. The
wrap of her lips around his girth, while she pushed and pulled over his member,
had Jack�s knees buckling in a matter of seconds. When he was in her, there was the warm, slick demand of her mouth
and throat, and when he was almost out of her, there was the teasing twirl of
her tongue. Then Maren did something
that Jack hadn�t experienced since that Persian prostitute with the piercings;
she sucked back his foreskin with her lips and slid her tongue under to stroke
the sensitive, swollen gland. Jack
barely had enough mind left to slap a hand over his mouth and mute his roaring
scream.
The girl was playing with fire and
if that�s the way she wanted to play, so be it!
With one hand still guiding the
Pearl (which was still amazingly on a precise course), Jack used the other to
grab a handful of Maren�s flaxen hair.
He proceeded to thrust roughly into her mouth, though he was mindful of
the pressure she was putting on his hips, guiding him to a rhythm they could
both enjoy. �Normally�� Jack muttered
out between pants and plunges, �I�d permit a wench�the luxury o��o� decidin�
where she�she�d prefer me to come, however�ye are just [askin�] for it�Gawd! Aren�t ye Maren?� The pleasure was beginning to pulse in Jack�s sex and he ground
out through his teeth, �Understand me gel?�.Do�n ye dare pull off! That�s a�an order! Swallow�what I give ye�.o� so help me, I�ll whip ye meself!� And at that moment, he was so crazed with
lust that he might�ve meant every word of it.
Luckily, Maren seemed equally eager
to accommodate him. The vixen actually
started humming, [humming] over his straining flesh, shooting alto vibrations
straight through his member and into his testicles. Overwhelmed, Jack opened his eyes (which he hadn�t even known
were closed) and gasped down at Maren.
This was his undoing, seeing her in such a depraved position, that
sharp-tongued, short-tempered, stubborn and prideful, little barmaid who had
the nerve to deny his first advances, now kneeling before him with her face
buried in his lap. A violent shudder
enveloped his body, searing every straining nerve with rippling pleasure, and
he abruptly released himself into Maren�s mouth. Admittedly, he did feel like a bit of a knob for doing it, but
that didn�t stop him from keeping his hand at the base of her neck and holding
her head in place. Transfixed, Jack
watched the bobbing of Maren�s white throat as she obeyed his wishes, which
only made Jack shiver and pulse more within her.
Finally, being completely spent and
contentedly exhausted, Jack released his hold on Maren�s hair. His now flaccid penis fell from her lips and
she dutifully tucked him back into his trousers, fastening the laces with a
smug smile on her face. Her jaw ached
and she popped it a few times before it eased up. �How�d I do?� she bit her lip, giggling up at him.
Admittedly, it wasn�t the very [best]
headjob Jack had ever received, that specific title still belonged to a
middle-aged nun in the Alps. Even
though Maren showed an uncanny talent and unnatural ability for a first timer
(a fact Jack would�ve found hard to believe if he hadn�t known virginal Maren),
there were still certain skills that required honing and refining. However, this particular headjob had the
most [potential] that Jack had ever experienced and there was a lot to be said
for a woman with [potential]. Why if
Jack�s mother was to ever get a hold of her, that madam could train Maren into
the most notorious courtesan in all of Europe in under a year flat!
Luckily, this wasn�t his mother�s
brothel; this was the Black Pearl- his domain and Maren�s sexual development
belonged to him alone.
�Wonderful,� he whispered
breathlessly, helping Maren up and petting her pretty cheek with the back of
his hand, �But how did-?�
�Kristy,� her eyes closed, she
leaned into his touch and said as explanation, �taught me everythin� she
knows.�
�God bless that slutty ghost,�
still panting, he chuckled and swiped the sweat from his forehead, �Did ye
enjoy yerself?�
All at once, Maren felt very shy
again, as if ashamed to admit just how much delight she had taken from pleasing
Jack. So she mutely nodded, her blush
reddening.
He laughed at this and took her by
the hands, turning her about and placing them around the wooden rungs, �Come
�ere, Miss Attle. Tonight, ye�re at
helm.�
�Ye�re gonna teach me how to steer
the Black Pearl?� asked Maren, flattered and amazed. She stared out over the empty deck, the flapping sails, and the
dark ocean beyond that.
�No choice,� Jack said, wrapping
his arms around Maren�s waist and leaning his head against her shoulder in
defeated exhaustion, �Cause when I pass-out-cold here on deck from that
mind-blowin� suck ye just bestow�d upon me lucky person, someone�s goin� to
have to steer o� we�ll sink. Just do�n
let me choke on me own tongue, savvy?�
Maren laughed.

[I�ve plotted the rest of the story, it should go to about
Chapter 50 (yikes, I know that�s long)]
Years of Cheers
Thanks a Lot,
Citadel
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