by Powerone
The First Mate was surprised by her touch. She was enthralled with his organ, her eyes glued to it as her fingers danced all over the shaft and head. He saw her smile, as if she was proud that she could extract his fluid from his weapon, sure that she would really be pleased when he finally came, wondering if she would be able to handle his abundant supply. “You stroke my tool as if you have been doing it all your life.” He meant it as a compliment, but he could see from her expression that she took it as an insult.
"How dare you tarnish my reputation?” She grew indignant, pulling her hand away from his tool.
"I meant you no disrespect M'Lady. Some girls have a natural talent like you do, able to instinctively know what pleases a man. It was a compliment.” He didn't want to lose her enthusiasm, hoping to get more out of this than she bargained for.
She felt better by his explanation, her hands returning, the First Mate pulling down his trousers and shorts to lay almost naked before her. She saw the large muscles on his thighs, the heavy ball sack hanging down, the crinkled hairs on them exactly like those on the dildo. Were they really his hairs? She licked her lips almost absently. She brushed her fingers over the course hairs on his balls, her fingertip tracing over the wrinkled sack. Her hand cupped the twin balls, squeezing tighter and tighter, her eyes glued to the First Mates face, watching his lips curl into a soft moan. Her other hand reached for the throbbing member, her fingers curling and tightening around the thick shaft. She began to stroke his member, running her fingers up and down the shaft, tightening them as they passed over the crown, her hand holding his balls as she masturbated the First Mate. Masturbate him. It sounded so crude, but at the same time it excited her that her fingers could bring so much joy to his face.
The First Mate stared at her naked breasts, the pendulous titties bouncing sexily as she stroked his manhood. Her nipples were thick, his hands wanting so bad to touch them, to stroke them until she begged for him to suck on the swollen nubs. But he fought the urge, wanting to get M'Lady beyond the point where she would stop him, his manhood jerking with each soft stroke of her hand.
Her hand was plunging up and down his swollen member, her fingers wet with his juices, smiling, proud that her hand was so accomplished. Each time she squeezed his sperm laden ball sack, the throbbing member would shoot out a drop of the sticky, hot fluid on her fingers. She pressed her thighs together tightly, wishing that she could rub her own virgin cleft, her undergarments wet with the desires that welled in her body. She felt his hands on her naked shoulders, Jenna doing nothing to stop him, her hand gliding up and down his manhood. He was pulling her closer to him, Jenna not sure what he was going to do, but her mind refused to stop him.
He pulled her down until the tips of her luscious breasts stroked across his hot shaft, her hand gliding up and down with ease along the slippery shaft. She didn't fight him, pushing her down until he felt her pear shaped titties engulf his swollen prick in between the hot flesh. His hands moved down until he grasped the sides of the perfect titties, pressing them in until he felt his member cushioned by the hot flesh of her titties. She moved her hands away from his shaft, but her other hand continued to gently squeeze his balls, the sperm laden sack hot and heavy, aching from the desire to cum. His hips began to move, sliding his elongated prick up and down between her white pillows of flesh. He was ready to cum.
Her head was pressed so close to his throbbing member that Jenna was afraid that he would thrust his organ into her virgin mouth. She would have to protest that, though her heart would not be in it, wishing she could rush back to her room and take the thick dildo and put it in her mouth. She licked her lips, almost able to taste the hot, stick fluids that were awash on her fingers. His hands reached for her naked titties, crushing them, his hips shooting up to put his hard tool between the firm pillows of flesh, the hot organ almost burning as his hips began to push his organ between her breasts. God, her nipples throbbed as they rubbed on his organ, sliding up and down the thick shaft. She looked down, seeing the almost purple head of his throbbing member stick out between her white breasts, the head of it glistening with his juices, Jenna feeling the hot, sticky fluid between her breasts. She could feel his organ sliding up and down her slick cleavage, her naked titties pressed to caress his member in her soft flesh.
The First Mate could feel her hot breath on his throbbing organ, the delicious feeling as her pendulous titties cushioned his rutting organ. He was ready to cum, her hand insistent as it cradled his swollen balls. His hips shot up, his head thrown back as he bellowed, the orgasm racing through his body. His ass cheeks tightened, his sphincter shut tight, the cum racing from his balls to the head of his thick member. He saw her startled look as he spewed his seed all over her heaving bosom, his hips still driving his organ up and down her drenched and slick breasts. He shot again, spraying her neck as her gaze was transfixed on his spewing prick.
She couldn't believe it, her eyes only inches from his organ when he screamed out in pleasure, the thick fluid shooting out, hitting her bosom, the hot fluid feeling as if it was burning her flesh. She tried to pull back, but his arms were too powerful, holding her breasts submissively around his spewing member as a second blast of his seed shot onto her naked breasts, Jenna's head held up high to escape the hot crème. She squeezed his precious balls, feeling them shooting, the throbbing member jerking between her breasts, a third load of crème flowing over her body. God, there was so much of it, feeling it drip down her skin, his member still sliding up and down her slick cleavage, his organ not as hard as it was before. She looked at the First Mate, his body slumping back onto the pillows, Jenna left with her breasts naked and wet. She looked down, the shiny fluid coating her white skin with a sheen that glowed in the flickering light of the lanterns. The First Mate was no longer even looking at her, his lust sated by her breasts. She felt ashamed, standing up, her hand wiping the foul crème from her chest before she pulled her dress up, hurriedly pulling the dress over her titties. She snatched up the dildo, wrapped the colored cloth over it, and ran out of the barn.
The First Mate watched her cover her luscious titties, drinking in the sight of the deliciously capped flesh one last time. She grabbed the dildo and raced out of the room, but he caught the one last action, the scene forever etched in his brain. She put two fingers into her mouth, the First Mate able to see the shiny fluid on them. Her tongue caressed her fingers, her lips curling around them as she shoved them deep into her mouth, her tongue moving around them, gathering up his precious nectar, Jenna tasting his seed. It wasn't a look of disgust on her face, but a look of pleasure as she swallowed his spunk.
CHAPTER 4
Death and Lawyers
It startled Charlotte when she heard the distant sound of a wagon approaching. Henry was not to be home for another two days, Charlotte anxious for his return, the two month trip too long to be without her beloved husband. Lord Michael had sent him to France for some urgent business, Henry was a much better negotiator than him. Lord Michael loved to win more than reach an amenable agreement. Charlotte looked into the mirror, brushing aside an errant hair from her face, smiling broadly at the thought of Henry at the dinner table. The girls would be excited when they returned from school, Henry was very protective of his girls. She raced to the door, brushing aside the maid, wanting to meet Henry herself. She opened the door just as the carriage pulled up, instantly recognizing Lord Michael's magnificent carriage. He loved to drive around town, picking up the young ladies for a ride, the leather seats were very comfortable. Charlotte also heard that they were enjoyable for lovemaking, the slick leather feeling so nice on a naked ass, the bumpy roads providing the needed stimulus for some very enjoyable coupling. Charlotte could almost feel herself blushing at such provocative thoughts. Maybe Henry was going to be late and he was just relaying the news. She felt a tremor of fear rush through her as Lord Michael got out of the carriage, followed by Reverend Johnson, both of them with somber looks on their faces.
"Eeeehh,” Charlotte gasped,
growing dizzy, sweat breaking out on her forehead. She fell to the porch, her hands under her knees, pulling them to her bosom as her eyes began to tear. “WHHHAAATT is it?” Charlotte's voice was trembling as she tried not to cry, knowing the news was bad.
Reverend Johnson kneeled next to Charlotte, putting his arms around to hug her, feeling her body shaking. “I'm so sorry Lady Charlotte,” his voice trembled. Even though he had done this dozens of times, it still never became easier. “Lord Henry's boat sank off the coast a week ago.” He paused as Lady Charlotte began to cry, feeling her body shaking as she sobbed.
Charlotte looked up at Reverend Johnson, tears running down her cheeks, barely able to speak. “Were there any survivors?” Charlotte knew the ship had to have at least seventy or eighty people on it, including the crew. Someone must have survived!
"It got caught in a hurricane and sank. All that was found was some items from the ship, floating in the water days later. They searched for three days and no one was found. I'm afraid the ship took all of it's passengers to the bottom.” It was always hardest when no bodies were found, hard for the relatives to get closure, some holding onto the hope for years that their loved one would show up one day as if they never left.
Charlotte's world seemed to have collapsed around her, her husband of twenty years gone, perishing at sea in an act of God. How would she tell the girls? Jenna and Anna would be home soon from school.
"My condolences Lady Charlotte. I too have lost a great friend and partner, though my loss pales in comparison to what you and your lovely daughters have suffered.” Lord Michael helped Charlotte up from her feet, his hand around her waist, looking into the lovely face that was covered in tears. She was still as beautiful as the day he met her over twenty years ago, and Michael still felt the familiar stirring in his loins he had each time he saw her. She was the cause of him never marrying, no girl could ever hold a candle to Charlotte.
"Thank you Lord Michael. Henry will be missed by both of us. There is none that will ever take his place.” Charlotte felt Lord Michael's hand tighten on her waist, his eyes looking at her. Even though Lord Michael was trying hard to offer his condolences, his eyes could never hide his lust for her. It had been going on for over twenty years, a rivalry that began the day Henry married Charlotte. She had to fight him off many times, Lord Michael taking liberties with her that would have outraged Henry. But Charlotte never mentioned it to him or anyone, always able to fend off his sexual advances, not wanting to destroy their fragile business arrangement. They both needed each other to succeed, an argument would have halted their alliance. Especially an argument over a woman. Would the relationship change now that Henry was no longer around? She put it out of her mind, her grief too overpowering. They entered the house, the maid already seemed to know, her eyes filled with tears as she opened the door for them. She had been with Charlotte for over five years, almost a member of the family.
It was difficult for Charlotte, the next hour Reverend Johnson and Lord Michael speaking of Henry in the past, sounding so strange, the thought of Henry not being in their bed again such a foreign thought. She finally had to excuse herself, wanting to be alone when the girls came home. That would be the toughest time, the girls loved their father very much.
"If there is anything you need Lady Charlotte, anything at all. Feel free to contact me. I will take care of your finances until the courts can take the matter of Henry's will under advisement. I don't want you to worry about anything. You will need time to grieve the loss of your husband.” Michael kissed her on her cheek, inhaling the sweet lavender fragrance of her perfume, his prick rising up in his trousers as he felt her breasts press against his chest. He hated to think of such a thing at this time, but Charlotte has been in his mind for twenty years. Maybe now he would have a chance with her now that she was widowed. And the thought of being in the same house with the twins excited him. He had seen them bloom into womanhood over the last few years, spitting images of their mother eighteen years ago. Henry had kept them pure.
"God will be with you during this trying time Lady Charlotte. If there is anything you need, the church is available to you.” He knew that Lady Charlotte had a difficult task ahead of her. She had to tell her children that their father was no longer coming home. Luckily they were older and would at least understand the concept of death, but nothing could prepare them for the passing of their father.
Charlotte rushed off to freshen up her face, not wanting to give away her grief the moment the girls came in the door. She looked into the mirror, staring at her own complexion, almost able to see Henry behind her. She missed him already. She rushed downstairs as she heard the girls approaching, the carriage pulling in front of the house, Charlotte already at the door.
"Hello Momma,” Anna called out, grabbing her books as she rushed out of the carriage.
"Bonjour Mademoiselle,” Jenna trying to act more sophisticated.
"I need to talk to both of you,” Charlotte trying to keep her voice from breaking up.
"Can it wait,” Jenna hungry, wanting a snack.
"Please, it's important. Let's go into the living room.” Charlotte turned around, not wanting the girls to see her face, struggling to fight back the tears in her eyes. She hurried into the room.
Jenna had never seen her mother like this before. She felt a premonition. “Hurry, I think there is something wrong,” grabbing Anna's arm.
It was strange when her mother sat between them, Anna seeing the glistening of a tear in her mother's eye.
"I don't know how to tell you except to say it right out.” Charlotte paused, lining up the words in her head before she said them. “Your father has perished at sea.” She hugged both of the girls, their bodies moving as they began to sob.
No, it couldn't be true. Not their father. Jenna wouldn't believe it. “They'll find him Mother. Wait, in a day or two he'll coming walking through the door."
"They have already searched for him. The ship went down in a hurricane. There were no survivors.” She hated to dash their hopes, but it wasn't going to help anything if they clung to such beliefs. It suddenly dawned on Charlotte that she too was clinging to such slim odds. Anna could barely speak, crying so loud. She was closest to her father, Jenna closer to Charlotte. Charlotte had to be strong for the both of them. There would be difficult days ahead, the funeral, an empty casket the only thing to mourn. And then there was their financial future, Charlotte not knowing much about finances, Henry always took good care of them. The days ahead would be trying, but the three of them needed to grieve the loss of Henry first. After that, Charlotte would address the many other problems.
* * * *
The funeral was the most lavish affair that the county had ever seen. Lord Michael spared no expense for his partner, he was at Charlotte's side the whole time, his eyes never leaving the girls. Henry had always kept the boys away from the girls, Michael doing the same. But his reasons were much more personal, not wanting to share such delightful bodies with fumbling boys that barely knew what to do with the nubile flesh.
Charlotte was exhausted from the ordeal of the funeral, trying to keep a smile on her face, even when she viewed the closed, empty casket that was her only reminder of Henry. The girls were holding up well and Lord Michael had surprised her. It was though he had changed, more attentive in less of a leering manner. Charlotte actually began to see him in a different light. The guests had long gone, the house almost cleaned up, the girls upstairs. Only Michael was left, sipping a brandy in Henry's study. Charlotte got one for herself, joining him. She looked at him, the faint smoke of his cigar wafting up into the air, the familiar scent of Henry's cigar filling the room as if he was still with her. “I want to thank you for everything Michael."
Michael looked over at her, the dress hugging her firm bosom, a lovely expanse of white, naked flesh cut by the diamond necklace that separated the gentle swells of her lovely breasts. The way she was sitting thrust them out even more provocatively, almost as if she we
re teasing him. “I would do anything for you Lady Charlotte.” He smiled back at her, watching the way her lips slipped around the edge of the glass, taking a gentle drink, her lips shiny with the brandy, his member throbbing in his tight trousers at the thoughts that raced through his mind.
"You may call me Charlotte. You don't need to address me as Lady Charlotte.” She smiled back at him, the brandy already making her head a bit dizzy, the alcohol relaxing her after a tense day.
"Lady Charlotte has such an erotic sound to it as it rolls off my lips.” He paused while he gauged her reaction to his bold pronouncement. He could see her blush, her eyes refusing to look into his. It had been weeks since he delivered the news of Henry's death. He had kept a respectable distance from her but with the end of the funeral, Henry was officially laid to rest.
"You make me blush with such bold talk,” Charlotte not completely taken back by his comment, the brandy making the comment more palatable. She had known of Michael's lust for her since the day she married, Charlotte always treading a fine line not to offend Michael yet keeping him at bay. With Henry gone, Charlotte would have an even more difficult time. Michael had taken care of all the finances since Henry's death, but she knew it would soon end. She quickly changed the subject, not wanting to get into a sexual sparring with Michael tonight. “It is time I learned of Henry's financial dealings."
"Yes, I was going to mention that to you, but I thought I would wait until after the funeral. The Magistrate has been hounding me to put forth Henry's will into probate court. He has instructed me that in not doing so I have diminished any bargaining I might have in dealing with the separation of Henry's interests from my own.” He waited for a second before he continued, letting the legal ramification set in with Charlotte. “I have arranged for the court to hear the will a week from Monday. From now on I will not be able to extend any more financial help until the probate is solved."
