Free The Swashbuckling Yarn of Milady Vixen by Christopher Newman Page B

to his knees and began stroking his raging erection.
    “Ah! Ye are such a delight,” he rasped. “I never knew watching could be this interesting!”
    “Tug on it, Tom,” she insisted. “Pull and caress that thick cock—the very sight of your shaft is driving me wild.”
    Slopping sounds of her fingers’ delving made her frantically plunge two digits across her hooded bud and into her soggy depths. Her eyes fixated upon the rise and fall of his fist. The reddened shaft of his member and the pearl-like drop oozing from the purplish tip hypnotized her like no other sight before. Hot breaths whooshed out, and ragged intakes of air passed through her full, shuddering lips while she stroked, pinched and teased herself toward her climax. Tom’s shoulders shuddered and quaked, his own eyes locked upon her efforts.
    “I cannot contain myself!” she wailed happily. “Look at my tender fold! The way my fingers course in and out of my poor neglected quim. Oh, Tom, it aches for ye! Imagine these fingers as your own. See how you stroke me so passionately!”
    “Violet—oh, my Violet,” he husked out. “End the torment betwixt ye thighs and hasten to your climax. I yearn to suck at those dewy fingers—aye, the taste of it would be like the very nectar of Heaven which the angels do sip at!”
    His words, hotly spoken, loosened the reins of her delight, giving the horses of her desire their head. Onward she rushed toward her climax. Furiously she rubbed and plunged her digits in a maniacal and driven manner. Splaying her labia, swirling her fingers within and stuffing them inside, she pushed herself to the very edge of her ability to contain herself.
    It came, she came with a body-shaking convulsion that tossed straw toward her lover from her kicking feet. The powerful ending erupted through the pirate’s lush body, her screams of hot pleasure echoing above all else. Vixen’s legs flapped open and shut, her heavy breasts wobbled liquid-like inside the snug confines of her blouse while she wailed her enjoyment for all to hear. Deeply stuffing the twin fingers into her cleft, she held them there, gripped by the tender, moist muscles within. Her mind grew dazed, and the images before her eyes softened to a surreal quality. Eventually her constant convulsions were reduced to quick, random spastic jerks.
    Tom’s shout brought her out of her warm and dreamy revelry. Her eyes, glazed as they were, found the shuffling palm gliding across the tall, proud member in his fist. The harsh sounds of his bindings, his ragged breath and the twitching of his member were erotic sights and sounds for her senses only. His hips bucked to and fro, his face twisting up into a familiar and sensual mask of pleasure. The rubbing noises as flesh ran across flesh slithered decadently to her ears. Faster and faster went his hand. His cock’s purple head disappeared and re-emerged past his clenched fingers. The shade of his cock deepened to an ever-darker crimson. Soon his fist was a blur.
    His single shout announced the arrival of his carnal ship pulling into port. The long, arching jet of his seed flew past the bars separating them to land upon the straw just a yard’s length away from her feet. Each flexing and spewing of him fell shorter and shorter until he was done. Vixen’s mouth went dry when she saw him forced to wipe a wet set of knuckles on his breeches. His chest rose and fell in hitching breaths. The tears in his eyes, due to his frustration, echoed her own.
    “I love ye,” she whimpered. “I wish this was not the end, but alas, we cannot deny our fate.”
    “I will take this memory happily to my grave,” he admitted. “I have never before witnessed a woman pleasing herself; I am astounded by the vision you have given me.”
    “As am I—your firm fist rising upon your cock did drive me quicker to my destination.”
    “You are a lusty creature.”
    “As are ye.”
    “I am weary—a nice nap seems in order.”
    “You have just