Pirate Bride E-Book

Pierre d&apos, Amour

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

»Hey, hey, little Missie, I've just saved your life!«, the mean black pirate was hissing at me: »if you can't show a bit of gratitude then I will throw you back to the hungry sharks, which are following us around wherever we go!« Then he told me, that no sailor will ever dive for a drowning man into shark-infested waters unless he has the chance to save a real princess: »I have risked my life for yours, Miss Bonnie: and I doubt that you have the guts to risk yours for me?«, that's what the mean man had said to me . . .

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Pierre d'Amour

Pirate Bride

A tale for strong nerves: only read it if you dare!

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Pirate Bride

Pirate Bride

by Pierre d'Amour

BookRix Edition 2017

Copyright by Amé

Pierre d'Amour:

PIRATE BRIDE

A tale for strong nerves:

only read it if you dare!

Cover illustration from Pinterest

without a copyright attached!

1 - Hide and Seek

Hide and Seek

»I've found you, Bonnie!«, Damian was crying out with joy as he had spotted me in one of the shallow grottoes along the beach and moved in to reap his reward: a kiss! What had started out as a peck on the cheek had slowly evolved into a passionate kiss with a lot of tongue, and more and more often Damian was touching the soft mounds of my little breasts bulging from my low décolleté like pale sweet mangoes. The religiously moral fashion of the time forbade women to show their legs, but to expose half of their breasts was seemingly okay with the clergy: women had to be always open for a good peek or a quick grope - and Damian was definitely losing his inhibitions quick! I didn't mind his erotic attacks at all: I had come to an age where my curiosity had grown insatiable and my pussy had began to itch more often during my sinful fantasies - and in our moralistic society there was no other way to find out about sexuality than to do it!

Damian loved to touch my breasts and this time he was digging a bit deeper: suddenly he was tickling one of my sensitive nipples and I could have died from shame - but then the little villain was darting away to hide himself in the stacks of granite boulders along the shore. He was a beautiful boy with golden blond hair and bright blue eyes, he had a broad generous smile and a pretty promising bulge in his breeches - and if he was so bold to tickle my nipple again I was determined to tickle his dickel too! We both loved our childish games at the beach, the weather in the Caribbean was all sunshine and fresh air from the sea, life on the Virgin Islands was like living in paradise - it would have been warm enough to run around naked, and whereas the boys were able to play topless the ladies had to wear undergarments and a heavy dress on top of it! Of course I was sweating and steaming in my bloomers as I followed Damian after the count of twenty up along the boulder beach with the clear intention to offer him the other nipple too!

Damian was my nephew and the only teenager I had to play with in this small world - his sister Therese was a rather bossy little woman and she didn't like boys or men at any rate, and she was only after me to make me try her newest dresses to see me in my underwear! We were living in the fort Newport on Gorda Island, it was a fortified bastion to guard the harbour underneath from the Spaniards and the pirates, if they both weren't the same? Colonel Richard Parkinson was my father and the boss on the island, my mother had vanished on the long journey from England and so had Damian's parents too: the Caribbean seas were a perfect breeding ground for pirates and outlaws with its hundreds of islands and a thousand hidden coves, names like Blunder Bay, Gun Creek, Bitter End and Devils Bay were just underlining the rich history of piracy on Gorda! The Drake Channel, named after the famous Sir Francis, was a very practical shortcut through the maze of islands and therefor a lucrative hunting ground for pirate ships!

I found some of Damian's footsteps in the sand, I was closing in on him quickly and finally cornered him between two large boulders: he didn't seem disappointed and was looking rather eager to be detected: he was waiting for me, longing for another lusty kiss! This time I was on the attack, and whilst he played with my nipples I was fondling the bulge in his breeches, I was pinching the wiggly worm through the fabric and felt it grow under my inquisitive touch into a real scary monster. I had been watching Damian frequently swimming in the ocean and I knew well how he was looking in the nude, I had seen his shriveled little pecker and the cute nutbag underneath it too, but I was well aware of the magic potential of that limp maggot to grow to the size of a fat breakfast sausage, surely big enough to satisfy any woman! Damian was already breathing harder, and then he was jerking like a fish on dry land and was grunting like a seal: the poor boy must have soiled his breeches - we better got him cleaned up before we returned!

Gorda Island had been taken over by the English after the Spaniards had lost their interest in it and had left nothing else back than an empty copper mine in the South and a settlement full of aging slaves in the East of Newport. Spanish Town was a pretty miserable place now, full of sickness and disease, surely not a place for an English princess - but the beaches in the North of Newport were absolutely clean and magnificent! Damian and I were sitting on the hot boulders for hours, sunning our limbs and scanning the channel for suspicious ships without flags, and we were spinning our own pirate stories - I was always kidnapped and raped in his fantasies, and in mine he was sold as a sexual slave to an English princess: of course! After a wash in the ocean Damian put his wet breeches on the hot rocks to dry and for the first time he sat down next to me naked - I tried not to get nervous, but I couldn't look away: this was the perfect occasion to study his little wriggle worm from close up, and it was actually pretty cute!

Damian wanted me to get naked too, but I was not ready for this: I would have died from shame! I let him play with my nipples for a while and I let him push my dress up into my groin, I let him caress my thighs and have a peek at my frilly bloomers, but that was as far as it went - Damian's dickel got excited again and so he rolled on his belly to let me study his little bum instead! When his breeches were dry we returned to the fort for lunch - Melinda always prepared some smoked fish and pickles for us, and she was baking a fine wheat bread too! Melinda was a plump Spanish maid, she was the cook, the nanny and the teacher, and because she didn't speak a word English we had learned to talk in Spanish pretty fast - and as usual: Therese was jealous to see her brother that happy and gay! She tried to invite me to a game of Badminton in the courtyard or a game of backgammon in her room, but I politely excused myself: I had another project planned for the afternoon, far more exciting than torturing my body and my brain!

I loved to visit the stable where Captain Flemings kept his horses, and I loved Captain Flemings too: he was my secret crash and I was looking forward to marry the proud soldier one fine day! I loved the smell of fresh horse apples and fragrant hay, I loved the three big studs as well, but I would never dare to sit of one of the devils with the big black eyes and the long noses, because they could smell, that I was female and they were so cheeky to kiss my neck whenever I went too close! Captain George was an extremely handsome fellow and he was always looking so noble in his royal uniform, and he had never left a doubt, that he was willing to take me as his bride even before the wedding - he couldn't refrain from touching me on the arm or on the back when I was near him. Up on the fragrant hayloft he touched my legs and my breasts too, and he subdued me with his kisses until I was melting like butter in his strong arms - and when he was daring to stick his hand into the slit of my bloomers I nearly fainted from the sinful pleasure!