THE CAPTAIN'S WOMAN - Part 3
by JB57
The next morning, the three lovers woke in a tangle of
beautiful limbs and succulent, sweat-damp flesh. The two women were on either
side of the captain, but their long, tanned legs were entwined across his body
and their arms were interlaced on the captain’s barrel chest. Minerva opened her
eyes, to stare directly into Darielle’s startling blue eyes. From opposite sides
of the captain’s body, the two women studied each other, their mutual hostility
growing with every passing moment. Minerva moved her left leg, which was
overlapping Darielle’s right leg, to rub and caress the other woman’s supple
flesh. Darielle stroked back with her leg. Their bare feet caressed. The women
twined their fingers together and squeezed, testing their strength, locking
their palms. Neither said anything, but their hearts began to pound harder.
Their eyes blazed with hate.
Reynald began to stir, and the women released each other immediately. Minerva
shifted her body, pushing herself up onto Reynald’s chest, her left leg slipping
down between his legs. She kissed him on the side of his lips and, as he smiled
with pleasure, his eyes still closed, she moved to mount his naked body. Before
she could do so, however, she felt Darielle’s voluptuous body pushing tight
against her own, the courtesan’s powerful right leg pushing and then tangling
with her left leg between Reynald’s thighs. The dark-haired beauty had no
intention of letting Minerva claim the first fuck of the morning, at least not
without a contest. Darielle began gliding her powerful body up the other side of
Reynald’s body, pushing her tits into the captain’s chest and side, rubbing
herself against the man like a cat even as she slid up his body, going in for a
kiss.
Minerva had had enough. Placing her left hand on Darielle’s shoulder, bracing
herself with her right elbow, she shoved the beautiful woman as hard as she
could. Darielle was not expecting the move or Minerva’s strength. She went
flying, rolling away from Reynald before she could fully register what had
happened. She got on her knees in a fury, prepared to rip into Minerva, prepared
to fight for Reynald’s affections. But it was too late. Minerva used the
momentary victory to slide her wet, hungry cunt down the length of Reynald’s
hardening shaft, deeply impaling herself on the captain’s cock. She squeezed his
shaft with gentle undulations of her internal muscles, teasing and caressing
him, feeling him expanding to his full size and hardness while deep inside her
core, his growing cock pulsing against the tight, elastic flesh of her vagina.
She squeezed him harder and harder, and smiled with delight as he groaned with
pleasure.
Darielle watched in a rage. She knew that dislodging Minerva from her position
would be very difficult.
Minerva straddled Reynald and enjoyed the feel of his powerful spear lodged deep
and tight and filling up her cunt. She worked her hips and continued massaging
his manhood with her deep internal muscles. She did not want to do too much
bouncing on top of him. She was afraid that Darielle might use one of her upward
movements, when Reynald’s cock was not fully lodged in her pussy, as an
opportunity to shove her off and take her place.
Reynald smiled and moaned. He reached up and filled his hands with Minerva’s
beautiful tits. The auburn-haired beauty smiled and moaned with ecstasy. Minerva
ran her fingers through her thick, luscious hair and arched her back like a cat.
She placed her hands on the Captain’s chest and rocked her hips and ass gently
as she squeezed and massaged his shaft vigorously. Minerva groaned with pleasure
as the growing tension in her core fed the erotic sensations radiating out from
her overfilled cunt.
Even as Reynald and Minerva strained together in ecstasy, Darielle considered
how to make her presence felt. Reynald was caught up in the delightful pleasures
of Minerva’s beautiful body. He would certainly not appreciate having his
enjoyment of the auburn-haired beauty’s flesh interrupted. Darielle smiled
wickedly. Quickly, she moved behind Minerva’s rocking body, as she straddled
Reynald’s gently bucking form. Darielle sat on Reynald’s legs and pressed
herself into Minerva’s sculpted back. Darielle pushed her magnificent tits into
her rival’s back. At the same time, she slipped her hands down Minerva’s taut
belly and into the thicket of her dense pubic fur. The black-haired beauty slid
two fingers up into Minerva’s tight, wet slit, feeling Reynald’s thick shaft
where it filled Minerva’s cunt to overflowing. Minerva’s marble-sized clit was
rubbing vigorously against the top of the Captain’s cock. Darielle began rubbing
and stroking her rival’s throbbing sexhorn in earnest.
Minerva moaned and cried out as her body was suddenly exposed to far more
pleasure than she had expected. The coruscating ecstasy of being impaled on the
Captain’s thick, hard shaft was already overwhelming. The Captain was kneading
her massive tits rhythmically. Darielle’s sudden assault on her clit was almost
too much for her to take. Minerva began gasping and heaving as her body’s
pleasure centers became overwhelmed with the sensations being forced onto her.
Minerva reached down and attempted to wrestle Darielle’s hands away from her
pussy, but Darielle dug her fingers more deeply into Minerva’s twat and crushed
her clit. Minerva continued to work Reynald’s shaft, knowing that Darielle was
trying to drive her to an orgasm before she could satisfy her lover. Minerva
reached back to try to strike at Darielle, but the beautiful courtesan freed one
of her hands and grabbed Minerva’s head instead, twisting Minerva’s face around
until she could lock the auburn-haired beauty into a deep, probing, violent
kiss.
Reynald opened his eyes and saw Darielle and Minerva locked mouth to mouth and
Darielle’s fingers inside of Minerva’s tight, wet cunt. He smiled, delighting in
the mistaken belief that the women were quickly adjusting to his desire to share
his bed with both of them.
“Are you enjoying each other, my beauties?” Reynald laughed. He placed his hands
on Minerva’s gently rocking hips.
The women broke their angry kiss. Minerva did not retaliate; her body was too
wracked with ecstatic sensations and all she could do was pant and groan in
response.
Darielle wrapped her arms around Minerva’s chest and squeezed hard, then slipped
her right hand down to resume stroking Minerva’s swollen clit.
“Oh yes, milord,” Darielle groaned, her beautiful face lit with a hungry smile,
“we are enjoying each other so much. Minerva is so beautiful and giving…” Saying
this, she attacked Minerva’s clit savagely, rubbing Minerva’s sexhorn
vigorously, smiling viciously as her auburn-haired rival bucked and trembled in
a struggle to keep from exploding prematurely. Minerva groaned in fury, her body
on the verge of betraying her yet again in her growing war with Darielle.
Minerva panted feverishly, her beautiful face a mask of agony as she fought to
control her body. She stared down into Reynald’s excited face through half-open
eyes and silently cursed the Captain’s obliviousness. She and this savage bitch
were fighting for him, for control of his bed and all the status and advantages
that came with it, and the idiot seemed completely unaware of what was going on,
of how much power he really had over both of them. In that moment, despite the
incredible pleasure she was receiving from his massive, throbbing cock, Minerva
despised the Captain even more than she hated her gorgeous sexual rival. Still,
Minerva sensed that even if they did not have to fight for the Captain’s favor,
she and Darielle would probably still hate each other. There was a primal
quality to their mutual antagonism, the tension that would always exist between
two beautiful, sexually voracious women trying to establish which of them was
the dominant bitch.
Overwhelming pleasure built in Minerva’s core as the sensation of being rammed
full of Reynald’s meat combined with Darielle’s viciously effective stimulation
of her burning clit and throbbing tits. Reynald reached up and filled his rough
hands with Minerva’s boobs once again and began squeezing and kneading the heavy
titmeat, delight and lust shining in his eyes. Darielle used the opportunity to
slide one finger up Minerva’s ass, even as she redoubled her assault on the
other woman’s clit. Minerva sobbed and groaned. She undulated her deep cunt
muscles up and down Reynald’s dick, desperately trying to bring him to his
climax before she exploded herself. Reynald moaned and bucked so hard that he
almost threw the two women sitting on him. All three of the lovers worked their
bodies more frantically. Darielle could see the danger signs, she could tell
Minerva was close to getting Reynald off. She bit Minerva’s shoulder; she pulled
her fingers away from Minerva’s cunt only long enough to spit on her hand, then
returned to the attack furiously. Reynald increased the pressure of his grasping
hands on Minerva’s massive tits. He suddenly shifted his grip, reaching up to
grab her shoulders and pull her closer to him. He raised his upper body and, at
the same time, pulled Minerva’s magnificent right tit to his hungry mouth. The
Captain licked his lover’s nipple exuberantly, then suckled hard at her swollen
tit.
“Fuck, oooohhhhh…..FUUUCCCKKKK!!!!,” Minerva howled as this final delicious
stimulation broke her body’s orgasmic dam. Throwing up her head, she shrieked
with passion and came hard. Darielle smiled, watching with satisfaction as a
hard gush of pussy juice flowed down the part of Reynald’s cock that was not
disappearing up into Minerva’s thick-lipped fuckhole. The gush of liquid coated
Reynald’s crotch, matting his thick pubic fur, and soaked his thighs and belly.
Darielle grabbed Minerva’s body and pulled her back, falling back off of the
Captain. Minerva tried to resist, even as her body rocked and convulsed in
orgasm. Her cunt squeezed and locked on the Captain’s thick dick; the man
groaned with pleasure as Minerva’s cunt clamped on his burning shaft.
Darielle refused to let Minerva have the Captain’s cum. She wrapped her arms
around Minerva’s waist and then placed both her feet on the bed on either side
of Reynald’s writhing body. With a grunt, the black-haired courtesan literally
lifted Minerva straight up and off of Reynald’s fully aroused member. Minerva
separated from the Captain with an audible pop as his dick slipped free; hot
juices gushed from her open hole. Darielle’s move caught Minerva, still in the
throes of her passion, completely by surprise. She may have been able to tighten
her cuntgrip on Reynald’s cock if she had anticipated what Darielle was about to
do. But she was too shaken with the orgasmic energy rippling through her body to
think strategically. Darielle fell to the side, taking Minerva with her. Minerva
was momentarily stunned by the sudden separation from Reynald. Darielle threw
herself across Minerva’s body and rammed her tongue down her enemy’s throat.
Minerva groaned in surprised pleasure at the sudden attack. Darielle pulled free
and glared down into Minerva’s face, her blue eyes blazing, her black hair wild
around her gorgeous face.
“Let me show you how it’s done, bitch,” Darielle whispered savagely. She lowered
her face to Minerva’s chest and licked and then sucked ravenously at Minerva’s
left tit. Minerva gasped as the spike of pleasure ripped through her. Then
Darielle was gone, turning quickly to Reynald.
The Captain was lying flat on his back, his cock fully engorged, still waiting
for its release. Darielle grasped the massive shaft in both of her hands and
began to rub and stroke it teasingly, tantalizingly, drawing groans of sheer
pleasure from the prone man. The black-haired courtesan quickly descended on the
throbbing cock with her mouth, covering the head, using her teeth to gently
stimulate and abrade the sensitive flesh, before sucking hungrily on the thick
meat. She began taking the shaft as deeply into her mouth and down her throat as
she could, giving Reynald head with all of the skill of years in the brothel.
However, she did not waste too much time on this tactic. Darielle did not want
to risk being attacked by Minerva. Even as the auburn-haired beauty regained her
bearings, Darielle grasped Reynald’s dick, raised herself up, and then lowered
her ravenous pussy down onto his rock-hard spear. Reynald and Darielle groaned
as one as their bodies locked together, Darielle sliding all the way down on his
shaft, her soft, yielding fuckmeat swallowing Reynald’s manhood whole. In no
time, the two lovers were rocking together, Darielle squeezing and working
Reynald’s massive cock. She knew he was only moments away from exploding. She
rested her tits on his heaving chest and rubbed furiously, grinding her hard
nipples into his pectoral muscles, even as she worked her hips and ass. Reynald
filled his large hands with her clenching, pumping ass. With a cry of pure
pleasure, Reynald came in an explosion of passion. As Minerva watched, Reynald
bucked high and hard, but Darielle was wrapped around his body like a snake, her
own body thrashing and grinding against the man’s with absolute passion.
Darielle turned her beautiful face, which was delirious with pleasure, towards
Minerva.
Darielle and Minerva locked eyes. The black-haired courtesan smiled viciously
and triumphantly as she rode the Captain through his volcanic eruption.
Minerva raged in silent fury. It was only with superhuman self-control that she
resisted throwing herself at Darielle in blind hatred and trying to tear the
other woman apart. As Minerva watched, Reynald rolled Darielle over onto her
back, their bodies still sealed together, and kissed her passionately. Darielle
threw herself into the kiss, her own pleasure not yet satisfied. Minerva saw her
opportunity to get back at her enemy.
Quickly, she threw her body onto the other two lovers, rubbing her breasts into
Reynald’s arm, drawing the Captain’s head around and locking him into a
delicious kiss. Reynald turned to Minerva and, with a bit of effort, she was
able to insert her body between the Captain’s muscular mass and Darielle’s
voluptuous flesh. The three lovers rolled about on the bed, a twining, sweaty
mass of interconnected, grasping, gasping flesh. Minerva succeeded in getting
Reynald’s cock to pop out of Darielle’s hot body. She fell on the Captain’s
shaft and was soon sucking and swallowing as much of the thick, rigid meat as
she could. Darielle joined her and soon the two women were sharing the task of
giving their Captain the most spectacular blow job he had never enjoyed, even as
they fought for possession of his dick. When he finally erupted, nearly
screaming in release, the women fought for the right to claim his cum. They were
both left messy and sloppy from his discharge.
Reynald gasped with exhaustion. The two women collapsed on either side of him.
All three lovers were panting furiously. Reynald wrapped an arm around each
woman and squeezed a tit on each of them roughly. He could barely move in the
immediate aftermath of his orgasm, but his strength slowly returned. As much as
he wanted to stay and continue to enjoy the affections of these two magnificent
women, he knew that he had duties that could not wait any longer. With great
reluctance, he called an end to the morning’s lovemaking.
“I am sorry, my beauties,”he said. “I need to leave and begin the day. But we
will resume tonight where we left off this morning.” He smiled, his expression a
little dazed. Even a man like the Captain did not often enjoy this kind of
erotic attention from two such incredible women.
“Darielle,” Reynald said, “Minerva will show you where to clean up. If you have
questions, talk to her. I am sure she will be happy to help you settle in. In
the meantime, I am sure that she will be happy to give you a robe and any other
assistance you’ll need to get to your cabin.”
The women smiled at the Captain. Minerva was boiling with rage. But she had no
choice but to conceal her anger.
“Of course, Milord,” she replied. “I will be happy to help Darielle settle in.”
Minerva and Darielle crawled off of the Captain’s bed. Minerva picked her robe
up off the floor and slid into it gracefully. As she watched, Darielle gathered
up some scraps of clothing that were strewn about the room. Minerva realized,
with a flash of rage, that the clothing was the outfit she had lent to her enemy
the day before.
Taking their leave of the Captain, both women kissing him passionately in turn,
the two mistresses left his cabin through the door to Minerva’s cabin. The
moment they were in the privacy of Minerva’s room, the two beautiful women
dropped all pretense.
Minerva’s tits trembled inside her robe as she spun around to face her enemy.
“You fucking whore,” Minerva snarled, her beautiful face contorted in rage.
“Cunt,” Darielle shot back. The black-haired beauty was every bit as furious as
Minerva. The fact that Minerva had kept her from her own orgasm was eating at
her, as she struggled with the intense frustration of being powerfully sexually
aroused with no release.
With a snarl, Darielle’s right hand lashed out and caught Minerva solidly on her
left cheek. Minerva gasped and fell back, her robe falling open and her breasts
spilling out. Darielle threw aside the scraps of cloth she was holding and threw
herself at her redheaded enemy. Minerva and Darielle sank their finger deep into
the other woman’s hair and began pulling viciously, even as they held each other
at arms’ length. They growled and snarled and spit at each other, but they both
resisted shrieking with the rage and pain that they felt; neither woman wanted
to alert Reynald to what was happening in the next cabin. After staggering
around the room for a few minutes, Minerva and Darielle shoved each other away.
Panting, Minerva stripped off her gown and stood nude, waiting for the next
attack.
Crouching, hands opening and closing, heavy tits falling and jiggling
deliciously on their chests, the two women confronted each other, murderous rage
shining in their eyes. They examined each other’s beautiful bodies with a
critical eye, each woman looking for flaws and weaknesses in the other that she
could exploit and attack. The women examined each other’s massive tits, their
narrow waists and curving hips, their long, powerful, perfect legs. Minerva and
Darielle sneered angrily at the other woman’s perfect cunt, the thick pubic fur,
the juicy cuntlips. To the frustration of both, they realized they were equally
beautiful and voluptuous. The only advantage that one would have over the other
would be her skill in bed, a skill that could only be tested in intimate combat.
Both women were shining with sweat and sexual secretions. Spots of the Captain’s
cum dotted their flesh. Snarling with hate, Minerva and Darielle hurled
themselves at each other, prepared to unleash their full sexual fury on each
other. Their naked bodies came slapping together. They twined their arms around
each other, crushed their massive tits tight to each other, and struggled
savagely, each trying to control and overwhelm the other. Their long, powerful
legs tangled and twisted together, muscles straining. Darielle and Minerva
pressed their faces close, nose to nose, and snarled at each other in fury. Only
a fear of escalating their battle into dangerous extremes prevented the women
from biting at each other’s beautiful faces.
They cursed and gasped at each other as they tightened their grips, each woman
trying to overpower the other. Minerva was amazed that the courtesan was as
strong as she was; she could not imagine why a whore like Darielle should be so
strong. But a part of her was delighted in the challenge. She intended to
destroy Darielle and she did not want it to be an easy fight. Minerva felt
Darielle’s claws sinking into her back and buttocks. She immediately returned
the grip, her strong nails indenting Darielle’s firm ass.
At that moment, there was a knocking at the door linking Reynald’s cabin to
Minerva’s.
“Minerva,” Reynald called out. “Don’t forget my love, I need you to help me with
the delegation of dignitaries arriving this morning. They will be here soon, so
please hurry.”
“Yes, my Captain,” Minerva replied in her sweetest voice. “I just need to clean
up and then I will join you.”
Darielle and Minerva stood frozen for a few moments, giving the Captain time to
move away from the door.
“We will settle this later,” Minerva hissed. “for now, get out of my room, you
fucking whore.”
“Bitch,” Darielle shot back. But the dark-haired courtesan knew that now was not
the time to take on Minerva. “You were lucky just now. But I am going to get you
alone sometime soon, where there will be no interruptions. Then, I am going to
fuck your clit out of your ass. I’m going to milk your tits until they are empty
little bags. I’m going to destroy every part of your body, starting with your
filthy cunt. Reynald is never going to look at you again once I am finished with
you.”
“You cuntlicking slut,” Minerva growled. “I’m going to destroy you and every
inch of you with my body.”
The women pushed close until they were almost nose-to-nose. They glared intently
into each other’s eyes, drinking in each other’s beautiful face. They panted at
each other with a growing lust. Darielle felt the unsatisfied heat in her body
flare to new levels of arousal. Minerva felt an answering tension in her cunt
and tits.
With a snarl, Darielle pulled back. She reached down to the floor and picked up
Minerva’s gown where the auburn-haired beauty had dropped it. Darielle slid into
the gossamer garment. It left nothing to the imagination; her thick nipples were
fully visible under the sheer cloth. Nonetheless, it was enough. Turning on her
heel, the black-haired beauty walked, barefoot, to the door of Minerva’s cabin.
Just before she left she turned back to exchange one final glare of hate and
lust with her beautiful rival.
“We will find time to be alone together very soon, Minerva,”she promised. “Then,
I will show you what I have learned after 10 years in a brothel.” She smiled
savagely, then left the cabin, closing the door gently behind her.
Minerva trembled, her naked body feverish with desire, shaking with adrenaline.
She felt a touch of fear at the courtesan’s threat. There was no question in her
mind about her own skills and natural abilities as a lover. But Minerva had not
spent 10 years in a whorehouse, refining her sexual powers, training her sexual
organs and her body to give and receive pleasure in all of its forms. She did
not know if she was capable of defeating Darielle in an all-out sex war. But she
knew that she would soon find out. She and Darielle had to determine which of
them was the dominant mistress, the Alpha bitch.
Minerva entered the small washroom just off her main cabin and began to wash
herself, careful to clean up all the signs of lovemaking. She gave herself a
thorough sponge bath, then put on some delicate perfume. She brushed out her
hair and then selected a revealing jeweled halter top and a long dress with a
thigh-high slit which left both her long legs exposed and flashing as she
walked. Part of her duty as the captain’s mistress was to meet and greet his
guests. But now she started to wonder how long she would continue to have this
responsibility.
She pushed these thoughts out of her mind, dressed herself quickly, and then
examined herself in her full-length mirror. She saw a fantastically beautiful
and voluptuous and desirable woman, whose sexual assets were on full display.
But doubts about herself and her power as a woman continued to gnaw at her mind.
Darielle had to be confronted and stopped. And soon. With a final grim nod at
her image in the mirror, Minerva left her room to assume her duties.
To be continued