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chin and down her elegant throat and stopped its course upon her collarbone. Vixen shut her eyes, wallowing in the sensations of his hands. Down through the straits betwixt her rolling bosom his hand sailed, past the smoothness of her stomach only to encircle the dimpled vortex of her navel.
    Navel; that almost sounds like a joke. Sorry for that; I just had to say it.
    Her thick lips parted while he ventured downward to anchor atop the soft, curly hairs surrounding her quivering maidenhead. A second hand joined the first, stroking and teasing her upper thighs. Her plump behind squirmed deliciously into the hammock’s grip.
    “Ye be incredibly gorgeous, my sweet,” Tom stammered out, his voice laden with passion.
    “Mmm, tell me more about myself,” she stated dreamily.
    “I see the pink innards just beyond the tender folds of your hidden treasure. The drops of moisture do dance and glitter like the morning sun upon the waves.”
    His hands ascended to her heavy bosom, cupping one in each hand and mauling them tenderly. The hammock shifted, and she let out a heated cry when his lips enclosed themselves around her right nipple. Vixen gripped the ring behind her and bit her lower lip, catching the bottom folds of her mouth in her teeth. Tom’s hands squeezed and jostled her breasts, teasingly igniting a fire between her legs the likes of which had never been stoked there before. As she languished in his ministrations, her teeth let go of their prize, and her mouth fell agape when his mouth descended upon the shivering nether lips, the very threshold of her sex.
    Her back arched, driving his naughty, delving tongue deeper into the hot confines. This only increased her agitation and desire. Rolling her hips, she felt him murmur something that echoed into the very pit of her stomach as if it was a carnal whisper for her maidenhead only. Lips smeared across her hooded bud, fingers spread apart the hot folds, and that tongue, that decadent, fleshy organ, lapped up the flowing nectar spilling out unabashedly from her quivering sex.
    “I am dying!” she cried out.
    “Not yet,” he answered with a chuckle.
    His weight fell upon her, crushing her large breasts to his hairy red chest. Before she could utter a word of warning, he was in her.
    Vixen felt every vein, texture and bump on his girth while it slid delightfully into her. A hot gasp flowed rapidly past her lips. She grabbed his neck and pulled him to her, thrusting her head over his left shoulder and urging him farther. Gloriously he sank into her sex, only to come to a bumping halt at the door to her hymen. Tom paused.
    “What comes next,” he whispered, “I fear will be a bit of pain. You must be brave and let me do what ‘tis necessary to sunder yon barrier.”
    “Don’t stop the attack,” she growled seductively. “For I will suffer anything for you to continue. I pray ye to stay the course!”
    He pushed forward, sundering the doorway that sealed off her womb. The hot tearing and stinging pain made her sob out momentarily, until it passed like a brief summer shower.
    Retracting and returning, the thick cock slithered in and out of her with an agonizing slowness, making her wrap her long brown legs around his rising and falling ass. Each penetration seemed to batter down the walls of her prison, bastions she had erected to keep all at bay so to better fulfill her vow of revenge. Vixen heard only their breathing, hot and heavy. Feeling only the luxuriousness of flesh upon flesh, she surrendered herself to the heady emotions. No grog, rum or wine was as sweet and intoxicating as this simple, timeless act between man and woman.
    If the good Lord made anything better, he surely kept it for himself, she moaned inwardly.
    Something powerful was building at the very core of her, a feeling like none other. As it overwhelmed her senses she gave loud voice to it, digging her nails into Tom’s back and delighting in his cries of passion and pain. Her hips bucked and