Fucking with Alvida

Alvida had never obeyed a man’s order in her life.

She gave commands. She ruled. She took what she wanted, and anyone who stepped out of line felt the weight of her iron mace.

But when Tsujo—her former cabin boy, the little shit she had once made scrub the decks—told her to get on her hands and knees and hide her head under the bench, she did it.
No hesitation. No second-guessing.

Because it was normal.

Because it was what a woman did when a man like that pulled out a cock like that.

Alvida had never been ordered around in bed.

She had always been the one to take the lead, to ride men into the mattress, to shove their weak little bodies down and grind herself to an unsatisfying climax. But now, as she knelt in the little skiff, her face pressed against the rough wooden slats beneath a bench, her ass raised high for her former cabin boy, she felt something she had never felt before.

Anticipation.

Real, aching, pulsing anticipation.

She had seen the bulge in his pants while she rowed, had seen it twitching, swelling, obscene—and when she had told him to pull it out, she had nearly lost her grip on the oars.

He wasn’t just big.

He was monstrous.

A thick, veiny mast of cock, crowned with a fat, swollen head, balls swinging heavy beneath it like cannonballs ready to fire. She had laughed in disbelief, her stomach tight with hunger she hadn’t felt in years, if ever.

And now, as she wiggled her hips, spreading herself wide, she knew one thing for certain:

This was gonna be good.

Behind her, Tsujo hesitated.

Alvida grinned against the bench, her massive tits squeezed beneath her, her arms braced on either side of her head. He was nervous. She could feel it in the way his hands lingered on her ass, uncertain, gripping at the thick, sweaty flesh.

“C’mon, boy,” she growled, arching her back, her swollen, drenched pussy pressing against the fat tip of his cock. “Don’t tell me you’re scared.”

Tsujo scoffed, but it wasn’t as cocky as he wanted it to sound.

“Shut up,” he muttered, lining himself up, nudging forward just enough for her to feel the pressure.

Alvida groaned, her fingers digging into the planks.

“Yeah, that’s it,” she encouraged, rolling her hips back against him, teasing herself with that massive, stretching promise of a cock. “Ain’t no way you’re gonna disappoint me with a tool like that.”

Tsujo took a breath, then pushed.

It was slow, almost too slow, but fuck, she felt every thick, veiny inch forcing her open.
Alvida moaned, low and guttural, her entire body trembling as he stretched her wider than any man had before.

“Fuck—” Tsujo hissed, his hands gripping her hips like his life depended on it. “You’re—shit, you’re tight.”

Alvida grinned through clenched teeth.

“Yeah? You like that, huh?” she panted, sweat rolling down the curve of her belly. “Feels good, don’t it? Burying that big fuckin’ cock in a real woman?”

Tsujo let out a shaky breath, pushing deeper, his cock twitching inside her, throbbing against her slick, clenching walls.

“Y-yeah,” he admitted, his voice unsteady, his thrusts uncoordinated, awkward—but fuck, he was trying.

Alvida could feel the hesitation, the inexperience.
But she could also feel the raw potential.

He wasn’t like the little dicked cowards who had come before. He wasn’t struggling to reach past her belly, wasn’t losing his nerve, wasn’t backing down.
No.

He was here, inside her, stretching her to her limit, trying to give it to her proper.
And he just needed a push.

“Don’t hold back,” she growled, her thick thighs trembling as she rocked her hips back, taking him deeper. “Give it to me. All of it. I can fuckin’ take it.”

Tsujo let out a shaky breath, and something shifted.

His grip tightened, his hesitation fading.

And then he thrust.

Hard. Deep. All the way.

Alvida’s mouth dropped open, a guttural moan ripping from her throat as he speared into her, his balls slapping wetly against her clit.

“Fuck—there ya go!” she bellowed, her fingers scraping against the planks as he started to move.

The hesitation was gone now.

Tsujo pulled back, almost all the way out, then slammed back in, his cock stretching her, filling her, coring her out in ways no man ever had.
WHAP!

A sharp slap rang through the boat as he smacked her wobbling ass, watching the ripple spread through her thick flesh.

“Look at you, Captain,” he taunted, panting, his confidence growing with every thrust.

“Face down, fat ass up, getting fucking wrecked by your old cabin boy.”

Alvida moaned, pressing her forehead to the bench, her whole body shaking as he picked up speed.

“W-who cares?” she panted, grinning through the pleasure. “With a cock like this, you can say whatever the fuck you want.”

Tsujo let out a dark chuckle, slamming into her harder, faster, his balls swinging heavy, slapping against her soaked, clenching cunt.

“You gonna row my cock like you rowed the boat?” he sneered, grabbing a fistful of her ass, spreading her wide, watching himself disappear into her fat, greedy pussy.

Alvida laughed through a moan, her belly shaking, her tits wobbling beneath her.

“I’ll row this fuckin’ cock all day if you can keep it up, boy!” she challenged, slamming herself back against him, taking every inch like she was born for it.

Tsujo grunted, his pace getting rougher, his thrusts hitting deep, shaking the whole damn boat.

And Alvida?

Alvida just moaned and took it.

Because this was normal.

The sun hung high in the vast, cloud-dotted sky, its golden light gleaming across the endless, sparkling blue sea. The waves lapped gently against the little lifeboat, rocking with every movement, a peaceful contrast to the raw, sweaty rutting taking place on deck. The open ocean stretched in all directions, nothing but brilliant turquoise waters and white sea foam, a picture-perfect day in paradise. And in the middle of it all—Alvida, the Iron Mace herself, bent over the wooden planks, her massive, sweat-slicked ass bouncing with every powerful thrust. Her fat, glistening tits hung low, wobbling wildly beneath her, her great belly shaking with every impact. Her face, buried beneath the bench, unseen, hidden, reduced to nothing but grunts, growls, and breathless moans. Above her, Tsujo, grinning like a cocky bastard who’d finally found his rightful place in the world, his hands gripping thick handfuls of her ass, plowing into her like he was made for this. The little boat rocked, the oars clattered, but the only sound louder than the creaking wood was the slap of flesh against flesh, the wet, obscene squelch of Alvida’s greedy pussy swallowing him down, and the triumphant, guttural laughter of a cabin boy proving his mettle at last.

The little boat bobbed lazily on the open sea, the oars forgotten, the air thick with the musk of sweat and sex. The waves rocked her gently, but after what Tsujo had just done to her, it felt more like a cradle than a storm.

Alvida lay sprawled across the wooden benches, arms hanging limp over the sides, her thick thighs still spread, her belly rising and falling with deep, satisfied breaths. She hadn’t felt this loose, this good, in a long, long time.

She stretched, rolling her shoulders, her huge tits shifting atop her belly, sweat cooling against her skin.

“Shit, boy,” she chuckled, lazily licking her lips. “If I’d known you were packing a weapon like that, I would’ve made you my real cabin boy. Could’ve left all the grunt work to that sniveling little prick Koby.”

Tsujo, the smug bastard, chuckled behind her.

"You got that backwards, Captain," he said smoothly.

Before she could react, he reached down and grabbed one of her massive tits, fingers sinking deep into the heavy, sweat-slick flesh.

“I’d have been the one breaking you in every night.”

Alvida barely had time to snort before he lifted her breast up—not just a little, but high, stretching it like a whale breaching the surface, pulling the entire heavy mass up into the air.

Then he let it go.

WHUMP.

Her tit slapped back down onto her belly with a thick, jiggling quake, flesh rippling out in waves, colliding with the other breast like two massive piles of jelly crashing together.

“Ha! You little—” she started, but before she could finish, he did it again.

GRAB. PULL. DROP.

THWUMP.

Her fat tit bounced wildly, her thick nipple swinging around through the air before the tit sank back into its natural resting place atop her belly.

Alvida groaned, half-pleasure, half-exasperation, swatting lazily at him. "The hell you playin’ with ‘em for? Ain’t like you don’t know how they move by now."

Tsujo just smirked, grabbing both tits this time, rolling them in his hands like he was weighing treasure. “What can I say, Captain?” He gave them another firm slap, watching the way they jiggled, quivered, settled like molten gold.

“They’re fun.”

Alvida huffed, though her pussy still clenched at the reminder of just how well he’d used her. She swatted his hands away—half-heartedly, because deep down, she didn’t actually mind.

"That settles it," she muttered, rolling onto her side, breasts pooling against the wooden bench beneath her. She pointed a thick, ringed finger at him.

“You’re my First Mate. My one loyal crew."

Tsujo raised an eyebrow, still far too amused. "We’re partners."

Alvida waved a hand dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, same thing."

She stretched her thick arms, rolling her shoulders, feeling the deep, satisfied ache between her thighs. "Point is, you’re stuck with me now, boy. And after a fuck like that…"

She licked her lips, half-teasing, half-serious.

"You better be ready to earn that title every damn night."

Tsujo's smirk didn’t quite reach his eyes this time, and for just a flicker of a second, there was something calculating, unreadable in his expression.

Then, just as quickly, he shrugged, grinning again—but this time, it felt a little ****.
"Yeah," he muttered, stretching his arms behind his head. "Something like that."

Alvida didn’t dwell on it.

She just laughed, shaking her head, already thinking about the next time she’d bend over for him.