Interlude: Lady Kaya [pt. IV]

Pell bent to take the offered nipple into his mouth, sucking hard enough to make Kaya clutch his thinning hair. His other hand pinched and rolled its twin until both stood stiff and pink.

Kaya began undressing him. The formal coat came first, followed by the waistcoat stretched round his middle. She opened his linen shirt button by button but left it hanging from his shoulders and thick arms. The parted cloth exposed a broad, weather-browned chest softened by age, gray hair spreading over hard old muscle and running down the heavy curve of his belly. Scars crossed one shoulder and disappeared beneath the flesh at his side. When Kaya ran her hands over him, she felt the little tremor of a man trying not to react too eagerly.

"Go on. Take a good look," he said. "I know I'm not a young stud anymore."

"I'm not disappointed." Kaya ran both hands down his sides. "You're broad, you've got scars everywhere, you're gray, and someone feeds you well."

Pell barked a laugh. "Now that's honest. Don't forget stubborn."

Kaya kissed an old scar above his heart. "I like looking at you, but I haven't seen your cock yet."

She pressed lightly against his chest until he sat upon the edge of the bed. Then she knelt between his spread knees and removed his boots. One needed a determined tug before it came free, making Pell grunt and Kaya giggle. She set them neatly aside, drew his belt through its buckle, and opened the trouser buttons one by one. Kaya could have undressed him quickly. She preferred the little delay, the growing patch of gray hair between the parted fabric, and the knowledge that something no one downstairs could see was about to be shown to her.

Pell raised his hips so she could draw his trousers and linen drawers down his legs. When they joined the boots upon the floor, the captain was left wearing nothing except his shirt, completely unbuttoned and hanging loose around his broad body.

Kaya settled back upon her heels to look. Her slim young body appeared almost luminous against his darker bulk. Pale shoulders narrowed into a delicate waist, her small breasts remained bare, and her little buttocks rested upon her heels with only a thin stripe of white lace tucked between them. Pell sat above her with his knees wide, huge, tanned, and hairy, his heavy belly pushing forward between the open halves of his shirt.

Pell watched her face more closely than he watched her hands. He had crossed oceans, buried friends, raised sons, and commanded men for longer than Kaya had been alive. None of it mattered while a pretty young woman knelt between his naked thighs and studied his cock. The venerable captain wore the same hopeful, impatient expression Kaya had seen on deckhands receiving their first intimate attention. Men could be stern, proud, shy, or frightening in every other part of life. Once a woman reached for their cock, they all became excited boys waiting to hear that she liked what they had.

Kaya did like it. His compact cock rested beneath the overhang of his belly and above a long, wrinkled scrotum. It was barely half the length of Harun's and almost its opposite in every other way. Harun had been long and gnarly, with heavy foreskin gathered around the head. Pell's was cleaner and simpler: circumcised, blunt at the tip, and thick almost from root to crown. As it hardened beneath her gaze, it gained more firmness and girth than length, becoming a pleasantly plump pink barrel. For no sensible reason, it made her think of a piglet. The private comparison only made her smile more fondly.

Beneath it hung an old man's sac, loose enough to leave the two small balls dangling a funny distance below the shaft. The skin was thin, deeply wrinkled, and sparsely covered in gray hair. Harun's balls had certainly been larger. Looking at Pell's, Kaya could not help thinking he must be less fertile, almost as if decades of ejaculations had slowly shriveled them while other men's balls simply refilled themselves without limit. She had no idea whether that was how balls actually worked. It was simply what the little testicles suggested to her as they shifted at the bottom of their oversized pouch.

Pell cleared his throat. "Well?"

Kaya wrapped one hand around the thick shaft. With the other, she gathered the loose scrotum into her palm and gently stroked the small balls through its folds. She began with nothing more than that: one hand moving slowly up and down his cock while the other cupped and rolled what hung beneath it.

Then she tilted her face and smiled up at him, letting her pale hair slip over one shoulder. Elise had taught her the value of that sweet, curious look. A young mistress could excite some men far more by seeming delighted with what she had discovered than by trying to sound experienced. Kaya had somehow known it would suit Pell. The pose was practiced, but the interest shining through it was entirely her own.

His shoulders relaxed. The cock jumped in her grip, and for a moment his weathered face held the helpless pleasure of a much younger man.

“You’re nice and fat,” Kaya said.

Pell gave a low chuckle. “You approve, then?”

“Oh, yes.” She gave him another slow stroke, openly studying what she held. “I like how thick you are.”

“Good, because that’s what you’ve got for the night.”

Kaya smiled. “I was hoping so.”

Kaya took her time touching him. Her right hand slid from root to bare head and back again, while her left followed the peculiar sway of his hanging sac, stroking the small balls with almost protective gentleness. She traced the exposed rim of his head with one fingertip, enjoying how different it felt without foreskin gathered beneath it. Then she rubbed her thumb over the smooth crown, opened the slit gently, and watched a clear bead appear. Pell's breath caught before she had even used her mouth.

That reaction delighted her. She leaned forward and licked the bead away, then circled the entire bare head with the tip of her tongue. He tasted clean, faintly salty, and freshly washed, without any musk hidden beneath folds of skin. She followed the thick vein along the underside, kissed the barrel-shaped shaft from several directions, and returned to the broad crown because every pass across it made his belly tense.

"Gods," Pell murmured. "You really do like looking at one."

"I like seeing what a man has under his clothes."

Her attention moved lower. Kaya gathered the drooping scrotum in both hands, feeling how much loose skin surrounded the small balls. She licked slowly across its wrinkles and sparse hair, following every fold with her tongue until Pell gripped the edge of the mattress.

"I thought I was the one getting spoiled tonight," he said.

Kaya let his sac settle back into her hands and smiled up at him. "You are. I just like sucking cock."

She placed a hand around the base and opened her mouth over the plump head. "I'm going to gobble it up. Hup."

His entire cock slid into her mouth. The short length let Kaya press her lips into his gray pubic hair without taking the head into her throat, but the barrel-like girth spread her lips and filled her mouth much more than she expected. She drew back slowly, cheeks hollowing around him, then sank to the root again while her tongue worked the ridge of his circumcised head.

Because he was so short, there was little reason to linger halfway. Kaya simply bobbed her head, drawing back until only the plump crown remained between her lips and then taking him all the way again. Her nose brushed his gray hair at the bottom of every stroke. It was an easy, satisfying rhythm, and the pleasure running across Pell's face made it fun. Kaya liked discovering what her mouth could do to a man almost as much as she liked having a cock in it.

After several full strokes, she pulled off and kept his wet shaft moving in one hand. Her other hand scooped up the long, drooping sac. Kaya dipped down and opened wide and drew the whole dangling pouch between her lips, loose skin folding warmly over her tongue until both small balls rested together inside her mouth. She sucked them as though his scrotum were a soft little second cock, hollowing her cheeks while her fist continued sliding over the stiff one above it.

Pell's belly clenched. "Gods, Kaya."

She released his sac with a wet slurp. It dropped back into her palm, both balls shifting at the bottom. Kaya grinned up at him and kept stroking.

Kaya kissed the blunt head and licked the precum from it.
The old captain watched his compact shaft disappear between Kaya's lips again, his free hand flexing uselessly at his side. She resumed bobbing from crown to root, taking all of him with every dip.

Pell's hand settled in her hair, gently gathering it away from her face so he could watch. Kaya immediately pulled off.

"Don't just pet me." She caught his wrist and planted his hand firmly against the back of her head. "Grab me. You can fuck my mouth."

Pell stared at her. "You mean that?"

Kaya answered by opening her mouth over his cock and taking him to the root. She looked up and nodded, making his whole shaft move inside her mouth.

His fingers tightened properly this time. Pell held her head with both hands and began feeding his cock between her lips in quick, eager strokes. Its shortness made the act simple. The bare head bumped against the back of her tongue, her lips slid down the fat shaft, and her nose met his gray pubic hair over and over without anything reaching her throat. Saliva ran down her chin. His loose scrotum swung beneath her mouth, its wrinkled bottom brushing her wet skin while the small balls bounced inside.

"Kaya," he breathed. "Look at me."

She lifted her eyes without releasing him. The sight seemed to strike the old man harder than any practiced trick. His fingers trembled in her hair, and his smile returned, openly delighted.

"You're beautiful like that."

Kaya rubbed herself through her narrow lace panties and hummed around the fat shaft.

"You're very good at this," he said, sounding amazed rather than commanding.

She hummed again, wrapped one hand around his wrist to encourage him, and used the other to squeeze his dangling balls gently through their loose pouch. Giving him control did not stop her from working. She tightened her lips, flattened her tongue beneath his shaft, and sucked while he thrust. His wrinkled sac began drawing tight in her palm, pulling the two small balls closer to his body.

"I'm close," he warned. His breath hitched. "Please don't stop."

Kaya sealed her lips around him while the cock jerked and released a hot spurt across her tongue. She swallowed, felt another pulse fill her mouth, and kept sucking through the weaker final contractions. Pell's thighs tightened on either side of her shoulders. His hands held her close until he had emptied himself completely.

When he released her, Kaya drew back slowly and licked the softening, circumcised head clean. She made a show of swallowing once more, then opened her mouth to display her empty tongue.

"I ate it all up."

For several seconds Pell could only stare. Then he leaned back upon both hands and laughed until his belly shook and his damp cock bounced beneath it.

"You really did enjoy that," he said.

Kaya rose, wiped her chin, and kissed him. "I love sucking cock."
Pell tasted himself upon her tongue. Instead of recoiling, he caught her face in both hands and kissed her harder. His cock softened against her thigh, but his appetite had not. He lifted Kaya from the floor, placed her upon the bed, and stripped away her panties and stockings. Then he eased backward against the pillows, his unbuttoned shirt spreading around his broad body, and drew her across his chest. Kaya expected him to pull her beneath him. Instead, he positioned her knees on either side of his head.

"Captain?"

"Sit."

Kaya hovered above his face. She could feel his breath warming her wet folds and see the white beard waiting beneath them.

"What about your shoulder? And I don't want to smother you."

Pell squeezed her ass. "Kaya, I took a broken timber through the thigh and lived. I can handle your little pussy. Sit down."

His hands closed around her bottom and pulled.

Kaya's folds settled over his mouth. Pell groaned into her as though receiving another course at supper. His tongue dragged broadly from her entrance to her clit, rough and wet, while his beard scraped the tender skin around it. Kaya caught the headboard, startled by the blunt pleasure.

Pell ate without elegance. He licked noisily, sucked her clit between his lips, and pushed two thick fingers into her pussy whenever he wanted to hear her cry louder. Each time Kaya tried to lift herself and give him air, his arms tightened around her thighs and dragged her cunt back onto his face.

"Oh," Kaya gasped. "You really are a greedy old man."

His answer vibrated directly against her clit.

Kaya reached up and squeezed both breasts. Her hips began to move without conscious decision, rubbing her pussy across the captain's mouth and beard. The same man who had spoken so gently of her mother now lay beneath Beyza's young daughter, his broad hands spread across her ass while she rode his face. The thought was filthy enough to sharpen every lick.

Her orgasm built quickly. Kaya's stomach tightened, her thighs closed around Pell's ears, and a bright cry escaped her as pleasure spilled through her. He continued licking through every contraction, beard shining with her wetness, until her arms trembled and she collapsed forward against the headboard.

Only then did he let her rise.

Kaya slid down his body and lay beside him, flushed and breathing hard. Pell wiped his mouth with the back of one hand, looking thoroughly pleased with himself.

"Much better," he said.

Kaya looked down. His cock had recovered while she sat upon his face. It stood short and stout against the heavy curve of his belly, its bare head shining with a bead of precum.

"That's not a tired cock."

"Of course not! Not when the loveliest lady on the East Blue is sitting on my face!."

Pell rolled over her. His age became tangible in the weight of him, the heat of his belly pressing against her flat stomach, the gray hair scraping her breasts, and the careful way he protected his stiff shoulder while settling between her legs. Kaya opened her thighs eagerly. His compact cock rested against her slit, shorter than the slender sailors she had taken but much plumper, and solid enough to make her pussy tighten in anticipation.

Pell rubbed the bare head through her wetness before pressing forward. Kaya watched it enter and saw her pink opening stretch around the broad crown. The squat, barrel-like shaft slid steadily inside until his hips met hers. There was no struggle and no pain. He did not reach as deeply as longer men, but his girth filled the lower length of her pussy and pressed pleasantly against its sensitive front wall.

Kaya could not help vaguely missing Tsujo's wonderful, impossible fullness. His cock had forced her little opening into a wide ring and filled so much of her that it had seemed to occupy her whole body. Pell's compact cock could not give her that, and she missed it a little. What it gave her instead was a firm massage concentrated near the front of her pussy. When he drew back and pushed in again, the blunt crown rubbed the same tender place and pulled a surprised little yip from her.

Pell stared down at where the young woman's thighs surrounded his old hips.

Kaya squeezed him deliberately. "Does my pussy feel good, Captain?"

"Fuck, yes. You're hot, tight, and soaking my balls." He drew back and pushed in again. "And you're all mine until morning."

The possessive words made her pulse around him. Kaya smiled up at him. "Yes! Fuck me as much as you want and whenever you feel like squirting… Don’t hold back and let it all out!"

Pell began slowly, perhaps intending to preserve his strength or the dignity of an older gentleman. Kaya wrapped her legs around his waist and met each thrust with an eager answer.

"Yes. Yes. Yes."

She kept the word moving in time with his hips, opening her mouth upon every thrust and looking past Pell's gray head at the ceiling. Whenever his blunt crown rubbed the front of her pussy just right, a higher, nearly surprised sound broke between the yeses and her eyes rolled back for real.

There was something almost sweet about how earnestly Pell humped her. He buried every inch on each stroke, his belly met hers, and his face tightened with the satisfaction of a man giving a woman everything he had. Kaya could still feel all the unused depth beyond his blunt head. Her pussy could be pushed much deeper than this and her little opening spread much wider. Pell's thick little barrel massaged the front pleasantly, but the rest of her seemed to be waiting for a cock which could reach it. The awareness left a faint trace of consternation beneath her dreamy expression.

"Yes. Yes. Ah! Yes."

That empty depth made her think of Harun. His cock had been so much longer, a heavy, gnarly thing which most likely would have plowed deep into her pussy right there in the alley if she had lifted her skirt and let him. Harun would certainly have been happy to do it. Kaya found herself picturing her pale legs around his waist and that big old cock reaching the places Pell could not. Perhaps she should wander through that alley a little more often in the future and see whether Harun happened to be there. No, she corrected herself, going there on purpose would be awfully naughty.

The thought curled the corners of her mouth into a private smile. Pell saw it, heard her continuing yeses, and drove into her more confidently. The steady chant felt a little rote if Kaya thought about it. Elise and the other women had assured her that men were rarely discerning while they were humping away. They heard approval, saw a pretty face lost in pleasure, and became much more confident. Pell was no exception. His restraint lasted less than a minute before he seized one of Kaya's thighs and pushed it toward her chest.

His belly struck her stomach. His drooping scrotum slapped wetly beneath her pussy. The bed creaked under their combined weight as the captain drove his cock into her with a greed hidden completely during supper. Kaya welcomed it. She liked the transformation, liked knowing that her body could strip the dignity from a man who had commanded ships longer than she had been alive.

Pell caught both her wrists in one broad hand and pinned them above her head. His other hand gripped her hip, holding her still while he shortened his thrusts and hammered the thickest part of his cock through her stretched opening. Kaya's steady yeses quickened with him, punctuated by breathless yips whenever the broad head found that sensitive place inside her.

"I've got this pussy until morning," he said through clenched teeth. "I'm going to wear it out."

Kaya's breasts bounced between them. She gazed up at him with breathless, genuine curiosity. "Can you really keep doing this until morning?"

The question pulled a growl from him. Pell hooked her knee over his good shoulder and folded her beneath his weight. The new angle made his broad head drag firmly along the front wall of her pussy while his thick shaft stretched her opening with every stroke. Kaya cried out and strained against the hand binding her wrists. His white beard dragged across her throat as he bent to bite and suck the skin beneath her ear.

He looked obscene above her. Sweat shone upon his weathered face. His loose belly flattened against her young body with each thrust, and his wrinkled sac slapped beneath them while he used the mistress of the Welcome House with all the appetite his courteous blue coat had concealed. Kaya found the sight intensely arousing. She opened her legs farther, taking the weight and cock of a man who could easily have been her grandfather and wishing his officers could see what their dignified captain had become.

"That's better," she panted. "Fuck me like the greedy old hog you are."

Pell laughed once, rough and breathless. "Old hog, am I?"

He released her wrists, caught her around the waist, and rolled her onto her stomach. Kaya gathered her knees beneath herself without being told. Pell knelt behind her, spread her ass with both hands, and watched his cock slide from her soaked pussy before pushing it back in.

"Fuck, look at that ass," he said.

Kaya looked back over one shoulder. "Then get a good look."

His palm cracked across her ass. The sting startled a moan from her. Pell gripped the reddening cheek and began fucking her from behind, using her hips to pull her onto every thrust. Kaya braced upon her elbows. His belly struck her lower back and his long scrotum swung against her clit, the small balls inside adding little slaps of pleasure beneath the heavy strokes inside her.

The position demanded less from his shoulder and gave him new strength. He settled into a hard, selfish rhythm, muttering about her tight little cunt, her pretty ass, and the outrageous luck of an old merchant who had lived long enough to buy a night with Beyza's daughter. Kaya's practiced yeses broke into genuine gasps as she pushed backward to take him, reaching beneath herself to rub her clit whenever the fullness alone was not enough.

Eventually Pell's thrusts became uneven. His breathing roughened and one knee slipped against the coverlet. He caught Kaya's hips and held her tightly against him while his cock pulsed inside her.

The change sent a stronger thrill through Kaya than any single thrust had. His little balls had drawn tight beneath him, and she knew they were ready to empty. This was what she had been awaiting with patient certainty. Men varied in size, stamina, and skill, but Kaya's body greeted their endings in the same wonderful way. Once a man's hot sperm began pulsing inside her and painting her womb, an orgasm always followed.

The other women were jealous. Mirka had called it cheating, while Sophie had demanded to know whether Kaya knew some trick she had neglected to share. Elise had merely smiled when Kaya confessed it. "Your mother was exactly the same. Every time a man spent inside her, she came around him. It is in your blood."

Kaya possessed so few memories of her mother that the inheritance felt precious. Every warm load gave her one intimate experience she knew they had shared.

"I'm close," he managed. "Tell me where."

Kaya turned beneath him until she lay on her back again, keeping his cock inside throughout the awkward movement. She wrapped both legs around his waist and pulled the old captain down over her.

"Inside, please!"

Pell's hips slowed. "Are you sure?"

His hesitation left Kaya in a frustrating state. Her orgasm was waiting just out of reach for the first hot pulse of cum. If he pulled out now, she knew it would slip away.

She had no idea whether she was already pregnant. Deep down, Kaya believed that if a baby had begun, Tsujo had made it. His cum had arrived first, in thick floods, again and again. Many men had followed, which made certainty impossible, but Pell's one load seemed unlikely to decide anything.

"Don’t worry about anything." she said. "Just cum without a care!" Kaya tightened her legs around him. "Please, Captain. I'm right there. I need your cum."

Pell groaned and buried his face against her neck. "Gods, Kaya."

"Please," she repeated, squeezing him with her pussy. "Don't stop now."

A wicked grin split his face and Pell suddenly pushed her thighs apart and drove into her with all the strength he had left. The headboard struck the wall. Kaya's breasts jumped, his belly slapped hers, and his loose scrotum beat against her while she urged him toward the end.

"Come inside me," she told him. "Fill me up, Captain. I want it."

Pell buried the short shaft to its root and froze. His cock jerked inside her, and the first hot pulse made Kaya gasp. The second pushed her over. Her back arched, her eyes rolled upward, and her pussy clenched around the plump shaft as several more spurts spread their warmth through her. The practiced chant vanished beneath a real cry of pleasure. Pell groaned her name against her neck and ground his hips as though trying to press every drop into her womb.

"Yes," Kaya moaned, stroking the back of his head while the last contractions shook through her. "There it is. Give me all of it."

His arms failed before his cock finished softening. Pell sagged across her, his broad chest and belly covering nearly all of Kaya's slender body. She made a small sound as the air left her lungs.

"I'm crushing you," he muttered, trying to roll away.

Kaya locked her arms around him. "A little. Stay."

He settled carefully, still buried inside her while semen began leaking around his softening shaft. The weight was cumbersome, hot, and deeply satisfying. Kaya could feel every breath move his belly over hers and every fading twitch of the cock which had just filled her.

Once Pell could move again, he bathed, ate cold cherries before the fire, and spent the next hour telling Kaya about her mother. Beyza sang badly after dark rum, cheated at cards, and always removed her earrings before sex because a pearl had once struck a sailor in the eye. Those small stories gave Kaya more of her mother than the solemn portraits ever had.

Pell recovered once more near midnight. Kaya rode him on the couch beneath Beyza's portrait, doing most of the work to spare his bad knee. The coupling was slower, but his thick little cock still rubbed pleasantly against the front of her pussy. He came inside her again, and the thinner load brought Kaya to another orgasm.

They ended the night in bed. Pell fell asleep quickly with one scarred hand across Kaya's belly. She remained awake until the party downstairs began to fade. The old captain had given her two warm loads inside her, several memories of her mother, and a pleasant night. Kaya covered his hand with her own and went to sleep.