More Crack for the Masees
Title: Girls Gone Wild
Style: Crack
Genre: Comedy, Smut
Rating: R, NC - 17
Pairings: Norrington/ Sophie/The Black Pearl
Warnings: Ambiguous Consent, Threesome, FemmSlash, etc…
Authoress: FF.Net, AFF.Net - Sat-Isis/Suten Net -- LJ -
cassiopaya
Inspiration:
nomuh
Summary: What the camera did not show us when Norrington was swabbing the deck in DMC.
For the first time in many months, Sophie felt utterly magnificent. Finally, she was getting a bath, submerged in a bucket of clean, cool water with just a hint of soap. Bubbling happily, Sophie floated the surface and fanned out her hair in the water. Rustling slightly in the water, like a dog, she started to feel the grime come away. She was about to sigh in ecstasy when Norrington fished her out of the bucket and plopped her on the deck of the Black Pearl.
“Bastard,” she thought. Sophie was still not speaking to him, not that it mattered much as he seemed to be ignoring her completely as well.
“I do hope that’s not in reference to me,” said a bubbly, high-pitched voice, startling the wig into spasms on the deck.
“Who said that?” Sophie cried.
“I did,” the voice replied.
“…and who are you?” Sophie deadpanned.
“I am The Black Pearl, but you can call me Pearl for short,” the voice, apparently that of the Black Pearl, replied.
“A pleasure to make your acquaintance, I am Sophie,” the wig introduced herself. The ship giggled.
“Whatever is the matter?” Sophie queried.
“Oh, we’re about to become a bit more intimately acquainted. I’m glad, you’re very soft, not at all like those brushes,” Pearl answered.
“I am afraid I do not understand,” Sophie was become frustrated with this flighty ship. Laughing, Pearl explained,
“If I’m not mistaken, and I’m not, that bloke is about to swab my deck with you.”
“WHAT?!” shouted Sophie, suffering from an attack of CAPSLOCK, “Are you about to tell me that after months of being unkempt, dirty, smelly, and covered in pig shite and vomit, not to mention other unsavories, that my first bath’s purpose is so that I may wash you?! Wash you and bloody make love to you?!”
“…Aye?” Pearl answered, a bit shocked at the little wig’s outburst.
“Bloody James Norrington! I hate you!” Sophie screamed.
“There, there now, lovie,” Pearl spoke in calming tones, “’tisn’t so bad. ‘Tis rather pleasant actually, once you get into the rhythm of it.”
The little wig trembled in rage as Norrington grasped her firmly in hand, “Fine then, I shall spite him and enjoy every moment of it!”
“That’s the spirit!” Pearl crowed triumphantly.
Then Norrington pressed her against the Pearl’s wood, sliding her languorously against the deck. Sophie had expected to fake her reactions, but found herself truly moaning at the sensation of Pearl’s hard wood. The Black Pearl was also pleased, though no wave merited it, she bucked in the water, “Oh, lovie, do that again.”
In an almost even rhythm, Norrington was rubbing Sophie against a section of Pearl’s deck, back and forth, back and forth. “Oh my, oh my, yes, yes, oh yes!” she whimpered. The soap frothing between their warm bodies, Norrington’s hand guiding her, creating delicious friction and Sophie was panting and keening against Pearl. Pearl was rocking against her, groaning, bucking the waves, loving how the little wig never missed a spot. “Sophie, love, you’re so good to me. Ouh, aye!”
And then Sophie was lifted off of Pearl and sploshed into the bucket. There was not even enough time to cry out in alarm. She was so dazed she may as well have been smacked back on the deck.
“Opps, sorry lovie, shoulda warned you about that!” Pearl sounded a bit flushed, continuing, “Ouh! You’re cold; you’ll warm up again though.”
Sophie was trying to find her equilibrium, her body halfway between aroused and cold, she was having a difficult time getting back into the moment. Norrington had shifted to scrub another area of the deck, one that was sun warm, and Sophie was able to pick up some heat. Pearl seemed to be a bit more sensitive here; Sophie could feel the ship tense beneath her body.
Though Norrington’s hand guided her, Sophie became an active participant, pressing herself more firmly against Pearl and fanning out her sudsy hair, covering more wood with each movement. The ship moaned with each pass of Norrington’s arm and Sophie was ever so excited at being able to please such a large, strange lover.
In a moment of complete coincidence, Norrington slid his wig over a knot in the wooden plank of the deck of the Black Pearl just as he began to eavesdrop on her captain. Pearl shuddered and cried out, and Norrington, not paying any attention to what he was doing, proceeded to rub over that stop with Sophie again and again and again…
“Sophie! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! I'll die if you stop! I swear it! Oh! Aye! Don’t stop!” Pearl keened, near incoherence, her body tensing and quivering like a bow with a knocked arrow. She bucked against the surf, undulating under Sophie, and Sophie was eating it up. The little wig put her back into it, Norrington’s strong, warm hand guiding her, pressing her against Pearl. Hard against soft, hard against soft… They were hot and slick against each other now, the soap a wonderful lubricant, and Sophie was purring in pleasure, vibrating with it, so very close to coming.
Crying out suddenly, Sophie fell to pieces under Norrington’s hand, against Pearl’s sweet spot, her body utterly pliant. He was still sliding her over that knot in the wood and now Sophie was purring in her afterglow. “Oh my, that was nice, very nice.” She could feel Pearl’s tension ratchet up a notch each time her vibrating body passed over sweet spot in a rhythmic fashion and then, just as suddenly as Sophie, the Black Pearl climaxed. All of that tension was unleashed from inside her all at once: tremors wracked her from her bowels all the way up to the tippy-top of her masts and then came thundering down again. As the pleasure echoed throughout her body, the Pearl said shakily to Sophie,
“Goodness, love! You sure did ‘shiver me timbers.’” Sophie managed to giggle back through her purring, “Yes, it was quite a ‘hair-raising experience’ for me as well.”
“We should do this again some time,” Pearl said, “soon.”
“Indeed we should, making love for revenge is the best,” Sophie replied.
The End.
It's times like these I think about leaving the house more often and making some friends... But then where would the evidence for my Not Guilty Due to Reason of Insanity Case be?