Voyage
by mardel
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I little sea adventure with HIM as his character from CC, Martin Pinzon. 



Martin paced the deck of his ship, the Santa Maria. They were due to start with 
the tide but all of the supplies had not arrived as promised.  He was ready to 
tell the crazy man in charge of this trip to forget it. He wasn't going to lead 
his men off into the  unknown with no supplies. 
"I  can no believe they expect us to travel for months with out the proper food 
and water."
He was pacing and talking to his assistant, Cero. 

" I can take a message to Columbus for you Captain." Cero offered.
"I will go an see him myself." Martin made the decision. "Bring me my cape at 
once."

"Si, Captain. Right away." Cero hurried off to retrieve the cape from the cabin. 

Cero had begun working for the Captain the year before, he'd worked his way into 
the trusted position of  valet. He did anything and everything for his Captain. 
They had lived through a attack by pirates in the Indies during their last 
voyage. Cero admired  Martin Pinzon more that any other man he'd ever known. 
Cero was only twenty years old and had been at sea most of his life. But he'd 
worked for several different men in his life. Pinzon was by far the most fare 
and honorable. He was also the most handsome.
Cero knew his Captain was  a man the ladies panted for. His exploits in the 
cities they visited when the voyage was done were ledged. His wife adored him, 
his mistress adored him. He was never with out a beautiful woman when they were 
at port. 

He retrieved the cape, and draped it over his Captain's broad shoulders.  He was 
the a perfect example of a Italian nobleman. His shirt fitted to his magnificent 
build just so, showing the power of his chest and arms. His breeches clung to 
the muscle of his thighs, his groin covered with a simple cod piece. His sword  
belt hung at his waist, the cape draped from his wide shoulders. His dark hair 
was lush and full, framing his strong handsome features. His dark brown eyes 
shone in his anger with the stupidity of the situation.  

"Stay here Cero, I will back soon." Captain Pinzon slapped his assistant on the 
shoulder, and stomped off down the gangway. 

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" Idiot, he wants us to leave on the tide so we are leaving for Spain at once, 
without the supplies." Martin slammed his fist down on his chart table. He'd 
just entered his cabin after his return from visiting Columbus. They were about 
to set sail, the evening tide assisting with the ships to the open sea. 

Martin was busy piloting his ship for several hours. He dreaded the crossing to 
Spain, they had only three quarters of the water they needed for the trip. Food 
was another matter, his cooks could catch fish and make up the difference.  The 
weather was good, but they always had bad winds near Corsica.. The trip would 
take two weeks. He settled in for a nap, wanting to be on deck in several hours 
for the course change. After he had settled in his bunk, closed his eyes and 
tried to relax, his scenes noticed something different. There was a sweet scent 
in the air, but it was not coming from his porthole window. He concentrated his 
scenes on the sweet smell, it was perfume!
Cero or someone had used his cabin for a liaison with a woman while he was gone.
Her sent lingered in his bedding, but when he sniffed his sheets they were clean 
and no sweet smell clung to them. Martin stood and carefully checked his cabin. 
It was only twenty feet by fifteen feet, not a large cabin, but not so small 
either. 
He located the sweetness, his wardrobe locker. He relit his cabin lantern then 
he pulled open the door and a pile of rags fell on his feet. 
The pile moved and squealed. " No sir, please I meant no harm, don't beat me." 
"Beat you, the punishment for stowaways is keel hauling." Martin was smiling, 
she was a skinny wench, long legs and lots of black hair. "Explain yourself and 
be quick about it!' He ordered in a voice twice as deep as ususal. 

The girl, trembled  at his feet. " I had to hide on your ship Captain. I was 
about to be sold to a hideous old man who liked to beat his servants. He was 
going to force me." She was crying now, Martin could barley understand her. " He 
was going to rape me." she sobbed.

He was sorry now he'd growled so loudly at her. He knelt down and lifted her 
chin, her eyes were huge, violet-blue and full of tears. " I will not let such a 
thing happen to you. I will take you away from here. I won't turn you in to the 
harbor master." 

"Thank you Captain, thank you." She kissed his strong hand, " You are a 
gentleman and a savior." 
" Stand up, tell me your name girl." She stood, her legs wobbly from her time 
bent up in his wardrobe. She smoothed her, over gown, attempting to straighten 
her clothing. 

Martin saw she was not exactly a girl, her figure was mature, her breasts full 
even in her emaciated state. "Your name?" He asked again, but in a softer voice.

"Angela," She looked up at him, then back at her hand folded against her body. 
Martin nodded, and paced towards his bunk then back. "You will have to stay here
in my cabin if you desire to remain in hiding. Other members of my crew would 
turn you in for the reward." 
She nodded, her eyes on his face. Angela noticed her benefactor was a handsome
virile man, she may have run from the fox and ended up with a wolf. 
" I could repay you for your kindness Captain, as servant for your family.
I am good with children, and I am a quick learner." 
"My children do not need a nanny. You do not need to repay me." Martin dismissed 
the idea, with a wave of his left hand. 
"When was the last time you ate?" He came to stand in front of her again.
"Yesterday, Captain." 
Martin went to his door and called out. "Cero!" 
His servant came on the run, "Si Captain?" 
"Bring me some food and knock when you return." 
"Si, Captain right away." 

Cero returned with bread, fruit and meat. " Cero, knock when you come back to 
wake me for the watch change,. you may go."  
"Si, Captain."
 
Martin handed the food to Angela and pulled his chair out for her to sit and 
eat.

"Grazie," she took the meat and bread and ate. 

He dung in his locker for his hammock,  the ropes he used to hang it from during 
rough seas were already in place he tied the rope bed in place hanging from the 
ceiling cross beams. 

"I will sleep in my bunk, you will sleep here. You will learn to appreciate the 
hammock once you have mastered climbing into it." 

"Si, grazie Captain."   

Martin reached for the apple and ate it while she devoured her meal. 
"I need to sleep, so I will put the light out again. If  Cero comes back don't 
worry, him you can trust, he is loyal to me." 

Angela nodded, and moved towards the hammock. She climbed in with only one
false start. Martin blew out the lantern and returned to his bunk. He knew 
before the voyage was over, he would regret helping Angela. 

Angela was sound asleep in her hammock, the strain of the past few days having 
caught up with her. She jumped awake when a knock came at the door of the cabin. 
"Captain it is time." 
"Si, Cero I am coming." Martin stretched, he'd only slept a short time due to 
his stowaway. Moon light was coming in from the window, she stared from her 
hammock as he stretched. The ties at his shirt front falling open to expose the 
wide powerful expanse of his chest. Angela swallowed, he was magnificent her 
savior. A man of honor, a man of strength. 
A man of learning if he was a ship captain. She could feel stirring in her 
loins, she'd only been with a man once. A boy really, when she was made to work 
for the first man  she'd been sold to. But he'd died. His daughter was the one 
who was selling her to the old man.

Her captain was no boy, he was a man, from head to toe. 

"Stay in the cabin, I will tell Cero you are here. You will only be safe if you 
stay here."
Martin warned her. He pulled on his jacket and stepped out of his cabin. 

Angela sighed, once he'd gone. She hoped she could have a chance to freshen up
before he returned. She'd over heard it was only a course change, he wouldn't be
gone a long time and she needed to use the chamber pot. 

Martin was gone for nearly an hour. Angela was sleeping in the hammock when he
returned. He removed his jacket, and checked on her, her breathing was deep and 
regular.
"Poor child, she is exhausted." He pulled a small wool blanket from the end of 
his bed
and covered her with it. 

Cero woke Angela before he woke the captain. " Signora, wake up." He touched her 
shoulder and covered her mouth so she wouldn't speak loudly at being awaken.
Angela's eyes flew open, and she would have screamed if he'd not  taken the 
precaution.
"Captain is sleeping, if you need to.. " he indicated. "Come with me," 
Angela nodded, and slipped out of the hammock, Cero showed her to the only 
interior toilet on the ship it was next to the cooks quarters. The watch had 
changed an hour before, so all of the men were sleeping or on deck. 
Cero had been on board ship long enough to believe the superstition that a woman 
on board was bad luck. But it was the Captain, he had never put his ship in 
danger before. 

"Grazie, you are Cero?" 
"Si, I am the Captain's assistant. I will bring you food later. You must stay 
out of sight."
"I know. I  am Angela." 
"Si, he told me. You were hiding in his cabin." Cero looked her over. She was 
beautiful but she was also trouble. 
"Go back in the cabin, I will come back with food." 

Marin woke when Angela returned to his cabin. He was use to Cero moving about 
his cabin, but a beautiful woman was different. His body was responding to her 
presence. He was growing aroused, his codpiece rubbing his erection 
unmercifully. He stifled a groan into his pillow and rolled to his side, seeking 
some relief. 

"Are you awake Captain?' Angela moved towards the bunk. 
" Umm," Martin answered.

Cero returned and placed the food on the table. "Captain the winds are still 
fresh this morning. The mate wished to report." 
"Grazie, Cero I will be on deck as soon as I eat." 
Martin moved to the edge of his bunk, he was still fully aroused, and he wanted 
to escape the close confines of his cabin. He groaned as he moved to sit on the 
edge of the bunk. His huge erection crammed into the space behind his codpiece. 
"Ahh," he  shook his head, in an attempt to clear his head and regain his usual 
calm demeanor. 

"What may I serve you for breakfast this morning Captain?" 
"Caff‚ and rolls, are usual for morning fare." 
Angela poured him some of the dark liquid and passed him a roll. Cero had 
provided a second drinking vessel and she was drinking caff‚ from it. 
Martin drank his quickly, it was always cooled enough to drink once it reached 
his cabin.
He took a bite from the roll, and chewed. His eyes straying to Angela. She would 
be a very beautiful woman once she was cleaned up and properly dressed. Her best 
features were her huge violet eyes and the flowing dark hair. Martin fought back 
a second groan, as his erection throbbed for attention. 
"I will be on deck most of the day, stay out of sight."  
"Captain, may I mend your jacket for you, I noticed it is in need of repair?' 
"You may, Cero will provide you with sewing thread. Ciao" 
Martin practically rushed from the cabin, his boots in one hand and the roll 
stuffed in his mouth. 

It took him several minutes to calm down. He spent most of they day on deck, 
taking readings for course corrections, giving orders for more sails to be 
opened. 
"Captain, we are nearing the island" The call came down from the man on the top
sail, acting as lookout. 
"Bene, bene we are making good speed." he nodded, he was hungry it was well past
mid-day, he decided to eat his meal in his cabin. 

Angela had been working all morning, at first she had wanted to mend his jacket,
but the tear was worse than she'd realized, she needed to remove the damage and
make a new piece for his jacket. Cero provided her with the leather from the 
ships stores. One of the sail makers had made the Captain's jacket a few years 
before. Cero had offered to have it repaired several times but Martin hadn't 
thought it needed done. He only wore the jacket when he was aboard ship, it 
didn't have to be perfect.  Angela had mended it so well and added fancy 
stitching at the collar and shoulder. It made the jacket even more attractive. 
She was eager to see if her Captain liked her work. 

Martin knocked then entered, " Ciao Angela, are you well today?" 
"Si, Captain, I am busy. I have finished mending your jacket, would you care to 
inspect my work?" she held the jacket out to him. 
"I am sure is it fine, grazie." he nodded and took the jacket laying it on his 
bunk. 
"Have you eaten?" 
"Si, Cero brought me fruit a little while ago." she nodded and returned to her 
place near the window. 
"Would you mind mending other things while you are with us?' Martin asked, 
taking a seat at his chart table and pouring a mug of wine. 
"I would be happy to help in any way Captain." she nodded again, and glanced at 
him. Being near him was making her pulse quicken again. She was very attracted 
to him. 

Martin noticed her unease and misinterpreted it as fear. " Be at ease carino, no 
harm will come to you while you are on my ship." 
"Si, I know." she smiled, but it was a false smile.  She was wishing he would 
treat her more like a woman and less like a child. 

Cero entered with the captain's meal. 
"Cero you have been assisting Angela with her sewing needs?" 
"Si, Captain. She is talented with the thread and needle." 
"Oh? You have inspected her efforts?" Martin was surprised Cero would spend any 
time with the young woman. He was the most sigh man he'd ever met when it came 
to ladies.
"Si, your jacket is better now that it was new." Cero nodded and retrieved the 
garment from the bunk. He held it up so his master could see the improvements. 
Martin touched a finger to the new fancy stitching at the collar and design 
she'd added to the shoulder. " Grazie, Carino it is better than when it was new, 
Cero is right." Martin looked towards his guest. She was a surprise, such talent 
in such small hands. 

"Prego," she was happy he liked her handiwork. 

Martin returned to his meal and Cero returned the jacket to the bunk. He slipped 
out of the cabin and hurried to the locker he had stored the bolt of cloth in 
after the last trip to Greece. He'd obtained several good pieces of leather. 
They were still there, safe for his plan. 

Angela was feeling ill at ease still with Martin in the cabin. But she didn't 
feel it was her place to question him. So she remained quite while he ate,  
glancing at him every few seconds. He was  molto bello, with a strong jaw line 
and beautiful eyes. His hands were large, strong and shaped like one of the 
masters statues. She tried not to stare so
she looked out the window at the rear of his cabin. 

Martin was thinking, she'd offered to work for him as a servant in return for 
his rescuing
her from slavery. He could sponsor her as a seamstress, set up a shop for her in 
the best
part of a town. Take a share of the profits in return for his paying her costs 
until she became
established. He was ever on the look out for ways to increase his income. 

"Carino come sit with me, have some wine." Martin stood and waved her towards 
the small table. 
Angela moved foreward and took the seat offered her. 
"I wonder would you like to be a business woman? Make clothing for people, 
collet your what fees you ask?" 
" Si, if you know someone who would sponsor me." 
"I would sponsor you, you are very talented. Did you learn this skill from your 
madre?'
"Si, she taught me everything." Angela nodded, then looked sad, remembering.
"She is morta?" he asked seeing her distress. 
Angela nodded, her eyes brimming with tears. 
"I'm sorry Carino, I'm sure she is with the angels." Martin reached his hand to 
cover hers where it lay on the table, squeezing gently. 
"We will talk about this again later. You should rest. I will see you this 
evening." 
Martin drained the last of his wine, and stood to leave. 
"Captain, I will do as you say, I trust you. You are my savior."
Martin didn't like being referred to in this manner, he was merely doing as was 
proper. 
"No, Angela I am only a ship's captain." 

Cero waited until his master was back on deck to bring the leather pieces to the 
lady.
"Signora if you would fashion a garment from these for him, he is in need of new
clothing." 
"What should I make?" 
"Another jacket, if you will I can get cloth for a shirt." 
"Si, I can make anything you wish. It will be a pleasure." Angela smiled at 
Cero. 
He blushed and hurried out. Angela had a small bag of belongings she had escaped
with. In her bag was a measure tape. She took careful note of her Captain's 
current jacket size. And began her work. 


Martin was busy with the changing winds, they had to pull sails and reset new 
ones. He didn't return to his cabin until late that night. He'd removed his 
boots so as not to waken his guest and lay exhausted in his bunk, falling asleep 
quickly. 

But the following morning he awoke early, before Cero's knock on the door. 
Angela was still in her hammock, he wasn't sure if she was sleeping or only 
staying quite until he got out of bed. 
Martin came fully awake gradually, he'd dreamed during the night, but he could 
remember details of the dream. He was feeling rested, he stretched, and 
scratched. His body again responding to her presence with a morning erection. He 
glanced towards her, she was turned the other way, so he lowered a hand to his 
crotch, he slipped a hand inside his breeches rubbing his swollen cock. Madon 
she will drive me crazy before this crossing is over.  He stroked himself, 
easing the pressure slightly. He wished she was not so young, not so beautiful. 
He wouldn't feel guilty,... making love to her, if she weren't so virginal. 
Martin exhaled, stroking his cock harder, he wasn't sure if he could manage
to relieve his hard state without her hearing him. He began to breath faster, he 
was pumping his hand over the long swollen organ, building the pressure to 
climax. He was close to coming, when the knock came at his door.  He groaned and 
removed his hand, this condition would be obvious to Cero. His codpiece pushed 
forward over his massively aroused cock. 
" Si, Cero I am awake." Martin called. 
Cero entered the cabin, carrying the caf‚ and food. " Cook has sent you fish for 
breakfast Captain." 
"Fine, Cero. Angela will you join me for breakfast?" he asked groaning again as 
he moved to stand and get seated at the table before she could see his swollen 
condition.

"Grazie, Captain." she eased down from the hammock. 
"The companionway is empty, if you wish." Cero told her. 
"Grazie, excuse me." she stepped into the area between decks and walked the few 
feet to the toilet. 
"Cero, this will surely kill me. I'm so hard I could pound nails."  
"Si, Captain she is multo bella." 

Martin ate quickly and was gone from the cabin when she returned. 
"He was needed on deck, he says he is sorry to desert you, please forgive him." 
Cero passed on the message Martin had made him promise to give her. 

H Two more days passed with the identical reaction from his body each morning. e 
didn't make the mistake of attempting to relieve himself again. By the forth day 
of the crossing they were to anchor at Corsica  for several hours, to wait for 
the evening breezes. The men would be allowed to bath, swim or wash clothing 
while they were anchored. Martin loved to swim, he'd learned as a boy. He could 
never understand sailors who refused to learn, they spent their lives on water, 
but were afraid to go in water deeper than their waist. He stripped to his skin 
and dove off the fantail. His powerful body, glistening in the afternoon sun. 

Angela was watching from her perch at the window the best light for her sewing 
was there, even though the seat was hard. When  she glimpsed her captain, 
removing his clothing she knew she shouldn't watch, but once his shirt. was off 
she couldn't tear her eyes away. He was magnificent, she'd never  seen a man 
that looked so much like the statue in Rome. His back was to her by the
time he was completely naked. Still she blushed, when he moved to the edge of 
the rail and dove off the ship into the clear blue water. She was feeling that 
tingling in her loins again, and he wasn't even in the room with her. 

Martin returned to his cabin for his evening meal, he'd had Cero fetch him clean 
clothes after his swim. He was surprised to find a shirt he'd never seen before 
on the top of the pile of clothes. 
"What is this?" 
"She made it for you master." Cero whispered, so he wouldn't be overheard. 
"Where did the cloth come from Cero?"
"The supplies from the last voyage." 
"That was for the men to use." Martin warned him, he provided his men 
replacement clothing when the voyage was long and harsh. 
" This was extra, no one was cheated Captain." Cero assured him. 
"Bene I'll have no man say I they are treated poorly on my ship, capisce?" He 
held Cero by the shoulder and made him look into his eyes when he promised it 
was true.
"Si, Captain I understand. Is it not a beautiful shirt? She is very talented." 
"Si, bene she is very talented." Martin pulled the shirt on settling it on his 
shoulders his arms not restricted at all. "Very nice." he smoothed down his 
chest. There was a new vest also. Fancy stitching covering the front. "Cero you 
put her up to this, I didn't need so many new things." 
"She wishes to please you master. The vest she is nice no?" 
"Si, everything she has worked on is beautiful." He finished dressing and wished 
he owned a mirror large enough to view himself in, wearing his new clothing. 

Angela's breath caught in her throat when he came to the cabin. She'd work 
diligently for three days on the shirt and vest. She'd used one of her most 
beautiful stitches on the vest, one that was not feminine but decorative.  

"Grazie, Carino your work is beautiful." Martin greeted her, kissing her hand as 
he entered his cabin. 
"Prego, Captain. I'm so pleased you like them." 
"Pleased doesn't begin to express my feelings Angela." He held her seat for her, 
and then took his own place at the small table.     
Cero had already brought their meal. He poured them both wine and they talked 
while they ate. He asked her about her family, she answered telling him of her 
sisters and brother. She asked him how long he'd been at sea. 
"I've been at sea all my life it seems. I was a cabin boy for my uncle, then 
moved to seaman and mate. I've had my own ship for al most ten years."
"You look to young for that." Angela said, then blushed, she shouldn't have said 
so. 
"Grazie Carino, but I'll soon be forty." Martin exaggerated he was just thirty-
five and it was months until his next birthday. 

"I'm twenty two, but no one ever believes me. I look like a child but I am a 
woman."
Angela replied, hoping he'd understand her meaning. 

Martin was not sure he believed her either, she didn't seem that age. "As I 
asked you before, about setting you up in a shop, do you think you would like 
such an arraignment?"

"Si, Captain it would be wonderful. Would you come visit me at my shop 
sometimes?"

"You should call me Martin if we are to become partners." He smiled and poured 
them both more wine. 

They  talked more, and the light outside faded. Martin touched her hand, as he 
stood to leave to prepare to raise anchor. Then kissed her softly on the mouth,  
she trembled under his touch. She was as inexperienced as any young woman could 
be. 
"My sweet, I'll be back soon and we can continue to get to know one another." 

Angela was close to fainting from the way her blood was rushing through her 
body. As much as she wanted to be with him, she was frightened. He was gentle, 
but would he continue to be once he learned she was without skills? 

Martin was eager, anticipation was part of the pleasure of experiencing a new  
woman. He returned to his cabin, nearly aroused he was so eager to proceed.   

"Carino, are you awake?" 
The lights were dim in the cabin, but Angela was on the bed waiting for him. 
She'd bathed that afternoon, Cero had brought her water, once the fresh water 
was replaced at the island. She was wearing her clothes still, she wasn't brave 
enough to disrobe and wait for him. 
"Carino, you do want me as much as I want you?" he kissed her, leaning over the 
bed. 
Angela wrapped her arms around his strong neck,  opening her mouth to him, 
loving the feel of his chest pressed into her body. Martin kissed her gently, 
not wanting to scare her anymore. He traced her lips with his tongue, then her 
teeth, the roof of her mouth. Angela sighed, in his embrace. 
He'd removed his boots before entering his cabin as usual, he lifted his head, 
and looked into her eyes. " You are so beautiful Angela, make love with me, let 
me make love to you." 
"Si, Martin." 
He kissed her deeply, moving his tongue into her mouth, lifting her body into 
his. He kissed her eyes, her cheek, the spot below her ear, down her slender 
neck.
"So beautiful, cara." 
He eased aside her blouse, making her gasp in pleasure as his mouth tasted her
breast. Her hands were holding his upper arm, her eyes closed, as he nuzzled 
her. Martin, moved off her a moment to remove some of his clothing, he longed to 
feel her softness against his skin. He slipped off her skirt, leaving in only a 
under garment. Martin, moved in beside her, then returned to kissing, pressing 
his chest against her breasts. " You feel like heaven cara, don't be afraid."

Angela was trembling, but not entirely from fear, she was also aroused, wanting 
him, needing him. " You're molto bello ..." she sighed not realizing she spoken 
out loud.
Martin loved her praise, he'd heard such words from lovers before, but he'd not 
been a handsome young man, it wasn't until he'd matured that he'd reached his 
present pleasing looks. Not that he believed complements, but he loved to hear 
praise true  of not.  " Touch me cara, I crave your soft touch." 

Angela  stoked a hand down his broad back, her fingers tracing over the muscles. 
Martin continued to kiss her, pushing her hair off her face.  He moved over her, 
pressing his full erection into her groin. Angela moved under his hardness, 
wanting more, needing more. Martin rocked against her, her hands stroking his 
back, one down the swell of his arm. He groaned and slipped a hand to her waist 
pushing down her undergarment, testing her readiness for him. She was hot, wet 
and open. He moved off her, sliding down his breeches. He was over her, 
thrusting gently, "Relax, mei amourie, let me love you." he pushed forward, she 
was very tight. 
"So sweet, so tight around me." he groaned again and waited a moment for her 
to relax, kissing her, throat, her chin her mouth. 
Martin thrust deeper, easing forward until he was mostly seated. Then back, 
he built her need slowly, holding back his own pleasure until she exploded in 
hot white sparks of joy. Crying out her climax reached. 
"Ah, you have reached the stars little one, let go, fly high." He paused then 
began again, build both his and her pleasure until he was thrusting his entire 
hard length to the hilt. His breath roaring in his ears, he pumped over her, 
balancing his weight over her. His hips working faster.
"Oh God,  please...' she asked, not knowing what she needed exactly. 
"Almost cara, just a little more," he  thrust harder, deeper and felt his body 
reading for the explosion. He withdrew the entire long distended length of his 
organ and rammed it to the hilt. " God above, oaah." Martin ejaculated as Angela 
cried out her second orgasm reached. His body arched in a deep clench of 
pleasure as his cock emptied his seed. He'd held back so long it took three 
spurts for his body to begin to relax. But still he was hard, his cock buried 
deep, and fully aroused. This was not unusual for him, he was ever ready 
for love making he'd once spent an entire day with his mistress when he'd 
returned from a long voyage. But Martin eased back, slipped his arousal free of 
her. 

"Martin, that was wonderful. You are wonderful." 
"Grazie, cara." He kissed her cheek, moving to lay on his back, knowing he would
subside, soon. 
Angela moved to her side, tracing a hand over the hard rise of his chest. "You 
are so powerful. May I touch you now Captain?" 
'I am yours cara, use me was you wish." Martin closed his eyes and enjoyed her 
soft touch, her fingers tracing over his muscles, stroking, testing. 
But his eyes flew open again when her mouth closed over his nipple. "Ah, cara 
don't tease me."
"Why is this teasing you?" Angela lifted her head, she knew men liked to be 
touched there and in lowered regions too, she'd just never done so herself. 
"Cara a man's mistress may use her mouth on him in such a fashion, but never his 
wife."
"Can I be your mistress then?" Angela asked and returned to his nipple, sucking 
and licking, until it was a hard nub of male flesh. Martin's cock was still 
completely aroused.
And now it was throbbing, begging for attention from her tongue, her lips her 
mouth. 
"Tell me what you want from me Captain, I want to please you?" 

"Ah, sweet you must learn for yourself. But you might look lower for the 
answer." 
Angela looked down his body, she was unaware until then he was aroused, she 
didn't know a man could become hard again so quickly. She heard tales like any 
young girl, but didn't believe everything she heard. Martin was stupendo, his 
cock thick, long and hard, arched up to his abdomen. 
"Molto grande, you're so much."  she touched his throbbing member with her hand.
Martin arched into her  caress. "You're so hard, it feels like iron, your 
manhood." 
"Ah, cara you're just not use to how a man feels. I'm very like other men." 

"No, Captain, you're molto grande, I've seen other men. Even if I've not been 
with them." Angela caressed his length. Martin groaned at her soft caress. He 
wanted more harder, he needed more friction. He reveled in her praise. 

Angela stroked him needing both hands to cover all of him, she increased the 
pressure, he groaned deeper, she stopped. "I'm not hurting you?"    
"No, cara I love your touch, more prego. You won't hurt me, if feels so good." 

Angela stroked, harder, loving the noises he was making, his hips lifting into 
her hands.
He was breathing in ragged gasps when he sat up and pushed her on to her back. 
"Per favor cara, I need to mount you to finish." he traded places with her, and 
was slipping his long throbbing cock between her legs and pumping in long 
strokes before she realized his intent. 
"Ah, so hot so tight." He thrust deeply, using long solid strokes to reach a 
climax and still bringing her along for her third orgasm in less than an hour. 

Martin was exhausted for the moment, but he didn't collapse on top of her. He 
waited until his cock was done jerking, then slipped to lay beside her. Angela 
was overcome for the moment. He adjusted her against his side, stoking a hand 
over her hair. 

"Is it always so wonderful?" 
"It should be cara," he kissed her temple. 
They both drifted into sleep. 


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When he woke before dawn he wasn't surprised to find
himself hugely aroused. But with a soft female body next to him, he would have 
expected nothing less. He stroked a hand over the curve of her body, she was to 
thin.
But still she was beautiful, he might have to make her his next mistress after 
all. His current mistress had hinted to him that she had the offer of a husband 
from a widower but she was loyal to him and would only accept if he allowed it. 
   
Martin, rubbed his aroused cock against her hip bone,. then positioned her so he 
could mount her from behind, he could bring them both great pleasure this way.
He could stay hard the longest from such a position, he leaned over and kissed 
Angela
awake. " Wake up cara, I've a great need for you this morning." He moved his 
huge arousal against her, " Can you feel how much I need you?" 

"Molto grande, you're enorme." she looked wide eyes at him. 
" I won't hurt you cara, we will do it differently this time. Roll on to your 
stomach"
Martin positioned her, lifting her lower body up so he could mount her fully, 
"Ah, you're so tight cara, it feels perfect." He thrust deeply, seeking to bury 
his long cock to the hilt. 
"God above, Captain you will split me in half." Angela moaned, but lifted 
towards him even as she protested his size. 
Martin thrust until he was fully taken, then eased back and rammed back into 
place.
Angela moaned, he sighed and continued, " You like this, I'm not hurting you?" 
"No, Captain it is wonderful, more prego." she panted under him. 
Martin loved to be urged on, he thrust deeper, longer taking his time. Making 
her beg for her release. 
"Captain please,  I need to ..." she panted, so close but not being allowed to 
climax. Martin thrust harder, faster, giving her the climax she craved, but he 
continued to ride over her, prolonging his own orgasm until he was so ready when 
it came it hurt with pleasure. 
"God above,  madon."   
His hips were pistoning so fast at the last he was making the bunk rattle with 
his forceful thrusting. He stayed joined to her for several moments as his cock 
pumped hot cum deep into her body. The wave of pleasure still coursing through 
his body.   

Martin groaned and slipped his cock free of her softness, placing a kiss at the 
base of her neck. 
"Cara you make me hard so much. I can't get enough of you." 
" I've never felt like this, so satisfied, so sated." she purred. Rubbing 
against him, stroking a hand over his strong chest. 

Martin recovered, but it was still early, he pulled Angela over top of him and 
arranged her so her softness was pressed over his for the moment flaccid organ. 
" Would  you care to investigate further cara? You seemed curious last night." 
he laughed deep in his chest, it was a base rumple of male satisfaction. 

"Si, Captain you are molto bello, so strong, so big, all muscle." she stoked 
both hands over his shoulders, down his chest, over his ribs. Then back up over 
the swell of his biceps. "Such power, stupendo." 
Angela lowered her mouth to his, kissing him for the first time. Her breasts 
pressing into his chest felt like heaven. He cupped her ass and moved her over 
him, he was already growing hard again, his cock filling stretching, swelling 
longer, thicker, growing harder and harder. He groaned, her tongue tasting his 
mouth, imitating what he'd done the night before. He stretched, arching up into 
her softness, his cock inflating doubling its
size until he was so aroused it hurt. Martin slipped her opening over his 
pulsing cock.
Lifting her up and over his huge cock head, he was so massively swollen it ached 
to have
her squeeze over him. He thrust hard upwards, and Angela cried out, " My lord, 
no." 

"Si, cara, I need you so much, ride me sweetness, use me like a stallion." He 
pleaded with her to help him reach climax again. 

Angela opened her eyes, looking down at his dark eyes. He was supporting her, 
"Ride me cara, move your hips." he urged her. 
Angela moved, and found she was in control, it felt so full, so much, she eased 
forward and he groaned. She eased down and he groaned, she rocked back and she 
moaned. "Oh, God ...." 

Angela discovered the wonderful experience of a well hung man willing to be 
ridden. She rode wave after wave of pleasure, panting, and sweating for even 
more. When she finally collapsed on his chest after her sixth climax, Martin 
rolled her to her back and pumped hard and fast to reach his own orgasm. 
"Oh, cara my sweet, I have spoiled you for other men now." 

 "You have my lord, you're so enorme, no other man will please me now." 
Angela lay exhausted beneath him. Martin grinned, knowing it was possible, his 
other woman had told him the same thing. He'd only found a new man for his first 
mistress after she'd had him a few times and been assured she would still be 
satisfied. 

" I can not take credit for my body, it is what the lord provided me." he 
attemped to sound modest. "You may sleep late if you like. Or you may join me 
for breakfast."
Martin kissed her one last time and then moved to the edge of the bunk. He stood 
and stretched. Angela's eyes glued to him, every muscle in his body rippled as 
he stretched towards the roof of the cabin. His hands reaching the beam over 
head. She watched as he looked for his clothes. His cock, still large in it's 
relaxed state. His balls full high and huge. But laying against his powerfully 
muscled thighs anything else would have looked tiny. 

Martin found and pulled on his breeches, then his boots. He stretched again, the 
muscles of his chest flexing and jumping as he did. 
"AH," he shook his head, he was in need of his caffe. Angela was still laying 
back in the bed when the knock came. Martin prevented Cero from entering. 
He took the food and caffe from his servant and placed them on the table. 
"Are you joining me cara?' He poured himself caffe and took a deep drink. 
"Um, bene now I'm awake." he smiled.
"I like the view from here Captain." she teased him. 
Martin hadn't been teased by a woman in ages, he smiled. "Oh, you think you can 
lay about in bed all day now that we have been together?" he teased back. 

"I was just wondering now that I've had the pleasure. How does your puny cod 
piece manage to conceal your huge cock?" 
"This one dose not, the other fits better but is more uncomfortable, as it is 
leather." 
"Why not wear one that fits then my lord?" 
" It would be bragging, and not a good idea if you plan on dealing with 
noblemen." 
"So you are uncomfortable for the sake of business?" 
" Si, are you joining me?"
"Si, Captain. I will join you." 

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Angela  found her mind wandering to her Captain, again and again during the day. 
He was busy on deck the seas had grown rough. She'd attempted to sew but after
jabing her finger for the tenth time had put her work aside. She was reading his
bible now. She'd learned from her parents, before the misfortunes that had taken 
the small family fortune and caused the early death of her mother and father. 
There was a knock at the door, then Cero entered. "Signora, my master bids me to
tell you he will not be back until the storm weakens."
"Si, Cero thank you. Is this usual?" 
"Si we often encounter storms. He is safe." 
"Bene, grazie." She smiled, hearing him say it helped her to believe it was 
true. 

The storm lasted for the entire day and into the night, then began to ease after 
midnight.
Martin returned exhausted but pleased by the manner his crew handled the storm. 
Angela was unsure if she should sleep in his bed or the hammock. She decided the 
hammock he would probably be very tired when he came. Martin kissed her, " Cara, 
come join me." 
He began to undress, and Angela moved out of the hammock. She slipped off her 
skirt and blouse expecting him to want to make love. 
"Ah, cara as beautiful as you are and as much as I want to I'm to tired to love 
you." 
He kissed her, then lay down. "Come let me hold you while I sleep." 
Angela moved to lay beside him, he adjusted her against his side. One arm around 
her body, her cheek resting on his chest. 
"Um, go back to sleep, we will make love in the morning." he sighed, content and 
exhausted.

Angela dreamed while sleeping in his embrace. Her dream was pleasant, she was 
herself and Martin was a younger man she met while her family was still 
together. He began to court her, they shared kisses, but nothing more. Then 
there was a storm, he was on his ship, he was hurt. She wanted to go to him, her 
father wouldn't allow it. They weren't engaged she couldn't go. She snuck out, 
and got lost, by the time she reached his bed side he'd died. She woke up with a 
start, her eyes full of tears from her bad dream. 
Martin, hugged her, " It was a dream cara. No one will harm you now. I will keep 
you safe.' 
" I know you will, but the dream was about you." she sobbed. 
Martin moved to sit up against the bulkhead, "Tell me cara, then it will no 
longer frighten you." he soothed her, pushing the hair off her face, kissing her 
temple. "Tell me." 
"I dreamed of when my parents were alive, you began to court me then you her 
hurt. 
I couldn't go to you, then when I snuck out you were dead."
"I'm alive, cara feel my heart beat." He moved her trembling hand to his chest. 
"It was only a dream, I will live a long life and die in bed with all my family 
around me."
He kissed her again. 
" I'm sorry, you need your rest, and to have to console a silly woman..." she 
apologized.
"You are not silly, dreams can be very real. But it was only a dream, I am 
well." 
"Will you continue to visit me once we reach land again?" She asked, afraid he 
would be gone from her life as soon as the voyage was over. 
"Cara, we are to be partners, I will see you as often as I am in port." He 
kissed her mouth now to reassure her he cared about her. 
"Cero said you have many ladies in you life and I shouldn't let myself fall in 
love." 
Angela looked into his eyes in the dim moonlight. 
Martin, smiled his man was warning her to be cautious. " I do have woman in most 
ports cara, but only two mean anything to me. My mistress has asked to marry, I 
was thinking of offering you her place, in my bed and in my heart." He kissed 
her again. Angela responded wanted to seal the bargain by making love. 
"I know some would consider being a man's mistress a poor bargain. But it can be 
rewarding for her if she is willing to share the man." 
"Do you care for me Captain?" 
"Si, Cara I've only known you a short time but matters of the heart seldom take 
note of time. Do you accept then?' 
"Si, Captain I will be your mistress and your partner." She hugged him, and then 
kissed his mouth. Martin responded, pulling her into his lap, and fondling her 
into a  aroused state. He'd grown hard himself as she moved in his embrace. 
"Ride me again cara, to seal the bargain.' he moved her over his throbbing cock.
"Si, caro you are so stupendo." she moved up to take his hugely swollen shaft 
inside. 
"Ah, cara you are so tight, ease down slowly." he groaned, holding her waist to 
assist her to mount him. 
Angela moaned, taking him deeper and deeper, " Molto grande, so hard, so much." 
Martin allowed her to take control then, she rode him to a powerful set of 
climaxes.
Panting for more, " God above, you are so magnificent." 
Martin reached a release of his own thrusting up hard to make his seed spurt.
"Madon, cara hold still." he thrust twice more and his cock exploded. 
Angela cried out yet again, and passed out, he had to roll her off him to revive 
her. 
"Cara, wake up," he kissed her forehead. 
"You scared me little one. If I'd been over you just now I'd have died of 
fright. Thinking
I'd killed you with pleasure."               
"If anyone could it would be you caro." she smiled sweetly at him then closed 
her eyes. 
They both slept deeply, Cero didn't waken him at the usual time. 

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Martin was on deck, taking a reading for course corrections. He was feeling like 
a new man, just being with Angela was giving him new energy a fresh outlook on 
life. 
He was planning for her shop, he was considering which city would be best for 
such a venture. He would consult his friend Alber' Gracon when they reached 
port. 
"Your new heading is east north east, helmsman, come to that heading, the sails 
luffed as the ship changed losing some of the wind. Martin called out orders to
trim the sails and to pull out the extra jibes for more canvas. He waited 
several minutes to see if they regained their speed. 
"Bene,  maintain course. I will be in my cabin." Martin stood down the short 
stairway to blow deck, he entered his cabin and smiled at Angela. 
" Ciao, cara what are you working on today?" 
"Something for you. I'll let you see once it's finished." she hide the garment 
behind her.
"Ah, you should make something for yourself. I have plenty of clothes." he took 
a seat at the chart table and made a few notes in his log. 
"How many days do we have until we reach port?" 
"Another week, but you will have to return to Italia  for your shop. I will 
arrange for a friend of mine to take care of the details." 
"How long will your voyage take?" she was worried it would be a long time before
she would see him again. 
" Months, at least four perhaps longer." 
"You are part of the Columbus expedition? No, Captain no, you must not make
such a voyage." she fell at his feet, frightened she would lose him when she had
just found him. 
"No, cara, it is not so dangerous. I promise you I would not risk my life just 
for the sake of a new way of reaching India. It is no more dangerous then this 
crossing we make now." 
Martin lifted her to her feet and hugged her closely. " I promise you." he 
kissed her temple.
    
Angela wrapped her arms around him, determined to hold tight to him as long as 
he would allow her to. " Per favore, don't risk yourself on this voyage. I've 
heard Columbus is a crazy man. He will do anything to find the passage to 
India." 

"No, he is just misunderstood, there is a way to reach India, we just haven't 
found it yet."
Martin smooth her hair from her face, and kissed her forehead. He didn't want 
her to worry about him. He did care for her. It surprised him how much he cared 
for her already.
"Have you eaten, is Cero taking good care of you?" he asked, stroking a hand 
over her ribs. "You are to thin Cara, I like a little more to my woman." he was 
teasing her. 
"I have eaten, but you must there is bread still." she turned towards the table. 
"You want there to be more of me? I though you liked my curves." 
"I love your curves cara, for a small woman you are molto bella." he smiled. 

"You would prefer if my breasts were larger? Great huge ones like Michelangelo
gave his painting of Venus?" She lifted her bosom up with her hands to make
her breasts stick out. 
Martin laughed, thinking she was teasing, then realized she was not. 
"No, cara no, you are perfect, you feel perfect to me. I only wish your ribs did 
not show, you are so thin." Martin took her wrist, and pulled her back against 
him. He rocked his groin against her,  showing her he was growing aroused. 
" You make me aroused when even we are together. Do you think this would happen
if I thought you anything but beautiful?" He cupped her ass in his hands and 
pulled her over him, thrusting his now fully swollen organ up into her crotch. 
'Oh, Captain you are so hard." she moaned, "But I think you would preform for a 
hag if you could get under her skirt." Angela moved against his throbbing 
hardness. 
"No, Cara perhaps when I was a young man, but now I am more selective. I only 
perform for beautiful women. Voluptuous women, with violet eyes and long dark 
hair."
He moved against her, kissing her, molding her body to his. Angela moaned, then 
sighed then lifted a leg to get even closer to his huge arousal. "Um, stupendo, 
Captain you have runioned me for other men. You're cosi grosso, take me 
Captain." 
Martin lifted Angela off her feet and placed he on his bunk, removing his 
clothes quickly his boots taking to long. He lifted her skirt, and eased over 
her, pushing his pulsing organ between her legs. Angela watched, admiring his 
body, his huge cock and his gentle touch. He thrust in, the largest part of his 
shaft, stretching her, pushing past her opening. She moaned, "Molto bene, cosi 
lungo, cosi grande, cosi queria." 
Martin thrust deeper, using his entire hard length to give her pleasure, his 
cock squeezed tightly as he pumped over her. 
"Tell me cara, talk to me." 
" Si, Captain molto bene, I love your grande demensioni, you make me cry out 
with pleasure." she panted as he thrust harder. 
Martin quickened his pace, needing to reach his finish.  
" Are you ready cara, are you there?" he was in a hurry to complete now, his 
testicolo aching for him to come.  
" Si, caro you are so magnifico." Angela moaned as she reached her climax.
Martin thrust one last time, his back arched tightly as his cock exploded.
He jerked repeatedly, his body pumping, his hips forced foreward  as he emptied 
his seed, in a half dozen jets of hot fluid. "Ah dio mio, cara, hold still." He 
groaned, as he balanced over her, his body still responding to the climax he'd 
just had. 
Martin was panting, he'd not experienced such a painful but pleasureable orgasm 
in years. His cock was st ll pulsing, not yet subsided. He eased back slightly, 
his back tight from the hard contraction at the last. 
"You're so magnifcio," she reach a hand to caress his hot chest. Wanting to kiss 
him but having to wait until he caught his breath. 
Martin finally eased off her, " That was amazing, I couldn't hold back. I had to 
reach a finish." he was confused by his reaction. He been able to control his 
body for years and years. A man was considered a poor lover, if he didn't see to 
the lady'e needs first." 
"If that does not prove my feelings for you. The fact that I lose control." 
"Si, caro I believe you."  

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The winds were favorable and they had smooth sailing for the rest of the day. 
Martin returned above deck after a short nap. He was puzzled by his reaction to 
Angela.
He's been with many women in his life, only one other ever made him lose 
control. 
She was the woman he'd married. She knew he had a mistress, and allowed it so
long as he always visited her and his children first upon his return from a 
voyage.
They had been married only seven years and they had three children. His trips to
bring back cargo had gone well the last several years. His family was 
prospering, he had money saved, invested. He'd not expected to find a woman that 
so fascinated him again. He'd been content with the two he visited regularly 
when in port. His other liaisons were only sex nothing more. But they had been 
fewer and fewer in the last year. He found himself longing for the connection 
with his partner, it was better when he cared for them, loved them. He wouldn't 
admit it to anyone, but he would to himself. He wrote a letter to Evette, his 
current mistress telling her she was free to marry. He gave her is blessing. He 
wrote Celia his wife, telling her of his love for her and the children. 
Promising to spend several weeks at home once the voyage was finished. 


Martin paced the wheel deck, his last readings put them closer to Spain than 
he'd realized. He'd have only a few days left with Angela. He wished he could 
take her on the voyage but it would be impossible to hide her in his cabin for 
so long a period of time. 

Angela was back to her sewing now that the winds were good. She was almost 
finished with a new jacket for her captain. The one Cero had wanted her to make.
It was cut perfectly to accent his build. His wide shoulders, narrow waist, and 
powerful arms. The stitching and the design combined to look masculine and 
attractive.
She was very pleased with the results. She was humming softly as she worked 
looking forward to being alone with him again that evening. 

Martin knew he would have only a few more nights with Angela. He was going to 
make the most of that time. He pulled off his boots before opening the door to 
his cabin. She was laying on her side, in bed waiting for him, she was wearing 
only her blouse, her long legs curved bare for him to admire. 
"Cara, you waited up for me." He leaned down to kiss her, one hand caressing her 
leg.
Her mouth opened to him at once,  a hand lifting to touch his shoulder. Martin 
kissed her deeply, then moved to start to undress. 
"Captain allow me to assist you." Angela moved off the bunk and reached up to 
take his jacket. Martin shrugged out if, and waited for her next move. 
"You're so tall, caro. so formidabile," she opened his shirt and stroked her 
hands over this chest. 
Martin sighed, and inhaled in enjoyment. Angela pulled his shirt over his head, 
he had to lean down for her to remove it. "I should make you a better covering, 
she patted his codpiece. So you can be comfortable." 
Martin groaned, and began to swell at once. " If you make on that fits it will 
only cause difficulties when I go bargain with the merchants." he reminded her. 
Angela stroked both hands over his chest, "Um, I love your strength caro." 
Martin closed his eyes and tried to maintain his posture as her hands caressed 
him. Angela  wanted to give him pleasure this time, as much as he did her. Well 
almost. She stroked, all of his upper body, until she reached his breeches now 
bulging with his erection. The codpiece protruding so far from his groin it 
looked obscene. She unfastened it, and his shaft rose up freed from it's 
confinement. Martin groaned in relief, as his cock arched towards his waist 
stretching to it usual distended length. Angela pushed his breeches down and 
off, placing them with his other clothes. Then she stroked her hands up his 
legs, all of him was powerful, his thighs more so than other reagions. She 
caressed each leg with one hand, drifting closer and closer to his throbbing 
arousal. Until finally she grasped him, in one hand, a finger teasing 
the bulb shaped tip, moving his foreskin back so she could make him quiver in 
need. Martin groaned, his hips lifting as she fondled his cock, his eyes still 
closed. 

"Lay down caro, let me pleasure you." She lay over him, once he was on his back.
she rubbed her groin over his hard arched cock, 'cosi grande, caro. you're 
madornale"

"Per favore cara, mount me." 
" No, caro you will take me when it is time." But first she rocked against him, 
he was so aroused she could have reached her own pleasure. 
Martin couldn't wait any longer, he rolled her under him and mounted her in one 
quick motion. Groaning deeply as he was surrounded by her heat and tightness. He 
thrust deeply, already knowing exactly what she needed to reach climax. He used 
long deep stokes to take her there, then continued thrusting faster, harder to 
achieve his own orgasm. 
"Cara, let me hear your pleasure." 
Angela had gone quite, lost to the wonderful feelings he provided her. "Oh, 
caro, forte forte,  you make me crazy with need." she panted, wanting to have a 
second climax.
"Say my name cara, tell me what you like, what you want." he thrust longer, 
deeper. 
"Martin, I want all of you, every lungo, forte porzione. Ahh, ..." She moaned.
he thrust still harder, faster. 
She panted, under him, " Forte, forte caro, tutto, tutto."  
Martin withdrew the entire hard distended length of his pene and rammed it back.
He repeated the motion  a half dozen times then erupted, his body a tight knot 
of pain and pleasure as he jerked repeatedly his orgasm reached at last. 
"Mi dio, " He exclaimed as he reached expolsion. His hips still pumping, his 
cock still jerking deeply inside her. Martin dragged in lungs full of air, 
attempting to recover. 
"Cara, did I hurt you? I was so overcome with need." he asked, looking into her
face,. her eyes closed in bliss.  Angela shook her head, no. Martin kissed her 
between the eyes then moved off of her. He lay on his back, still recovering 
from his incredible experience. 
" I'll never recover you have drained me dry cara." he told her, teasing. 

"You'll never be empty caro, you're huge like a bull," she patted his ample 
testes.
 "Careful, sweet or you will be under me again in only a few minutes." he warned 
her.
"Let me enjoy the first time, then you can start again." she inhaled deeply, and 
sighed.
Martin was nearly recovered, his breathing back to normal. He moved in the bed, 
finding the most comfortable spot.  Angela watching him, always admiring his 
body.
"Have you ever not been able to mount one of your ladies?" 
"No, but I've never have chosen one as young as you before. I was worried, we 
would not
fit well together." he lifted her small hand to his lips and kissed it.  
"You've not had a virgin then?'
"Only my wife, and I'm still no sure she was. There was blood, but only a small 
amount"
Not that he cared. He knew the children were his, they all looked like him. He 
told Celia she could take a lover if she made sure not to have his babies. He 
didn't expect her to go with out sex all the time he was gone. He suggested a 
workman that lived in the village. Aldo was young and strong. He was rumored to 
be well endowed as well. Aldo wasn't the most handsome of men, but Martin hadn't 
been until his thirties. Celia had told him no other man would satisfy her now. 
He'd dropped the subject. 

"So you were worried you'd be so madornale you wouldn't fit?" she giggled. 
"Only for a moment cara."  Martin laced his hands behind his head, and sighed, 
he was sure he was going to need more attention before they went to sleep so he 
was relaxing now.

end part one