“The Captain’s giving her a double ration by the looks of it!” One of the sailors quips, the others laughing with him. Finally, Anne allows your cock to slip from her lips, lewdly displaying a mouthful of your creamy seed before gulping it down.
“Thank you Captain.” She grins before climbing off the youth. “Right boys, who’s next?” There is no shortage of volunteers and the youth is unceremoniously pushed aside, Anne taking his place on her back as a cock is thrust inside her creamy slit and two cocks vie for her mouth. As you slip your cock back inside your breeches, you smile wryly and make your way back up to the main deck, the moans and grunts of Anne and your crew still echoing around the gun deck behind you. You push open the door to your cabin, falling onto your bed and drifting instantly off to sleep.
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Anne looks at you quizzically as you ignore her pouting lips and step behind her. She glances over her shoulder as you gaze down at her shapely buttocks bouncing up and down as she rides the youth. You reach out and part her buttocks, revealing the tight knot of her arsehole. Your cock, still wet with her saliva, glistens in the dim light of the gun deck lanterns as you guide the tip towards it. Anne’s green eyes widen as she realises your intentions.
“That’s unnatural Cap’n!” The burly sailor gasps, but Anne is already reaching back and eagerly guiding your thick cock to her puckered hole.
“Anne doesn’t seem to mind.” You reply nonchalantly as you press the tip to her arse. The youth beneath her holds still as she relaxes until your shaft slips past her sphincter. You and Anne both gasp in unison as your length slips into the hot, tight confines of her arse. You begin to slowly thrust into her, her sphincter clenching the base of your shaft in a vice-like grip. You can feel the youth tentatively resuming his own thrusts through the thin membrane between her arse and pussy.
“Fuck, I feel so full!” Anne murmurs.
“I don’t know Anne,” You reply, “Seems you have another hole that remains vacant.”
“Cheeky bastard!” She chuckles, before adding, “Sir.” As she leans forward, several sailors step towards her, eager to volunteer. She takes one into her mouth, her moans muffled around the thick shaft as you and the youth continue to piston into her. Anne slips one cock from her lips and takes another into her mouth as sailors jostle, vying for her attention. Her muffled moans grow louder and more intense and she thrusts back against you, delirious with lust. The sailor between her lips doesn’t last long, roaring as he erupts into her mouth. He is quickly replaced by another, Anne feverishly bobbing her head as you and the youth plunge your cocks into her. Just as she prepares to swallow another load, she pulls the cock from her lips, shrieking in ecstasy as she reaches her climax. The sailor’s abandoned cock twitches in his grasp as he erupts into her face. Anne barely seems to notice as ropes of his thick seed splatter over her features as she writhes in ecstasy. The youth too can hold off no longer, groaning as his cock pulses deep inside her pussy. Your own climax is moments behind as you ram your shaft inside her tight arse one last time, groaning with the blissful sensation of release as you erupt into her bowels. Anne, whose own climax has subsided, gasps contentedly as she feels you and the youth filling her with your seed. As you pump the last of your come inside her, you slump forward, your face in the thick red mane of her hair. You carefully withdraw from her arse and step unsteadily backwards. Anne gingerly climbs off the youth, his face a picture of satisfied bliss.
“Thank you captain.” Anne smiles, her face streaked with come.
“My pleasure.” You quip, slipping your cock back inside your breeches. The youth is dragged off the crate and Anne sprawls back onto it. The insatiable redhead is obviously far from finished. You smile to yourself and turn to leave, the grunts of the sailors echoing around the gun deck as you make your way back to your cabin.
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“A tempting proposition indeed Anne, but one I must regrettably decline.” You smile.
“Some other time perhaps sir?” She smiles, an errant drop of come glistening on her chin.
“I look forward to it.” You reply. “Though perhaps when things are a little less… crowded.” The men chuckle and the sailor between her legs resumes his pumping. She guides one of the cocks in her grasp to her lips and takes him deeply into her mouth. You smile and turn around, making your way back up to the main deck. You glance out over the moonlit ocean, the gentle breeze billowing the sails, the timbers creaking. The peaceful sounds are punctuated by a deep groan from below decks as another crewman reaches his climax. You pause, momentarily regretting your decision before shaking your head and opening the door to your cabin. You’ll have another opportunity to enjoy the pleasures of the beautiful redhead, you are certain.
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With a mighty display of willpower, you ignore the beautiful woman pleasuring herself less than two yards away. The hammock sways slightly as you roll onto your side, your back to her. You’re not sure if it is just your imagination or wishful thinking, but you think you hear a little sigh of disappointment from Abigail…
You lie there for the next hour, a painful ache from your throbbing erection and a sense of regret at your own moral code keeping you awake before you finally drift off to a restless and frustrated sleep.
When you stir the next morning, Abigail is already dressed.
“You slept well I trust?” You ask, bleary eyed.
“Very well, thank you Captain.” She murmurs uncomfortably, blushing furiously, her gaze downcast. You feel your own face burn at the realisation that she was aware that you were watching her antics in the night.
“I had better get dressed.” You tell her after an awkward silence.
“Ah, yes, of course. My apologies Captain.” She stutters, hurrying from your cabin.
That afternoon, you enter the bay at Nassau. You drop anchor and escort Abigail to Tia’s brothel.
“I’m afraid this is where we part ways.” You tell her as you push open the door. Abigail’s eyes widen as she sees the roomful of scantily clad whores brazenly flaunting their wares. “The madam, Tia owns this place,” You continue as you make your way across the room and lead her upstairs to Tia’s room, “She’ll look after you until the ransom is paid.”
“I’d rather stay with you.” She replies, glancing nervously about her.
“A ship is no place for a lady, miss.” You frown, guilt clawing at your soul. You push open the door and Tia beams at you from within.
“You have her!” She smiles, clicking her fingers.
“As promised.” You reply as two of her burlier girls appear and lead Abigail to another room. Abigail throws you one last frightened glance before she disappears from your sight.
“She will command a high ransom from her father.” You glance guiltily at the door Abigail was dragged through. “She will be well treated.” Tia adds intuitively. “You have my oath on that.”
“I care not.” You lie with a nonchalant shrug. “I was just waiting for you to fulfil your end of the bargain.” Tia looks at you curiously and you feel as though she sees right through you.
“I have not forgotten Captain.” Tia replies, reaching into a cupboard, pulling out a rolled up map and unfurling it before you. “The island we seek is located here.” She tells you, pointing a slender finger to a remote island to the east of the Bahamas.
“Not far.” You murmur. “With favourable weather, we might be there in days.”
“So what next?” Tia asks.
If you already have the map and the key stone, press here
If you still require the map, press here
If you still require the key stone, press here
“Do you need any assistance?” You smirk. Abigail’s body freezes and her head turns towards you, her startled gaze meeting yours.
“I don’t know what you mean!” She replies and even in the dim light you know she will be blushing furiously. The hammock creaks as you sit up and smile knowingly back at her. The silence hangs heavy
for a moment before knowing she has been caught red handed, Abigail sighs in resignation. She eyes you suspiciously for a moment before her expression changes to one of curiosity. She chews her lip and you smile to yourself as you slowly reel her in. The atmosphere in the room is electric and you can feel your rapidly hardening cock sliding up the inside of your thigh as your pulse races.
“What are you suggesting?” She asks you quietly.
“I’m suggesting that while you no doubt enjoyed yourself a moment ago, it’s no substitute for the real thing.” You reply.
“The real thing?” She echoes coyly. Her eyes flicking momentarily towards your groin. You smile and shift towards her in the hammock, your hardened shaft revealed to her. Abigail stifles a gasp, her eyes widening as they focus on your swollen cock. You chuckle and climb slowly from the hammock.
“You forget yourself sir!” She objects, albeit a little half-heartedly, as you take a step towards her, your engorged shaft swaying to and fro. Her gaze is fixed on your throbbing cock and she chews her lower lip deep in thought. You can see the conflict etched on her face as her lustful excitement battles with twenty-one years of conservative upbringing. As you take another step towards her, she sighs in resignation and you know she has surrendered herself to her carnal urges. She rolls onto her side and props herself up on her elbow, pouting with excitement as your shaft hovers just inches from her now.
“You want to touch it don’t you?” You smirk. She nods, her gaze never wavering from your cock as she stretches out a hand. It is your turn to stifle a gasp as you feel her fingertips tentatively caressing your length.
“It’s so warm.” She murmurs, the hem of the sheet sliding slowly down to her waist and revealing her chest. Your eyes flick towards her small, pert breasts, her nipples swollen and erect. Completely absorbed in touching you, she makes no attempt to cover herself. Her fingers run from your tight, hairy balls to the bulbous head, exploring every inch of your throbbing cock. She wraps her hand around your shaft and begins to slowly pump it.
“Damn,” You groan, “You’re pretty good at that considering your… inexperience.”
“I am your captive Captain.” She replies, her eyes smouldering with lust filled excitement. “I find myself at your mercy.” You raise an eyebrow at the not so subtle invitation and your cock twitches in her grasp as you consider your options.
Suggest she tries using her mouth
Join her on the bed and slip inside her
You gently prise her fingers from your cock and sit down next to her on the narrow bed. Abigail shuffles across and gazes up at you, her eyes wide and her chest heaving with excitement. You lean forward, your lips seeking hers. Abigail allows herself to be taken into your embrace and cranes her head forward, crushing her lips against yours. You kiss her softly, slipping your tongue between her lips. She kisses you back with increasing passion and urgency as she lets go her inhibitions. Your cock, now unstimulated, aches with neglect and you pull away from her, your own excitement building. Abigail gazes deeply into your eyes, reading your intentions. She bites her lower lip, both of you knowing she stands at the point of no return. She can still stop this and retain her virginity, her honour or she can give in to her carnal cravings. She pauses only for the briefest of moments.
“Take me.” She whispers. You nod and press your lips back to hers, pulling the sheet from her body. Her slender form, firm breasts and long legs make your cock twitch as you position yourself between her thighs. Her legs spread wide and her eyes gaze up into yours. There is excitement there, but also a little fear. You hesitate, but she smiles and reaches up, tenderly stroking your cheek.
“I’m ready.” She reassures you. “Do it.” You nod and press the tip against her slit. You push forward, Abigail grimacing as the head slips inside her. You hold still for a moment, your eyes meeting hers. She smiles weakly and gives you the subtlest of nods. You press deeper inside her, her pussy so tight. Abigail’s hands grip the sheets and she bites her lower lip, wincing as you slowly slip all the way inside her.
“My God! I feel so stretched.” She gasps, her body tense.
“Just relax.” You sooth. “The discomfort will pass, leaving only pleasure.”
“Far be it for me to doubt the word of a pirate.” She snorts, though her body noticeably relaxes. You begin to tentatively thrust into her, her tight pussy feeling divine. Her sharp gasps swiftly become low moans of pleasure as her body grows accustomed to the thick intruder.
“You want me to stop?” You suggest slyly.
“No!” She replies, a note of panic in her voice before she quickly regains her composure. “I mean, my reputation is already ruined, so you may as well continue.” You grin wolfishly and begin to drive into her with increased intensity, her breasts jiggling with every thrust. Her initial feigned reluctance long forgotten, she moans with pleasure every time you slam into her.
“Ugghh, I can feel you so deep inside me.” She pants, a sheen of perspiration on her brow. “It feels so good!” Her hands reach for you, running over your muscular chest before sliding up and hooking them around your neck, pulling you towards her. Her eyes gaze hungrily into yours as your lips meet, kissing passionately. Her hands slide down your back, fingernails scraping your skin. She breaks the kiss.
“Oh my God!” She gasps, her eyes widening. “I’m going to… uhhhh!” Her body bucks beneath you, her fingers digging into your back. She pants breathlessly, her hot breath against your cheek. You can feel her pussy clenching your cock and she shudders in ecstasy as waves of pleasure ripple through her. With a final satisfied sigh, her body relaxes.
“That was wonderful.” She murmurs dreamily, before pulling back slightly, studying your face. “Are you close too?” She smiles. “You may take pleasure inside me if you wish…”
Come inside her
Pull out and come on her breasts
You nod, your balls aching with a desperate need for release but conflicting thoughts running through your head as you consider what repercussions there might be should there be any… complications in a few months’ time. Her fingernails continue to scrape down your back and her lips press back to yours, her tongue flicking against your own. The naïve young woman has been replaced by a wanton sex goddess as she wills you to climax inside her. She breaks the kiss, perhaps sensing your trepidation.
“Do it.” She moans, her breath warm against your cheek. “Fill me with your seed. Let me feel you erupt inside me.” She hooks her legs around your thighs, pulling you in deeper and holding you there. Her breasts are crushed against your chest and her fingers runs through your hair, her lips once again seeking yours. You can hold back no longer and thrust deeply into her one last time. You roar with blissful release, Abigail’s eyes widening and her mouth dropping open as you begin to pump spurt after spurt of your thick come inside her.
“Yes, yes!” She moans. “I can feel it inside me!” Your whole body shudders with each powerful eruption, your gasps of ecstasy filling the cabin, until her pussy squeezes the last of your seed from you. Her body relaxes beneath you and you roll off to one side, your chest heaving as you fight for breath.
“Well Miss Waterfield,” You pant breathlessly, “You are now a woman.”
“A fact best kept from my father and my future husband.” She giggles, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight shining in through the window panes.
“No regrets at allowing yourself to be seduced by a dastardly pirate?” You ask with a raised eyebrow.
“I’m sure I will not be the first blushing bride to have good reason to blush.” She reflects with a wry smile. Her body moulds against yours, her head resting on your chest. As you drift off to sleep, you hear Abigail murmur sleepily:
“I think I’d like to try that again in the morning…”
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“I daren’t leave my seed in your belly.” You reply. “Your father would never rest until he had hunted me down and had me strung up.”
“You are quite right, of course
.” Abigail frowns, a note of disappointment in her voice.
“However, I would like very much to decorate your fine chest with my essence.” You add with a smirk.
“You would erupt on my breasts!” She gasps. “How foul!” There is no genuine disdain in her words and she cannot contain a little smile at the thought. She gasps as you withdraw from her, your shaft slick with her juices. You shuffle up the bed, sitting astride her and grasping your cock. Abigail cups her breasts, pressing the creamy mounds together. Her small nipples are swollen and she gazes up at you with breathless excitement as you rapidly stroke your cock.
“I’m getting close.” You warn her, the tension swiftly building in your loins. Abigail nods, her eyes wide and fixed on the straining, bulbous head hovering just above her cleavage. You feel your balls twitch and you lurch forward, aiming your cock downwards. You grunt as you feel your seed race down your shaft and erupt powerfully from the tip. Abigail squeals as the first powerful spurt splatters across her right nipple. You sweep your cock from side to side, grunting with each pulse and revelling in the surprised expression etched on her face as you liberally splash your seed over her breasts. As the last of your come trickles down to pool in her cleavage, Abigail finally tears her gaze away and your eyes meet.
“You really are a vulgar, despicable pirate.” She tells you. “How dare you defile me so!” Again, she cannot suppress a smile as she runs her fingers through the thick, creamy come clinging to her chest and shimmering in the moonlight shining in through the window panes. “It feels so thick and warm.” She comments, scooping some up and studying it.
“It is said to be beneficial to the skin.” You tell her.
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