The sight of him milking her made me squirm. But he wasn't done.
He placed her husband's coffee cup under her jiggling left breast, and pinched her nipple hard with his thumb and forefinger. She let out a painful shriek, as the pirate milked her fleshy melon downwards like an udder, right into the cup. Her right breast would suffer the same fate, and she was milked ruthlessly, an embarrassed expression washing over her face as she glanced up at me and we shared an awkward moment.
The pirate lifted the cup to his mouth, closed his one visible eye, tilted his head back and took one big swig as if it were a pitcher of ale, downing the caffeine and protein rich concoction in one.
He opened his eye and said in a deep, booming voice, “Ah harr me hearties! Let's really get this party started!”
I wrinkled my nose up and buried my face in Sally's shoulder, trying to block out what was happening. But then I realized something—I was starting to get wet. As ashamed as I am to admit it, it's the truth. I don't know if it was the fear, but my panties were definitely starting to get damp.
An excited tingle ran to my erect nipples and clitoris. I peered back at the situation in the room and took a deep breath. I contemplated trying to move the heavy table again, but part of me had given up, part of me had surrendered. Part of me wanted this. The pirate walked towards me and Sally and I knew what he wanted. I knew what was expected of us. It was time to get nasty.
Before us was a sight much more terrifying than just about anything that might be swimming about at the bottom of the ocean. Here was a proper pirate, a bulkily big, treacherously uncontrolled man that may rip our two tender bodies of tissue and bone to chunks with ease. He had arrived from tale into actuality.
He grabbed us, yanking us near him in a wrestling hold, so we were squeezed against him, pushed next to each other. We were squished in his biceps, each feeling lightweight versus his significant mass. However, there was definitely something about feeling so small that was nearly enchanting instead of intimidating. Captive in his forearms there was the vow of security and stability—presuming he didn't squeeze the life out of us. His flannel shirt was still unbuttoned, and as we both moved against his hairy chest, we were smitten by the gentleness of his fur and the scent of his pirate skin. He smelt like sweat and sea-salt, like firewood and furniture polish. It truly was a tempting and terrific flavor, a larger-than-life experience of meaty manliness.
Mine and Sally's faces came up to approximately the level of the pirate's pierced teats and for motives neither of us could justify we both started to sense the desire to locate them and suckle on them. From within his barrel chest region we listened to a large heart pounding, its rhythmic thumping offering a melodic consistent beat that comforted us like a cradlesong.
From my vantage point at his left nipple, I saw the pirate's heavy hand push down on the top of Sally's head. I looked down and saw that my sister had unzipped the pirate, and she was licking and sucking at his enormous shaft. It was ridiculously big. And thick. She appeared nervous, but as her tongue lapped over the head and took as much of the gigantic cock into her oral cavity as she could, I was certain she was enjoying it. The pirate held my long luscious locks in his grubby palms, and too directed me down to his dick. I contemplated declining—it was almost scarily big—but he smacked my ass with one massive, wide-open hand, encouraging me to do as he wanted.
I squealed and kneeled, and looked into my sister's anxious blue eyes as her cheeks went beet red and she tracked her tongue alongside the pulsating vein on the bottom of the pirate’s schlong. I readied myself as I observed Sally, prior to allowing my tongue to warily lap over his mighty balls and the root of his member. I suckled intensely on his sack as he groaned in gratification. We collaborated with our lips as best as we were able. I raised my head to assist my sis with the wide 'shroom—it being big enough for us to simultaneously attach our lips to it. We moved our heads up and down as we nursed fierily, the buccaneer tugging on our hair as we did so.
I assumed he planned to unload in our mouths, but just as we felt his vast width ripple under our tongues, he shoved us off him. We embraced one another in dread, as the pirate towered above us threateningly.
Sally began to crawl away from the pirate on her knees, but he was abruptly upon her, grasping her work trousers and tugging them off. They tore like pieces of paper, leaving Sally kneeling in just her white thong and shirt. The pirate leaned down and pulled her shirt up and over her head, her perky breasts jiggling under her bra.
“Jesus, Becca... do something,” Sally wailed, but I had no idea what she expected me to do. So I just knelt there and watched. She yelled and attempted to scamper free. But the pirate gripped both sides of her fleshy butt, stopping her from getting away. He started to rub her smooth flesh like he was a professional masseuse, before he smacked a hand down dominantly on her ample cheeks.
Sally moaned, on her hands and knees, her lower back arching as she raised her buttocks. Her thong would be torn off next, uncovering her shaven pussy for all to see. But she was obviously aroused, as one of her fingers fiddled with her erect nipples. Her love-juice trickled down her legs as she verbally complained. But for each objection she made, her backside received a hard smack.
The pirate unrelentingly spanked my sister's bare ass. She groaned and wriggled before him, her ass coated in bright red finger-prints.
I gazed on in awe, and saw the pirate squat down and lean his head forward. His tongue darted out and found her swollen clitoris from the rear. Dear readers, it was a sight I never thought I'd see—my sis getting tongue-probed by a randy pirate whilst on all fours in front of customers. But I can't deny that it was a good sight, and Sally could no further fight it, and nor did she want to. She widened her knees as she curved her back more, the pirate's tongue serpentine, flicking and tasting her nub.
His acute tonguing and pushing of his firm lips against her snatch was having an amazing effect on her—her pussy was soaked. In fact, she was almost flooding. I watched her body shudder as she climaxed several times. The pirate lifted her up, and casually laid her on her back, on a table.
“Sally... are you still conscious?” I asked.
“Yes Becca,” she replied faintly, sexually fatigued. Her orgasms had been so monumental in their magnitude that she had nearly lost the strength to speak.
As I looked at this monstrous historical man before me I felt a frantic longing. He was so different to the dorks I'd gone to college with.
The pirate gripped his knob and worked it, swinging it round in circular motions, making it stand at full mast. He pulled down his dirty jeans and soiled underpants, leaving him nude from the waist down, except for his big leather boots. It was then that I saw his peg-leg.
My sister traced her hands down to her pussy. It was wet and wanton, a diverse fusion of her juice and his spittle. It was the ideal combination of lube for the pirate's cock-head to wedge in. He forced the end against her pink orifice and she sighed, totally willing and compliant.
The huge cock slid in, disappearing inch by inch as my sister's slit consumed it. The pirate began to pound. He pumped her with a brutal excitement, his hairy thighs opening her legs wider and his sturdy cock stuffing her.
I was now extremely turned-on, and couldn't help but run my hand down into my panties to playfully dally with my aching snatch. With my free hand I held Sally's hand, embracing it delicately whilst the buccaneer banged her wildly.
The wails of my sister were like crashing waves—wet, blue moans that sounded beautifully painful, and I wanted to help in some way, to try to make things easier for her. Although a part of me was definitely taking pleasure in this—really relishing watching my sister getting fucked by this brutal man. And it was evident that he was savoring the experience, withdrawing until just the head of his titanic pork was inside her before spearing back inside.
I can't deny it—I can't hide from the truth—my pussy was now drenched, my digits stroking myself as I gazed on with enraptured attent
ion.
Sally was now totally caught up in the moment, shrieking in exhilaration as the pirate thrust into her, again and again. I was frantically pleasuring myself, slipping my fingers into my pussy and rotating them, my other hand breaking free from my sister’s grip and reaching out so I could caress the base of the pirate's penis.
He widened his stance, and I bravely crawled round to the back of him, his one thick leg like an oak tree before me, his wooden one resembling a skinny birch.
My fingers remained securely in my pussy as I craned my neck forward towards his swollen sack. From behind, I didn’t delay in taking one of the big balls into my mouth again, this time letting my teeth lightly scrape it. The sack was tough and tasted meaty, and I leaned further towards his crack so I could really harbor the nut with my dripping jowl.
I completely lost myself in the unwashed taste of the pirate's balls. It was extremely lusty, having this big man penetrating my sister while he tea-bagged me. My sister writhed on the huge dick, hollering and screeching at the top of her lungs.
He raised his arms up above his head and yelled, “Ooh aar me hearties! The tightest pussy on all of the seven seas!” It was an ear-splitting holler of success and gratification.
With his nuts still in my mouth he continued to harpoon my sister on his cock, rocking back and forth. Sally was a wriggling, groaning fuckdoll. As my fingers worked my clit, I began to orgasm, roll after roll of them. The sex-smell was everywhere. The walls of my pussy clamped down on my fingers as I came, moaning into my mouthful of pirate ball.
He gave another roar of pleasure and let loose a violent stream of jizz, a hot rope of goo that pushed Sally off his dick. She slid across the table on her back, and hit the floor on the other side.
Still mad with lust, I crawled around the table, partly to check on her, but also because I wanted one final taste. I licked my sister's violated pussy and drank down the leaking cream-pie, as I heard the pirate give a hearty chuckle.
Me and my sister lay there for a few moments, stunned but not bewildered. We had been successful in making this fearless sea master cum, in satisfying the rampant man and his natural cravings. I licked my lips. There was an appetizingly rich flavoring to his spunk, and as Sally opened her mouth I spat some to her, and like two good sisters we indulged in some forbidden pirate snowballing action. As she spat the load back to me we exchanged a smile, and I blew a giant cum bubble before taking one big gulp.
The pirate looked down at us with a barbarian smile, showing his crooked large teeth and a grateful expression on his face. “Shiver me timbers,” he declared, before clearing the blocked doorway and wandering off through the corridor and into the depths of the ship.
After a few minutes of quiet recognition, we carefully got up. Sally wrapped a tablecloth around her waist, and I brushed myself down, trying to look respectable.
My sister took comfort in my heartfelt effort to soothe her, and she knew that if she were to get pregnant, I would help her get through this, with or without our parents’ approval. She was a tough girl, and we would find a way to cope with it. At least the pirate had gold. Although he was probably quite a difficult guy to track down and make pay child support.
But this wasn’t going to be the final time that the three of us would have fun together. I knew Sally wouldn’t mind receiving more loads of his salty spill. I wanted to get some too. And if we were going to have fat bellies and chubby lactating breasts while we did so, then that was fine by us.
We looked forward to sailing the seven seas on the brave pirate's ship.
Screw our crappy waitressing job.
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