Lust of the Pirates

by Callista Hawkes

  “I’m going to come!” You gasp as she sends you over the edge. Your grunts of pleasure echo around the cavern as your come streaks from the tip, splashing against the underside of her chin. She cranes her head forward, opening her mouth, trying to catch the next spurt. It splashes across her lips and chin, but the next shoots straight into her open mouth as do your remaining eruptions. As the thick, creamy fluid pools on her tongue, her eyes gaze lustfully up at you, clearly enjoying catching your essence. As the last few spurts dribble onto her chest, she releases your cock from its fleshy prison. Her violet eyes meet yours and she closes her mouth, gulping down the mouthful and smiling as she relishes the taste. She scoops up the remainder of your seed and transfers it to her mouth, eagerly sucking it from her fingers.

  “Little wonder you are an object of mariners’ fantasies!” You murmur as she theatrically licks her lips, having consumed the last of your come. Spent, you climb off her and roll onto your back beside her. She immediately rolls on top of you, her eyes gazing deeply into yours. You stretch up, pressing your lips to hers. She kisses you back, tenderly at first but with increasing hunger and passion. You gaze up into her beautiful face, but your vision begins to darken, before returning with a blinding light, her head silhouetted against it. You squint against the brightness, trying to focus on the face of your beautiful saviour.

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  Desperate to feel the warmth of her tongue again, you ignore her gesticulations and instead stand above her head, her curvaceous body and shimmering tail laid out before you. You drop to your knees and gently lower your balls to her lips. A low moan of pleasure escapes your lips as you feel her hot tongue swipe across one heavy orb and then the other. You grasp your shaft and begin to pump it, basking in the wonderful sensations as she laps and swirls her tongue over your sack with increasing enthusiasm. Your groans of pleasure echo around the cave and you can feel the pressure rapidly building. Her lips and tongue explore every inch of your sack leaving it moist with her saliva.

  “That feels incredible.” You rasp, your hand sliding up and down your shaft with increasing urgency. The mermaid, perhaps sensing you are close, gently sucks each of your balls into her mouth in turn. The sensation sends you over the edge and you roar with release as your balls twitch against her lips and a long, thick rope of come erupts from the tip of your cock. It arcs through the air, splattering across her toned stomach. You aim the next spurt at her breasts, sweeping your cock from one side to the other as you splash her curvaceous chest with your pearly white seed. All the while, the mermaid continues to lash her tongue against your sensitive balls, intensifying your climax. As your orgasm subsides, she finally relents and you pull away, sitting down exhausted next to her, your heart thumping in your chest.

  “Worth nearly drowning for!” You pant. She smiles, craning her head forward and surveying her come splattered chest, the creamy fluid glistening in the dull greenish light. She runs her fingers over her breasts, scooping up your seed and bringing her fingers to her mouth, enthusiastically sucking the come from them. You watch enthralled as she collects every last drop and eagerly gulps it down.

  “That’s very thorough of you.” You quip. She smiles shyly and you draw her to you, taking her into your arms. Her violet eyes meet yours and you are mesmerised by her beauty. You lie back, pulling her on top of you, the mermaid pressing her lips to yours. You kiss her deeply, her breasts crushed against your chest. Your head is still spinning from the intensity of your climax and your vision suddenly fades to black before abruptly becoming a blinding light. You squint against it, trying to focus on the face of your beautiful saviour.

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  “I confess I’d never considered it, but I imagine our options are somewhat limited.” You grin sheepishly. “Though if it pleases you, I would be grateful to feel your lips engulf me.” She smiles broadly and moves eagerly closer, your cock twitching as you feel her hot breath against your cool shaft. Your pulse races as she slips lower in the water, her hands gripping your legs. She smiles sexily before drawing a groan of pleasure from you as you feel her tongue dart out and swipe across your taut ball sack. She swirls it against the thick, sensitive skin before gently sucking on each ball, making you moan thickly. Her violet eyes glint beneath a fringe of damp red hair as she slides her tongue slowly upwards.

  “That feels divine.” You groan, luxuriating in the velvety caress of her tongue as it flicks and laps at your throbbing shaft. Her hot tongue slithers and slides up to the bulbous head before swirling around it and collecting a bead of pearly white pre-come that had formed on the tip. She smiles, clearly enjoying the salty taste. With that, she parts her lips and engulfs your length. You groan, her mouth feeling hot and wet around your hard cock. Her lips slide ever downward until you feel the tip nudging the back of her throat. She doesn’t even pause, her throat expanding as she takes your entire length past her lips, her nose buried in your pubic hair.

  “My God!” You gasp, running your fingers through her long red hair. As your fingers slide down past her ears, you notice two parallel flaps of skin just behind them. Gills! No wonder she has no trouble deep-throating you! The mermaid begins to bob her head up and down, your shaft slick with her saliva. You moan thickly, the pressure in your balls rapidly building as the excitement of the surreal experience combined with the mermaid’s talented lips has you rapidly approaching your climax.

  “I’m getting close.” You warn her. Her violet eyes flick up to meet yours and if anything, she begins to bob her head even faster as she enthusiastically brings you to the brink.

  Come in her mouth

  Pull out and come on her face

  You pull your cock from her lips and she gazes up at you quizzically as you begin to frantically stroke it, the tip hovering just before her face. She smiles as she realises your intentions and tips her head back slightly in anticipation. Her submissive pose sends you over the edge and you let out a guttural groan of ecstasy as thick come gushes from the tip, splashing across her upturned face. She smiles broadly before opening her lips wide as she tries to catch the streaks of come arcing across her pretty face. As the last of your come dribbles onto her chin, she enthusiastically scoops up the globs of shimmering pearly white seed and transfers them to her mouth. She collects every last drop before gulping it down and smiling sweetly at you. As you release your spent and wilting cock, she crawls up onto the outcrop to join you, her silvery grey tail shimmering in the greenish glow of the cave. She leans over you, her breasts crushed against your chest and kisses you deeply. You kiss her back, your tongue eagerly slipping between her lips and fencing with her own. Your head is spinning and darkness closes in before suddenly becoming a blinding light. You squint against it, trying to focus on the face of your beautiful saviour.

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  You shrug and lean back slightly, watching transfixed as the beautiful mermaid’s lips slide rapidly up and down. Your balls tighten as you teeter on the brink. Intuitively, her lips slide back down to the base of your shaft, her throat massaging the tip. You can hold back no longer and your whole body tenses before your deep grunt of release echoes around the grotto. The mermaid holds her lips around the root of your cock while it twitches deep in her mouth, spurt after spurt gushing down her throat as you tremble with each powerful eruption. The climax is so intense, you feel lightheaded and slump back against the rocky outcrop, your fingers caressing the mermaid’s head as she draws the last of your come from you. Finally, she slides her lips from your spent cock, your wilting shaft slapping wetly onto your stomach, and crawls up onto the outcrop to join you, her silvery grey tail shimmering in the greenish glow of the cave. She leans over you, her breasts crushed against your chest and kisses you deeply. You kiss her back, your tongue eagerly slipping between her lips and fencing with her own. Your head is spinning and darkness closes in before suddenly becoming a blinding light. You squint against it, trying to focus on the face of your beautiful saviour.

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sp; Anne leans over you, Sykes and a few of the crew gaze down at you from over her shoulder, their heads silhouetted against the blue sky. You blink, dazed and confused, bewildered to find yourself soaking wet and lying on your back on the deck of the Nemesis.

  “Thought we’d lost you for a moment there Cap’n.” Sykes grins down at you. You attempt to sit up, but collapse back against the deck, exhausted and weak.

  “Best lie there for a moment.” Anne tells you. “Sir, you are a damn fool to near drown for that old relic.” She glances towards your right hand. You raise it, finding a weight clasped tightly in your fingers. The key stone!

  “What happened?” You rasp.

  “You nearly drowned, that’s what!” Anne tells you.

  “Aye, it’s true.” Sykes goes on. “Looked like you were swimming back up to us and you must have run out of air, blacked out just a few feet from the surface. A couple of the lads dived in and dragged you out. Anne here gave you the kiss of life.”

  “Seemed to enjoy it more than you ought.” She grumbles. “Bit of tongue I didn’t expect, not to mention…” She glances towards your groin. You crane your head forward, your eyes settling on the throbbing bulge in the front of your breeches. You feel your face flush.

  “Yes… well…” You stutter, struggling to your feet with a helping hand from a pair of the crew, “The important thing is we have the key stone, so we’d best get back to Nassau.”

  “Aye sir.” Sykes grins. “I’ll set a course.”

  A couple of days later, you drop anchor at Nassau and make your way to the brothel.

  “The key stone! You have it!” Tia smiles as you present it to her. She eagerly takes it from you, examining the old relic before slipping it into her cupboard. “It was no trouble I trust?”

  “I lived to tell the tale.” You shrug, not wanting to get drawn in to talk of mermaids or drowning.

  “Good, good.” She nods. “Well done. I knew you were the man for the job. So, we are a step closer to the treasure. What now?”

  If you already have the island location and the map, press here

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  “We have the map, the location and the key stone.” You tell Tia. “We shall embark immediately, set sail for the island and retrieve the treasure.”

  “Excellent.” Tia smiles. “I shall accompany you.”

  “As you wish.” You shrug, anticipating the likelihood that she would want to oversee the final leg of the quest. She gathers the map and keystone and you escort her to the Nemesis, the beautiful madam receiving a few lustful glances and wolf whistles as you walk the narrow cobbled streets of Nassau. You reach the jetty and help her up the gangplank to the deck.

  “Captain.” Sykes nods at you before frowning at the sight of Tia, no doubt less than happy to have yet another woman on board.

  “Clear all moorings Mr Sykes.” You tell him. “Time to make our fortunes!” A cheer goes up from the crew, who immediately set about their duties with a spring in their step.

  Minutes later, you have set sail from Nassau and soon leave the island of New Providence behind you as you bear east. You smile to yourself, breathing in the sea air, excited at the prospect of finding the fabled lost treasure of the Mayans and all the fame and fortune that will bring.

  “Already spending your cut?” Tia asks, leaning casually against the bulwark.

  “Maybe.” You smile. “What will you do with your share?”

  “I have no idea.” She laughs. “I can’t imagine the sort of fortune we will find and even less how to spend it.”

  “A nice problem to have.” You smile.

  The next two days pass without incident. You reluctantly ignore an enticing French merchant ship and press on towards the mysterious island. After a long day at sea, you yawn as you watch the sun setting on the horizon behind you before turning to Sykes.

  “I think I might turn in for the night Mr Sykes.” You tell him. “You have everything in hand here?”

  “Aye Captain.” He nods. “We have a fair wind and calm seas ahead. You get some shut-eye. Ain’t no call for you to be a martyr sir.” You slap him on the back and head for your cabin, pushing open the door and stepping inside. You throw off your jacket and boots before wearily throwing yourself down on your bed. You lie there for a moment, listening to the creaking of the timbers, the sound of the sea and the colourful curses and tuneless shanties from your crew on deck. The lanterns gently swing with the rocking of the ship, casting ever shifting patterns over the cabin. You close your eyes and are just drifting off to sleep when a knocking at your door abruptly disturbs you.

  “Who the bloody hell is it?” You snap from your bed. No answer. If it was anything of vital importance, Sykes would have knocked and burst in regardless of your invitation. You frown, guessing it is probably a disgruntled crewman, probably grumbling about his ration of rum, one of his shipmates, his share or some such trivial matter.

  Ignore the knocking

  Open the door

  You ignore the knocking and a few moments later you hear footsteps receding into the distance. You close your eyes and again, just as you begin to drift off to sleep there is another loud knocking at your door. You sit up incensed.

  “Away with you, damn your eyes!” You shout angrily. “Disturb me again and by God, I’ll have you flogged!” Again, the footsteps immediately recede and you enjoy a sound night’s sleep.

  You stir the next morning, the light of dawn shining in through the aft windows of your cabin. You climb out of bed and quickly get dressed before stepping out onto deck.

  “Morning Captain.” Sykes calls down from behind the wheel. Anne stands with him, the brim of her hat pulled down tightly over her eyes.

  “Morning Sykes.” You nod. “Good morning Anne.”

  “Captain.” She growls, even more sullen than usual. You furrow your brow, the ever changing moods of women a constant mystery to you. You have more pressing concerns than your beautiful but mercurial quartermaster and reach into your jacket pocket, pulling out a spyglass. You raise it to your eye and gaze out at the horizon. You can see a dark smudge in the distance.

  “Land ahead.” You murmur.

  “Aye Cap’n,” Sykes replies, “We’ve had favourable winds and should reach the island by noon.”

  “Excellent.” You grin, collapsing the spyglass and slipping it back into your pocket.

  A few hours later, you reach the island. Tia joins you and hands you the ancient map. You study the old parchment, glancing up at the stretch of coastline before you and back again. The shape of the coast and the cliffs beyond are as close a match as can be expected. The stream meanders inland, its source no doubt high up in the mountainous interior of the island. The banks of the stream are thick with virgin jungle.

  “Drop Anchor Mr Sykes.” You call out, folding the map and tucking it into your pocket. “We have arrived!”

  “Dropping anchor Cap’n.” He answers as the crew quickly scurry about, swiftly followed by a splash as the heavy iron anchor and chain is thrown over the side.

  “Treasure beyond our wildest imaginations is out there somewhere.” Tia whispers. “We’re so close!”

  “That’s normally where the trail goes cold.” Anne mutters next to her.

  “Have faith Anne. We have the map.” You grin, patting your pocket. The redhead snorts derisively and stalks off to bellow at a pair of shirking crewmen.

  “What do you think Captain?” Sykes asks you. “The jungle looks thick and might be hard going. The stream looks wide enough that the longboat might take us at least some way inland, though we’ll only be able to squeeze half a dozen of us into it.”

  Cut through the jungle

  Travel upstream in the longboat

  Muttering darkly under your breath, you get to your feet and cross the cabin to the door. You open it to find Anne standing there, her red hair billowing in the breeze.

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bsp; “Miss Bonny.” You blink. “What an unexpected pleasure.”

  “It will be.” She growls, pushing past you and into your cabin.

  “Please Anne, come in and make yourself at home.” You reply, closing the door behind you. She ignores your sarcasm and shifts awkwardly from side to side. “What can I do for you this fine evening?”

  “I find myself a little antsy.” She replies, her green eyes evading your gaze. “Like I’ve got an itch I can’t scratch.”

  “You want me to scratch an itch?” You ask with a lopsided grin, feeling a tingling in your balls.

  “Something like that.” She murmurs, taking a step towards you, her eyes finally meeting yours. You hold her gaze and step closer. Her lips pout and you can resist each other no longer. You take her in your arms and press your lips to hers, kissing her urgently, passionately. She kisses you back just as hungrily, her hands pulling at your clothes, fingers deftly unfastening buttons. Your own hands are equally adept, swiftly pulling open her grubby blouse. She breaks the kiss and her hands guide your head to her chest. You eagerly obey, kissing down her throat to the tops of her breasts, enjoying the earthy taste and smell of her pale flesh. She pulls her blouse off as your lips slide lower, sucking each engorged dark pink nipple into your mouth in turn. Anne groans, throwing back her head in pleasure as she enjoys your attentions. You unfasten her belt and tug at the waistband of her trousers. They slip down her thighs, the weight of the heavy leather belt pulling them down to her ankles. You pull away, your gaze dropping to her slender waist and the tangles of pubic hair between her legs. Her hands are already at your breeches, which are quickly unfastened before joining her clothes at your feet. You groan as you feel her fingers explore your rapidly hardening cock. You shrug off your shirt and take her back into your arms, the warmth of her body against yours exciting you.