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by Desconhecido

  I heard my heart thumping a crazy rhythm as I went lower, bringing my lips over the mound of her pussy. Her pubic hairs tickled me through the thin cotton of her panties. Her scent engulfed me, so much like my own but still different.

  I pushed two hands under her and brought her to me, lifting her gently, as if taking water from a stream. I licked the damp cotton panties, feeling the soft firmness of her sex. I tasted cotton and pussy-a combination that arouses me even today.

  She moaned softly, almost inaudibly, and then she sighed. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. She drew her knees back as her panties came away, then she opened herself to me.

  I’d seen myself in the mirror enough times, but now I studied Sarah, taking in all the details. I opened her, my thumbs holding back the pink folds, and I kissed her there. I stuck one finger inside her and began to fuck her with it.

  “Feels good…” she murmured.

  She tasted like sticky pink candy. I licked her and pushed my tongue inside. She shifted under me, then arched her back so I could get all the way inside her. This was the moment I’d fantasized about for so long, and now the reality was here, so much more exciting than my wildest dreams.

  Sarah strained against me as her body shuddered with release. I held her tight, digging my fingers into the soft cheeks of her bottom, and licked and sucked her until she collapsed on the bed, gasping and fully satisfied.

  We stayed up most of the night, touching and kissing and giggling, wrapped in the protective warmth of the pink quilt. When we finally slept, our naked bodies entwined, I dreamt of Sarah and our pink place…

  … and of the nights we would share in its warm embrace…

  Pirotica

  “Man, I don’t like that shit,” Melvin said.

  Melvin was black as night, with a head as smooth as a billiard ball. He stood next to Frank, who was navigating the Mariah through the choppy waters of the cold Atlantic just two hundred miles off the Florida coast.

  “It fuckin’ came from nowhere,” Melvin continued, half panicked.

  “Just a patch of fog,” Frank said with confidence. “We’ll be all right.”

  “I never seen fog like this,” Melvin said. “It’s like the shit’s alive or somethin’. I’m callin’ Griffen up to take a look.”

  “You don’t wanna bother Griffen with this, I’m tellin’ you. He pays us to pilot the boat and protect the merchandise. You disturb him over a little fog, you’ll likely end up feedin’ the sharks.”

  Melvin studied Frank a moment, trying to weigh his options. He decided not to push his luck.

  Frank changed course to try and avoid the fog, but the fog band shifted and widened, preventing him from getting around it.

  Melvin licked his lips nervously. “I told you we was in for a storm, but did anybody listen to Melvin? Hell no. Now look at us.”

  They were smack in the middle of the Devil’s Triangle, running a forty-foot cabin cruiser with a belly full of illegal drugs, money, and weapons. The last thing they needed was to run into trouble that would draw attention from the Coast Guard, or worse, some of that voodoo magic shit that always went down out here.

  “Maybe you need to find another occupation,” Frank said, reaching into his shirt pocket for a cigarette. “This one doesn’t seem to be good for your nerves.”

  “Fuck you,” Melvin said.

  “Yeah, whatever,” Frank responded.

  * * * *

  Griffen and Lucy were doing the nasty in Griffen’s private cabin. She was on her hands and knees. Her long black hair was damp and clinging to her cheeks, her heavy tits flopped back and forth with every thrust of Griffen’s cock as he pounded her from behind.

  Neither of them noticed the unusual bounce of the cabin cruiser, and if they did, it only added to the overall experience.

  “Oh yeah,” Lucy squealed, slamming her bottom back against Griffen.

  “Shit, baby,” he grunted.

  He held her by the hips, digging his fingers into her soft flesh to steady her so he could drive his cock deeper into her tight pussy.

  The boat lurched forward, throwing Griffen against Lucy. The weight of him drove her face down on the bed. His cock stayed inside her. He rose up, balancing his weight on his hands, and started fucking her again. He was barely started when the boat lurched again, this time nearly throwing the two of them onto the floor.

  Griffen got up and grabbed his pants, pulling them on as he headed for the door. He glanced out the window and stopped in his tracks.

  “Son of a bitch,” he muttered, looking out the window.

  Lucy sat up. “What’s going on?” she asked, her gaze following Griffen to the window.

  “I can’t see a fuckin’ thing out there,” he said.

  The boat lurched again. Griffen grabbed the window frame for support. Lucy tumbled from the bed. She tried hauling herself to her feet, but the boat pitched and keeled. Griffen was already moving toward the door. “Stay put,” he said, then he ducked out of the cabin, fighting his way through a solid sheet of cold rain.

  * * * *

  “Oh, man, we’re gonna die,” Melvin called over the roar of wind. “I knew this was a bad idea. I don’t fuck with supernatural shit.”

  The sky blackened and fog completely enveloped the boat. A flash of lightning cracked the sky. Thunder boomed like cannon fire.

  “Shut the fuck up,” Frank said. “Just shut the fuck up. It’s a storm, that’s all.”

  Melvin held tight to the base of the helm as waves crashed over the sides of the boat. Frank checked the navigational devices and found them going haywire.

  Griffen came up on deck, doing his best to stay on his feet as the boat pitched, throwing him wildly from one side to the other.

  “We gonna make it?” he asked, his voice nearly swallowed in the cacophony of Mother Nature’s fury.

  “I think so,” Frank called back.

  A blinding white light exploded around the boat. There was a crackle as static electricity permeated the air, causing each man’s hair to stand on end…

  … and then silence.

  The storm was gone and the sun was shining again.

  “Holy shit,” Griffen said.

  “What the fuck is that?” Frank added.

  Melvin stood with his jaw hanging down and his eyes as wide as silver dollars.

  A Spanish galleon with the word Pirotica emblazoned on its side drifted toward them like a behemoth.

  “Tell me that’s not what I think it is,” Griffen said.

  “Well, do you think it’s a Spanish galleon?” Frank asked.

  “Something like that,” Griffen replied.

  “Then I can’t oblige you, partner,” Frank said.

  They were drifting alongside the galleon now, so close they could reach out and touch it. “Let’s board her,” Griffen said. “She looks deserted.”

  “I doubt somebody just left a Spanish galleon floatin’ around unattended,” Melvin said. “Somethin’ ain’t right.”

  “I better check on Lucy,” Griffen said.

  He went below deck and found her in bed, still naked but half covered with a sheet. He told her to put some clothes on.

  “What’s going on?” she asked.

  “Not sure yet. Just put on your clothes and be ready for anything.”

  He opened the top drawer of a dresser and took out a.357 magnum. He heard a scream top side and rushed back up on deck, stopping short when he saw Melvin and Frank surrounded by women in pirate garb.

  Two of the pirates held swords to Frank’s neck. Another one pressed the tip of her cutlass against the soft part of Melvin’s chin.

  “Drop the weapon, mate,” a sultry female voice commanded.

  Griffen felt something sharp against his lower back. He didn’t need to turn around to know that it was another of those curved swords.

  “Join ye friends, mate,” the sultry voice commanded.

  The tip of the sword prodded his back, conv
incing him a fight was out of the question. He joined Frank and Melvin.

  The woman who’d gotten the drop on him was a real looker. Her hair was long, curly, and black as oil. Her skin was smooth and olive, her eyes dark and smoldering. She wore a loose white blouse, brown bloomers, a bandana, and

  black pirate boots.

  “What the fuck, is this a costume party?” Griffen asked.

  “Ye show bravado for someone with his backside in a bind,” the dark-haired woman said. “I be Esmerelda, Queen of the Seas, Captain of the Pirotica.”

  Griffen tried to suppress a chuckle. He found the tip of Esmerelda’s sword at his throat. “Ye find humor in yer predicament?”

  Griffen swallowed hard. Esmerelda motioned over his shoulder, and before any of the men could react, they were rendered unconscious with clubs.

  * * * *

  The men awoke completely naked, shackled to the wall in the belly of the Pirotica. It was damp and hot. Griffen’s arm muscles bulged as he tugged at the thick chains holding his wrists above his head.

  “A waste of time, mate,” Esmerelda said, entering the bilge.

  A chubby blonde and a leggy redhead entered behind her.

  “We’re not laughing, bitch, Griffen said. “Take off the chains.”

  Esmerelda gave a hearty laugh. “Ye be in no position to give orders,” she said.

  She stroked Griffen’s soft prick. “Perhaps I might find ye of some use after all.” She turned to her crew mates. “Dress him and bring him to my quarters.”

  She strode out of the bilge, leaving her crew mates to handle Griffen. When she was gone, the buccaneer woman turned their attention to Melvin and Frank. The chubby blonde, Lady Jane, was fascinated by Melvin. “What a fine piece ye have here,” she said, stroking his dark cock until it became thick and hard.

  She squeezed his shaft and flicked her tongue over the purple-brown tip, then she took him into her mouth slowly proceeded to stuff as much of him down her throat as she could manage without choking on it.

  The redhead, Mary O’Malley, watched her mate for some time. She felt her pussy tingle. Watching excited her, but there was only so much watching a girl could do. She raised her dress and touched her pussy, finding it wet and hot. She pushed two fingers inside herself, moaning as she thrust them in and out.

  Frank fully intended to resist, but he was aroused. Forget the fact he was strung up like Christmas lights, his cock was hard as timber. He watched Mary finger herself, licking his lips as he imagined what it would be like to stick his tongue in her hot little pussy. He’d never been with a redhead before. It had always been a fantasy of his, and now it looked like he might get his chance.

  “Ye be like what ye see?” Mary asked in a saucy tone.

  “I like it just fine,” Frank said.

  She placed her wet fingers in his mouth. He sucked and licked like a starving man. His eagerness to please her amused Mary. She untied the front of her bodice, letting her ample breasts tumble free. They were soft and flawless, the color of cream, topped with fat pale pink nipples.

  Mary knelt in front of Frank and wrapped her breasts around his cock, then she lowered her head and took him in her mouth again, masturbating his cock with her tits as she licked and nibbled the swollen helmet.

  Lady Jane turned her backside to Melvin and took hold of his cock, guiding his dark meat to the lips of her pussy. She rose up on her toes and pushed back against him, moaning when his cock disappeared inside her.

  “Now that’s what I call swabbin’ the deck,” she cried out, bouncing on his cock enthusiastically, her fat boobs flopping up and down in a wild rhythm.

  Mary jerked Frank’s cock faster. “Ye better spill for me or I’ll make ye sorry,” she said.

  Frank grunted and jerked his hips forward. A thick glop of cum splashed Mary’s cheek. She wiped it away with the back of her hand, took his cock in her mouth, and let him finish off there.

  “Give it to me,” Lady Jane bawled, panting as she banged her wide bottom against Melvin. “Make me a happy wench.”

  She squealed like a cat in heat when she came. Melvin grunted and pushed his cock all the way into her plump blonde pussy. The force of his thrust lifted her off the ground. He emptied himself inside her. Lady Jane slid off his cock and dropped to her haunches, taking hold of his cock with two hands while she cleaned it with her tongue.

  Mary tucked her breasts back into her bodice. She licked one of Frank’s nipples and gave his cock a good, hard squeeze. “I’ll be back for ye later,” she said, then she turned to Griffen, who’d been watching the proceedings with restrained interest. “Now we best be gettin’ on with ye, mate.”

  The two vivacious vixens unlocked the shackles that held Griffen to the wall. Lady Jane pressed her cutlass to the small of his back. “Don’t be gettin’ any ideas,” she said. “I’ll run ye through.”

  “Wouldn’t dream of it,” Griffen said.

  * * * *

  Mary and Lady Jane prodded Griffen into the captain’s quarters. Esmerelda sat behind a desk made of fine oak. She motioned Griffen to take a seat in front of the desk, then she poured rum for herself and offered some to Griffen.

  “Wait outside,” Esmerelda instructed her mates. “This bilge rat and me have business to conduct.”

  Griffen felt his cock stir. Discussion was not what he had in mind.

  Esmerelda came around to the front of the desk. She sat on the edge of it and propped one booted foot on the arm of Griffen’s chair. He had a clear view of her crotch. Her tight pants clearly defined the lips of her cunt. He smiled.

  “I suppose you need a man too,” he said.

  “Ha, ye wish it were so. I prefer the comfort of a woman, mate.”

  She took a gulp of rum.

  “Then why do you need me?” he asked.

  “I have a crew of seventy women, and not all of them are as easily satisfied by the female touch as I. Ye and yer mates will be at their disposal.”

  “You’re kidnapping us?”

  “Call it what you will,” she said. “I doubt ye want to leave us. The Pirotica is a ship of pleasure. We have nothin’ to live for but pleasures of the flesh, for we be damned to drift the seas for all eternity.”

  “And you want my friends and me to drift through eternity seeing to your needs? I don’t think so, lady. I got my own life to get back to.” He drank from his goblet, enjoying the smooth rum. “And what’s with the pirate shit?”

  “Aye, ye be in the company of the best buccaneers of the lot. ’Tis sixteen seventy-five. Ye got lost in the Devil’s Triangle, mate, and ye ain’t ne’er goin’ home again.”

  Griffen digested the information. “What about my boat?” he finally asked.

  “Ha, the little tub we be draggin’ behind us? I won’t be seen sailin’ the likes of ’er, but she be safe for now.”

  Griffen wondered about Lucy. Where was she? What about his stash?

  “Clear ye mind, mate,’” Esmerelda said.

  She picked up the rum bottle, abandoning her drinking goblet altogether, favoring her spirits straight from the bottle.

  “Have you taken anything from the boat?”

  “There be nothin’ on the tiny craft of interest to me.”

  “Gimme a break, lady. We’re both pirates. It takes a thief to know a thief. ”

  “A pirate is honorable. A thief be not more than a bilge rat.”

  “Maybe so, but the question remains-did you take anything from my boat?”

  She shrugged, drank more rum, and said, “I be done with ye now,” then to the women waiting outside the door, “Remove him.”

  Mary and Lady Jane entered the captain’s quarters with their cutlasses drawn.

  “I don’t think the blades are necessary,” Griffen said.

  “Ye can’t be trusted,” Esmerelda said.

  The pirates led Griffen up on deck. An orgiastic party was just getting underway. Naked women roamed the deck. Many were in engaged in lewd and lascivious behavior. Griffe
n spotted Melvin and Frank right in the middle of it, fucking like wild animals.

  He called Frank’s name and made a dash for him. Mary and Lady Jane tightened their grips on his arms and thrust the tip of their swords to his neck.

  “Be still,” Lady Jane commanded.

  Griffen didn’t move another inch. He stood for a minute and watched his buddies work their way through one buccaneer after another. No sooner would they finish with one of the pirate wenches, another would take her place.

  “Would ye give all this up, mate?” Mary asked.

  “The question is, do I have a choice?”

  “None at all,” Lady Jane said.

  They forced Griffen back down to the bilge and kept him there for several days. He was chained to the wall again. They fed him well. Esmerelda came in periodically to ask if he’d changed his mind. Griffen knew it would be easier to accept his circumstances, but he’d never been anything but stubborn. He wasn’t about to play sex slave to a bunch of chicks, pirates or not.

  * * * *

  “Sex is the least important thing on his list,” Lucy said. “He cares about money and material objects. Why don’t you just let him go back?”

  “He be of use to me crew,” Esmerelda said.

  She couldn’t keep her eyes off Lucy. The woman had caught her interest the instant she’d been brought aboard. Esmerelda preferred Lucy over any of the wenches in her crew. Something about her spoke of wild abandon.

  Lucy felt the same way about Esmerelda, though she’d never been attracted to women before. This whole lesbian pirate thing had her thinking about what it would be like to forget men altogether.

  “What drives ye to plead for this man?” Esmerelda asked.

  “I know Griffen,” Lucy said. “He’ll never change his mind. All you’ll get if you keep him around is trouble.”

  Esmerelda considered Lucy’s warning. “And what would you have me do with you?” she asked.

  “I like it here,” Lucy answered.

  “And I like ye here,” Esmerelda said.